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Poor, poor Mitzi. She's going to be thinking her parents sent her to her grave. ;w; This is probably the only entry I'm doing for the actual event, but I'd like to continue with this story line of Mitzi's some other time.

Mitzi’s Journal
October ---
     My mother Amber and stepfather Jacob have decided to send me away to live with my grandmother Ruby in a small town by the coast called Lilypad. They said it’s for my own good, that it will help me feel better, but I’d rather stay. My mother is trying, but she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’d rather she just stop. Jacob… I wish he’d just leave. They said they need time to figure things out, but they’re just pushing me away. They’re pushing me away and sending me hundreds of miles away to a place I’ve never been to. I’m having to leave my friends, Taylor and Sally; my room, most of my stuff, even my betta fish, Tassel; and somehow they think leaving all of this behind will do me some good.

      I’ve never even met my grandmother before. She would always send me pressed flowers and notebooks for my birthday and cookies at other times, but I’ve never met her. Besides her gifts all I know of her is from our correspondence in the form of letters. I feel as if she makes her letters as I have never seen such well crafted ones at the store. They smell like old spice, flowers or sugar and are in the gentlest pastel colors. Her writing is cursive and done in a bright pink pen, and I do feel a connection with her just because of our similar tastes. She always appears so interested in my life and doesn’t speak to me like I may break, like my mother and Jacob. She sounds kind and sweet, but I cannot help but be worried. I just keep reminding myself that she’s Daddy’s mother so she must be alright.

     ……..Jacob is telling me that I should start packing. I’ll write again on the train.

October ---
     It was a dark and dreary day today. The sky was overcast and the slate gray clouds were heavy with water, threatening to release their rains upon the world at any moment. A thin fog had been hovering over the city since I awoke and not a living soul was even seen as we took the short drive to the train station. I did not think this was a good sign for my departure from the only home I’ve ever known. My mother and Jacob were not even coming with me to Lilypad. They find that I am responsible enough to be able to manage the day long train ride alone. This belief in me I suppose would be heartwarming if it isn’t so devastating. I think I felt like the clouds in that moment, heavy, weighted down and just waiting to burst.

It started to drizzle a bit when we arrived at the station. How strange it was that the sky seemed to be reflecting my inner feelings and showing them to the world while I hide them away in my journals. The raindrops I caught on my paws appeared more like tears to me than simply water. Alas, no amount of tears, mine or the sky’s, could stop my boarding of the paint peeling, maroon train. My mother and Jacob waved at me as the train started to pull away from the station, fake smiles plastered on their faces, but I didn't wave back. Instead I focused on the rain leaving trails along my seat’s window and as the train finally set out the clouds fully broke and a heavy shower enveloped us.

. . . . . .

The rain had stopped by the time the train pulled into the Lilypad station, many hours from when it first set out. It was late, but not fully dark and I could see the burst of colors in the sky as the clouds cleared slightly, now faded more red than gray. This was a much different mood than the one present before I left. It was calm and quiet, yet as the clouds linger in the sky I couldn’t help but feel as if there was a sort of lingering dread. The still setting sun cast long shadows and as the train came to a stop I caught sight of a dark forest stretching out across the horizon. I have never been scared of such places of beauty and nature before, but in the fading light of this night the sight did nothing to lift my strange sense of dread.

The town gate isn’t far from the train station and for that I was glad. I was the only one getting off at this stop so I had no one to walk with to the gate. My pace was quick and my nerves only calmed slightly as I neared the safety bringing lights of the town gate. Before I had left I had been informed that once I reached Lilypad I had to first be approved entry into the town. Special applications were needed to be filled out, all of which I had done so at home. As I approached a bat popped her head out of what was most likely a check-in stand beside the gate and waved me over. She smiled, but it seemed tense. Most likely she was annoyed at the presence of someone so late in the day. Her shift was probably about to end.

I offered her a smile in return and hope she didn’t ask about my parents. It was not something I’d like to have to explain. She didn’t, but instead told me something much worse as she handed my approved papers back. Supposedly there are these creatures, raiders she called them, running rampant about the town and even attacking people. She told me to take a flashlight to help keep them at bay, but I refused, assuring both her and myself that my grandmother’s house wasn’t that far a walk and that I had a flashlight app on my phone. Now I wonder if I should have listened to her and took the offered flashlight…

It can’t be helped now, and all I did then was leave the bat once again alone in her stand and continued my journey with hurried steps. How stupid I felt as I walked for telling the bat I would be alright. Panic flared through my mind and I found myself jumping at every noise. For all I knew this could have been a practical joke, but I was already on edge from some unseen force and the bat’s words did nothing to calm me. The only reassurance I could hope to find was in my grandmother and I turned to my flower patterned, smart phone in my hand. Though my grandmother and I preferred to talk in the form of letters she did indeed have a phone and during the past few days it had been necessary to talk to her through it. I quickly told her that I had arrived and was heading toward her house as I spoke. Her gently worded reply came as such a relief even though it was just a text. I had not expected to be so terror stricken at arriving at this new place.

