[pochita]

username;; cloverfern
name;; Brishon (born in the rain)
gender; Female
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their object & connection to it ; 700 words max
Brishon has a deep connection to a necklace she found at the beach. She was born in the rain and was looking out at the ocean when a drizzle started. Brishon was searching for shelter when a golden object caught her eye. She rushed over to it and snatched the beautiful necklace. After she got it, she suddenly found a small hut. She loves the necklace that reminds her of the rain and gave her shelter.

[whimerri]

username;;
name;;
gender;
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their object & connection to it ; 700 words max

mark!

[JulieMew1010]

username;; JulieMew1010
name;; Nathan
gender;; Male
art;;

their object & connection to it;; [700/700 words] this wooden bird
He tucked it into his backpack, a secure spot where nobody would see it. Even if they did, they wouldn't know what it was for. He slung it over his shoulder and let out a deep breath. Waved goodbye to his mother and walked out of the door, an uplifting feeling making him feel like flying. What will she do when she sees it? What will she say when he confesses to her? Just the thought made his heart soar. He thought of everything they'd done together. Would this ruin it? No way, he thought. She had to feel the same. He could see it in her eyes! He continued on, and arrived at the small cafe. The sweet aroma of muffins and pies wafted through the air, and he breathed it in contentedly. The perfect setting, he thought.
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He had ordered a small apple pie for them to share. He resisted eating it, and almost thought she had bailed when he heard a little bell ring. He turned his head and saw her. His heart lurched when he saw her. She was beautiful, yes, but her smile and her eyes said it all. She sat down across from him with a huge grin on her face.
"Pie, huh?" she asked, licking her lips hungrily.
"Um, duh," he responded with a laugh.
They chatted, talking about the past few days they'd spent apart. He looked into her eyes and her enthusiasm made him fill with joy.
"You should cut your hair," she suggested, "you look like a loner that spends all his time on his computer."
"Uh, rude," he joked. "I like my hair," he tightened his ponytail and threw it back over his shoulder as he finished off his final slice of pie. The platter was finally empty, and the sky was turning orange with dusk.
"Well, I guess the whole reason I'm here is gone," she said, referring to the pie- but he knew she was just kidding. They grinned at each other and grabbed their belongings, ready to walk out of the door and part ways. He, of course, couldn't have forgotten the sculpture. He took a deep breath and opened the small compartment in his backpack that held the small bird, and he turned his head.
"Wait up," he called to her as she walked towards the door. She whipped her head around with a questioning look, and he turned back to his backpack as he slipped the bird out of the backpack. He held it in his paw and felt his face redden as he walked towards her with his arm outstretched. He held the thing out to her and she just stared at it.
"I dunno if you knew this..." he began to recite the little speech he'd practiced at home, being sure to make it sound as soulful as possible, showing her how much he really cared. "But I love every moment I spend with you." He looked into her eyes, and she looked confused. He continued nonetheless.
"Did you know that my heart seems to leap out of my chest when I see you? I can hardly breathe when you hug me, and when you play with my hair or cuddle up beside me... I wish it would never end," he exhaled dramatically for effect. She still looked confused. He could feel a sinking feeling that didn't want to leave. "Do-" he began, but she interrupted him.
"I.... I'm sorry," she said, tears in her eyes. "I love you, but not like that. You're like a brother to me," she finished with a sharp breath. She looked into his eyes for a final moment before turning and bolting away from the cafe, without looking back. His head spun, dazed. His heart sunk to his feet and he clasped the bird so tightly in his paw that he thought it would draw blood. His vision blurred with tears, he ran out and sprinted home without a pause. He collapsed onto his bed, sobbing. What have I done? he thought.
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Years after this moment, he kept the the wooden bird. It symbolizes how he came back from this and continued on with his life.

[SilentMelody]

username;; silentmelody // name;; eve // gender;; female

eve arrives home from a long day of school and drops her bag by the door. "i'm home!" she calls out.

