[wishbone!]

username: snart
name: Nocturna
gender: female

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[♡Chocolate♡]

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[DecafBunny]

username: Juliet.
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[Silver Pandorica]

username: SilverCrescentMoon
name: Sedona
gender: Female
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Okay. My face is still red as I'm writing this. Actually, can I blush through my fur? I've never really thought about it. Anyway, you won't believe what happened to me today.

I was going downstairs to open up the bakery. As you know, I own and run the village bakery, and live upstairs. People are coming in and out of there all the time with crazy orders. I've seen everyone from the king's men to bands of pirates (that was not a good day...). As I was saying, I was heading down to open the bakery. When I turned the sign and glanced out the window, there was someone outside, just smiling at me. I smiled back, then went to go and start everything up. The guy came inside. He was quite handsome, if I might add. Heh...right. So. I was just about ready to start a batch of cakes when I noticed him standing there. "Can I take your order, sir?"

He looked confused. "Order...? I believe we discussed this already."

I frowned, probably looked like an idiot standing there, just as confused as he was. "I sincerely apologize. I don't recall."

The Kalon looked disappointed. "Oh. Well, we talked about it last night. Just as you were closing up.

(Gah I confused myself. Wip.)

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[skywalker,]

username: skywalker,
name: Angelica
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Dear Journal,

Yes, it's me again. Angelica. You must be getting tired of all this writing, no? Ah, well, that's a shame.
It's my third day here in Italy and this place never gets old ! It's so beautiful here. The paintings are so
vibrant and the water is very pretty. I went on a gondola ride today, and the serenity of it all was fantastic.
But let's get to the interesting stuff….

I was just aimlessly walking down the cobblestone pathway when I suddenly felt like something was going
to happen. You know that gut feeling you get when someone or something is just gonna jump out and scare
you? Yeah, that's the feeling I got. It was in that second a guy jumps out of nowhere and scares me! How
rude.

Let's just say, it didn't end really well. I ended up falling right into some water, and it was so cold! I
was so shocked I kind of just sat there floating, and the guy was just laughing his rear end off! I was
so mad… Next thing the guy knows, i'm climbing out and pulling his ankle, making him fall right in after
me as I fell back in. We stared at each other for a few seconds before we both started laughing.

Italy is a remarkable place, and the people there are nice! Except when they push you into the water.
Turns out this guy was actually a tourist like me, and thought it would be funny to play a prank on
me. Ugh, now i'm all soaked and need to find somewhere to get warm. I'll chat with you later,
journal !

[cherubim]

username: crepuscular.
name: emelius
gender: male
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wip ;;

[evil.]

username: benjamin.
name: Adley Baskett
gender: male
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Wednesday | April 6 | Sunny

Dear Diary,

Today I met the sky. It was hiding deep in the eyes of a boy whose street corner dreams filled the air with music to soothe my weary soul. I told him he was beautiful.
Today I met the stars, they were hiding in the personality of a middle aged woman who runs a little bakery downtown. She gave a little girl a cupcake for free and her soul shined through every part of her. I told her she was beautiful.
Today I met the ocean, it was hidden in the boy who watched the people scurry about. He told me he didn't want to be forgotten, but there was nothing for him to be remembered for. I told him he was unforgettable.
Today I met the sun, it's light was shining through the eyes of a little girl whose missing front teeth didn't alter the beauty of her smile. She told me she was going to be famous. I told her she would be the brightest star in Hollywood.
Today I met twin rivers as they poured from the eyes of a little boy whose tiny hands couldn't contain so much water. He told me he was insignificant. I told him he's important. I told him he's stardust.
Today I met the sunset in the tired eyes of a boy standing on a bridge, leaning on the railing. He told me he was sad. I told him he would be okay and walked him home. I told him he could call me.
Today I met the sunrise in the story an old man told me when I sat with him on a park bench. He told me he missed her. I told him he would see her again. I told him he was amazing to talk to.
Today I met memories, hidden away in the crevices of laugh lines on the face of a woman. She told me she wasn't beautiful anymore. I told her she was almost as gorgeous as her soul.
Today, however, I did not find the other half of my soul. I did not meet affection lingering in his fingertips or softness on the corners of his smile. I did not find adoration in his eyes.
Today, dear diary, I did not meet love.

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username: isoidemizu
name: Viola Madoka
gender: Female
journal entry:
Date ~ 2/11/2017
(176 words!)
I'm writing from the closet in my room.
Father has yet again robbed the jewelers. I told him to not, i did i swear! He told me to leave him alone, I was abused.
My tail crashed against the valentines day picture displayed upon the mantle, with my deceased mother. It fell quick. I stumbled back, bruising my navy back against the hard wood, I caught the shattered picture. Both me and the photo are shattered. I never saw my father out of that prison cell. There always was a lane of hard, steel bars between me and my last hope to have peace for once in my life. Then, just yesterday, i met my best companion, Rose. The wonderful dog was named after my designs my father called a nightmare. The various robberies are now displayed back on the window of the jewelers. To say sorry, each week i now bring them some tea, and we talk about my father. They, They are my guardian angels.
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[lunaire]

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