My moment of relief proved to be brief though as my grandmother’s next message confirmed that the bat’s warning had indeed not been a joke. There were things attacking the town and living in the very forest that had sent such shivers down my spine when I had first arrived. The air seemed to get cooler and the area around me darker. Suddenly I realized that while I had been distracted talking to my grandmother I had taken a wrong turn and had ended up in the very forest I was being told to stay out of. How such a stroke of bad luck had occurred I didn’t know, but as I stood disbelieving in my situation I almost thought I heard a dark chuckle come at my predicament.

I knew immediately that I had to get out of this cursed place and I turned to flee back along the path I had entered with. Barely had I turned around when I came to face which I now know to be one of these raiders. It stood tall and shadowy, it’s three heads curling around each other and cackling wildly. Even the laugh, which I thought was born from my imagination, proved to be real in that moment. I froze like a deer in the headlights, or more darkly ironically, a mouse caught in the sights of a cat. It spoke, but I can’t recall what it said, if I ever heard it at all and it took a step forward. This was all I needed to break free of my frozen state and bolt without thought off the path and into the woods.

This course of action probably wasn’t the smartest, but in my fear filled mind it was the only way to get away from that terrible creature. Branches cut at my face and clothing, getting stuck in my hair and pulling out strands as I violently continued forward. My only thought was to get out of that forest and my pace was frenzied. I clutched my suitcase and phone to me like lifelines and pressed forward relentlessly. At one point I stumbled across someone and without thought carelessly knocked them down using my suitcase as a weapon. Looking back now I realize that that person was probably just another lost soul like me since they didn’t bear the inky blackness of the other raiders I encountered. I wish I could see them again to apologize and I hope they escaped the forest as well.

I ran and ran, my feet scraped and bleeding and even once I saw the sweet freedom of the edge of the forest I just kept running. I thought I could hear growling behind me, but I never turned around to see. My only hope was the town itself and that hopefully there would be someone there that could help me. In the ever fading light of the sun I struggled to send my grandmother a message while I continued to flee. As it sent all I could do was hope beyond hope that I would be released from the grasp of this evil soon.

Tracker
Featuring
Mitzi
Macy
Casey
Petunia
AA, AAA, AAAA
Amber, Jacob and Ruby are NPCs

Bells
Art
+300 (5) Fullbody
+100 (8) Halfbody
+100 (3) Another User's Character
+200 (14) Lineart
+200 (14) Colored
+100 (14) Shading
+300 (10) Background
Writing
+1707 Words
+1000 Over 1k Words
+100 Another User's Character

Total: 15,207 Bells

Mitzi © Cinderdraco
Macy & Petunia © Verastophilis
Casey © Slycloudfox

Description

Poor, poor Mitzi. She's going to be thinking her parents sent her to her grave. ;w; This is probably the only entry I'm doing for the actual event, but I'd like to continue with this story line of Mitzi's some other time.

Mitzi’s Journal
October ---
     My mother Amber and stepfather Jacob have decided to send me away to live with my grandmother Ruby in a small town by the coast called Lilypad. They said it’s for my own good, that it will help me feel better, but I’d rather stay. My mother is trying, but she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’d rather she just stop. Jacob… I wish he’d just leave. They said they need time to figure things out, but they’re just pushing me away. They’re pushing me away and sending me hundreds of miles away to a place I’ve never been to. I’m having to leave my friends, Taylor and Sally; my room, most of my stuff, even my betta fish, Tassel; and somehow they think leaving all of this behind will do me some good.

      I’ve never even met my grandmother before. She would always send me pressed flowers and notebooks for my birthday and cookies at other times, but I’ve never met her. Besides her gifts all I know of her is from our correspondence in the form of letters. I feel as if she makes her letters as I have never seen such well crafted ones at the store. They smell like old spice, flowers or sugar and are in the gentlest pastel colors. Her writing is cursive and done in a bright pink pen, and I do feel a connection with her just because of our similar tastes. She always appears so interested in my life and doesn’t speak to me like I may break, like my mother and Jacob. She sounds kind and sweet, but I cannot help but be worried. I just keep reminding myself that she’s Daddy’s mother so she must be alright.

     ……..Jacob is telling me that I should start packing. I’ll write again on the train.

October ---
     It was a dark and dreary day today. The sky was overcast and the slate gray clouds were heavy with water, threatening to release their rains upon the world at any moment. A thin fog had been hovering over the city since I awoke and not a living soul was even seen as we took the short drive to the train station. I did not think this was a good sign for my departure from the only home I’ve ever known. My mother and Jacob were not even coming with me to Lilypad. They find that I am responsible enough to be able to manage the day long train ride alone. This belief in me I suppose would be heartwarming if it isn’t so devastating. I think I felt like the clouds in that moment, heavy, weighted down and just waiting to burst.

It started to drizzle a bit when we arrived at the station. How strange it was that the sky seemed to be reflecting my inner feelings and showing them to the world while I hide them away in my journals. The raindrops I caught on my paws appeared more like tears to me than simply water. Alas, no amount of tears, mine or the sky’s, could stop my boarding of the paint peeling, maroon train. My mother and Jacob waved at me as the train started to pull away from the station, fake smiles plastered on their faces, but I didn't wave back. Instead I focused on the rain leaving trails along my seat’s window and as the train finally set out the clouds fully broke and a heavy shower enveloped us.