"good afternoon, dear," a soft but masculine voice responds and appears from the kitchen. her father embraces her and kisses her forehead. "i have a package for you. it's from my sisters." he moves to the side and gestures to the dining room table.

"ooh, i wonder what my aunties have sent me!" eve exclaims with wonder in her eyes and sets her gaze gently on the big box.

she unfolds the flaps and pulls out a multitude of things. some money, a plastic pink tiara, a "sweet sixteen" ribbon with a banner, extra soft leggings, and a small jewelry box. "oh, they shouldn't have," eve exhales softly. "they don't have enough money for to get me something nice."

eve tentatively opens the little box and finds a note there. "your grandmother absolutely adored pearls. this was her necklace, and i think she would've wanted you to have it. she would've loved you so much, and she would've been so proud of you," the note says.

tears immediately fill eve's eyes as she reads it aloud to her father, and he hugs her from the side. "i think my mother would have been proud of you. very proud," he commends and ruffles her hair. "take the wrapping out. i want to see these lovely pearls around your neck, eve."

she obeys her face and pulls away the glittery wrapping paper, revealing the immaculate white pearls resting against a velvet cushion.

eve gingerly clips the necklace around her neck before letting it rest against her chest. "how do i look, daddy? do they look pretty on me? can i go see in the mirror?" she asks in a rush, moving to and fro as her mind tries to make itself up.

"now wait a second," eve's father laughs and holds her down by setting his hands on her shoulders. "let me take a good, long look at you." he remains silent for a few seconds before tears fill his eyes, and he takes a deep breath. "you look just like her," he whispers.

eve sniffles gently before quietly stepping toward her father and hugging him. "i hope i can be just as great as her."

he messes up her hair again and replies, "i think you will be, eve. i think you will be."

word count;; 405 words // 700 words

[prawn]

username;; Frosted Glass
name;;
gender;
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their object & connection to it ; 700 words max

mark with a paper boat !

[dollissa]

username;; xskylee
name;; Gen
gender; female
art {optional} i might add later!
their object & connection to it ; Her object is a very special mahogany music box which was given to Gen by her mother. It has a solid gold plate on the front, with the words "je t'aime" carved into it and it plays a gentle tune.

[䏠xote]

username;; iceypopCS
name;; alba
gender; male
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their object & connection to it ; res with scarf

[root]

username;; root
name;; aiko
gender;; female
art {optional}
their object & connection to it;; aiko had learned today that she was definitely not a fan of subways. she was currently crouched on a neon orange seat, feet as far from the floor as possible. a puddle of unidentified liquid sloshed back and forth beneath her bright, clean sneakers as the train rumbled along through the darkness. she found herself struggling to keep her lunch down. beside her, a huge, ungroomed kalon was crunching away at what she guessed to be his third family-size bag of cheetos, which definitely was not helping with the queasiness. desperate to take her mind off of this, aiko turned to her paws, clasped between which was a silver gum wrapper. it looked insignificant, no different than any other piece of crumpled trash, but to her, it was the most important thing in her possession at the moment. indeed, a closer look would reveal that an address had been scrawled across one side in sharpie.
xxxkaltrust bank
xxxnew york, new york
xxx2:00 am 10/6
the handwriting was delicate, each line precisely inked, every cursive letter curling around each other like flowers. it was not the kind of thing you'd expect to see on a discarded juicy fruit package.


wip!! :)

[Lady Tuesday]

username: Lady Tuesday
name:
gender: female
art {optional}: pen/ink watercolor
their object & connection to it: 700 words max

WIP

[FluffyBirdie]

username;; FluffyBirdie
name;;
gender;
art {optional}
their object & connection to it ; 700 words max
Ah yes, so he was this type of person. ///He would not say the watch was something special. It was his shackles after all, chaining (his arms?) whatever he was (to his past?), ///It's easy to catch murderers when you've been one yourself.
res with wristwatch~