. . . . . .

The rain had stopped by the time the train pulled into the Lilypad station, many hours from when it first set out. It was late, but not fully dark and I could see the burst of colors in the sky as the clouds cleared slightly, now faded more red than gray. This was a much different mood than the one present before I left. It was calm and quiet, yet as the clouds linger in the sky I couldn’t help but feel as if there was a sort of lingering dread. The still setting sun cast long shadows and as the train came to a stop I caught sight of a dark forest stretching out across the horizon. I have never been scared of such places of beauty and nature before, but in the fading light of this night the sight did nothing to lift my strange sense of dread.

The town gate isn’t far from the train station and for that I was glad. I was the only one getting off at this stop so I had no one to walk with to the gate. My pace was quick and my nerves only calmed slightly as I neared the safety bringing lights of the town gate. Before I had left I had been informed that once I reached Lilypad I had to first be approved entry into the town. Special applications were needed to be filled out, all of which I had done so at home. As I approached a bat popped her head out of what was most likely a check-in stand beside the gate and waved me over. She smiled, but it seemed tense. Most likely she was annoyed at the presence of someone so late in the day. Her shift was probably about to end.

I offered her a smile in return and hope she didn’t ask about my parents. It was not something I’d like to have to explain. She didn’t, but instead told me something much worse as she handed my approved papers back. Supposedly there are these creatures, raiders she called them, running rampant about the town and even attacking people. She told me to take a flashlight to help keep them at bay, but I refused, assuring both her and myself that my grandmother’s house wasn’t that far a walk and that I had a flashlight app on my phone. Now I wonder if I should have listened to her and took the offered flashlight…

It can’t be helped now, and all I did then was leave the bat once again alone in her stand and continued my journey with hurried steps. How stupid I felt as I walked for telling the bat I would be alright. Panic flared through my mind and I found myself jumping at every noise. For all I knew this could have been a practical joke, but I was already on edge from some unseen force and the bat’s words did nothing to calm me. The only reassurance I could hope to find was in my grandmother and I turned to my flower patterned, smart phone in my hand. Though my grandmother and I preferred to talk in the form of letters she did indeed have a phone and during the past few days it had been necessary to talk to her through it. I quickly told her that I had arrived and was heading toward her house as I spoke. Her gently worded reply came as such a relief even though it was just a text. I had not expected to be so terror stricken at arriving at this new place.

My moment of relief proved to be brief though as my grandmother’s next message confirmed that the bat’s warning had indeed not been a joke. There were things attacking the town and living in the very forest that had sent such shivers down my spine when I had first arrived. The air seemed to get cooler and the area around me darker. Suddenly I realized that while I had been distracted talking to my grandmother I had taken a wrong turn and had ended up in the very forest I was being told to stay out of. How such a stroke of bad luck had occurred I didn’t know, but as I stood disbelieving in my situation I almost thought I heard a dark chuckle come at my predicament.

I knew immediately that I had to get out of this cursed place and I turned to flee back along the path I had entered with. Barely had I turned around when I came to face which I now know to be one of these raiders. It stood tall and shadowy, it’s three heads curling around each other and cackling wildly. Even the laugh, which I thought was born from my imagination, proved to be real in that moment. I froze like a deer in the headlights, or more darkly ironically, a mouse caught in the sights of a cat. It spoke, but I can’t recall what it said, if I ever heard it at all and it took a step forward. This was all I needed to break free of my frozen state and bolt without thought off the path and into the woods.

This course of action probably wasn’t the smartest, but in my fear filled mind it was the only way to get away from that terrible creature. Branches cut at my face and clothing, getting stuck in my hair and pulling out strands as I violently continued forward. My only thought was to get out of that forest and my pace was frenzied. I clutched my suitcase and phone to me like lifelines and pressed forward relentlessly. At one point I stumbled across someone and without thought carelessly knocked them down using my suitcase as a weapon. Looking back now I realize that that person was probably just another lost soul like me since they didn’t bear the inky blackness of the other raiders I encountered. I wish I could see them again to apologize and I hope they escaped the forest as well.

I ran and ran, my feet scraped and bleeding and even once I saw the sweet freedom of the edge of the forest I just kept running. I thought I could hear growling behind me, but I never turned around to see. My only hope was the town itself and that hopefully there would be someone there that could help me. In the ever fading light of the sun I struggled to send my grandmother a message while I continued to flee. As it sent all I could do was hope beyond hope that I would be released from the grasp of this evil soon.

Tracker
Featuring
Mitzi
Macy
Casey
Petunia
AA, AAA, AAAA
Amber, Jacob and Ruby are NPCs

Bells
Art
+300 (5) Fullbody
+100 (8) Halfbody
+100 (3) Another User's Character
+200 (14) Lineart
+200 (14) Colored
+100 (14) Shading
+300 (10) Background
Writing
+1707 Words
+1000 Over 1k Words
+100 Another User's Character

Total: 15,207 Bells

Mitzi © Cinderdraco
Macy & Petunia © Verastophilis
Casey © Slycloudfox