Mariposa | JBD entry

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❀ My username is Just A Birb, but I'm
usually ~Static~.

❀ I am trying for the bottom,
orange orphan.

❀ This bean's first name is Mariposa,
meaning butterfly in Spanish.

❀ Mariposa is pronounced
mare-ree-pose-uh.

❀ Mariposa goes by Mari (mare-ree).

❀ Mari is dfab, and a magigirl, using
she/her pronouns.

❀ I am using a writing based form.

❀ I'm not entering with a partner.

❀ The adoptive parents of Mari are
Waffle and Azuli, owned by
Emily Swallow and Adalgisa.

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I remember.

I remember the rain.

The sudden change in direction.

The crunch of metal as the car came to a stop against a tree.

I remember the darkness.


I remember the scent of smoke.

The flames which singed my fur.

My sibling's unconscious form.


I remember the night.

My sleep riddled with nightmares.

Wondering when our parents would come back.

I remember they never did.

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When I was younger, and getting adopted, I had a hard time adjusting. I started keeping a diary, so I would be able to remember important thoughts and keep myself strong. These are a few entries from it.

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Dear diaree,

Today I went too see my new parents. They were realy nice!! I think there names are Wafful and Azoolee. I am gonna have some bruthers and a sister too! We are gonna go live with them soon. I still miss Mom and Papa though. No one told me when they are coming back.

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Dear diaree,

Today wen I asked the orphanage lady what happend too Mom and Papa she said they were gone. But I dont wanna make anyone else sad. Im gonna try to stay happy for everyone. I gotta.

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Dear diary,

Mama Wafful just showed me how too spell diary. I guess I have ben spelling it rong the whole time! im trying too start a lot of diffrent hobbys now, so i started writing and drawing more.

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Dear diary,

I havent written in here in a long time. Today was Dia De Los Muertos (Azuli showed me how too spell that). I went too the cemetery where our parents are buried too decorate there graves with flowers. It made me sad too remember them but I still think its important.

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Dear Diary,

It's funny looking back at all these old entries. Now that I've grown up a little, I don't feel the need to write in here anymore. But I'll hang on to this just in case- and maybe because I'm sort of sentimental over it.

Signing off,
Mari

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Night had fallen merely moments ago, but it was impossible to tell by looking to the sky. A thick layer of clouds blocked any trace of sunlight still remaining, as rain poured down in buckets. "Papa, why is the sky crying?" The orange one asked, looking back and pressing a paw up to the window of the family car. "Hang on sweetie, I need to pay attention to the road right now." Their father dismissed, squinting to better see through the fog which blanketed the area. A flash of lightning sparked against a crooked old tree off to the side, startling a deer out of hiding. The twin screamed as the animal darted into the path of their car. Swerve. Smash.
Darkness.

The orange one woke up later, unsure how much time had passed. "Mom?! Dad?!" She shouted as light illuminated the dark sky once more. She stumbled to her feet dizzily, drenched in rain and shivering. She had several cuts and bruises which would last a while, but it was impossible to focus on such petty problems at a time like this. She tried to navigate her way out of a maze of wreckage, having trouble seeing through the smoke and fog. Eventually finding her way out, she tried to drag herself to safety. The child, her orange markings now dingy from mud, collapsed from exhaustion under a bush nearby, terrified without her parents and unable to think clearly of what to do. And so she slept.

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After drifting into a slumber at the site of the crash,
I woke up in a place that I can only describe as blank.
The color of the walls and bed sheets, the scent of the
air; all reminded me of this word. The only spark of
color and life in this room was contained in a clear
glass vase set on my bedside table- If it even was mine.
The flowers were a vivid pink, unlike any wildflowers
I'd ever seen before. I gently grasped for one, glad to
find it wasn't fake, as I feared it may have been. It
smelled like a summer day. I could nearly picture the
bright green grass, blue skies and lemonade. As I
moved to set it back in the vase, I heard light footsteps
echoing down the hall. A bean wearing a blue uniform
with a stethoscope quietly entered the room and gave
me a smile. "I see you're awake. How are you feeling?"
She asked, sitting in the chair next to my bed. "U-uh...
ok, I think..." I answered feebly.
Late the next day, I left the hospital. But that wasn't
the end of these new changes.

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I've been keeping a scrapbook for a while now. Not as seriously as some people do, but there are some amazing moments captured in that book. I do this because I am a very sentimental person- and I enjoy photography. As I flip through the pages of the book, I can recall every moment my new family has spent together. Screaming as we went down the water slide in summer, cotton candy at the local fair; jumping into leaf piles in the fall and ruining our parents' hard work (only to laugh it off afterwards). We've gone sledding in the winter, picked flowers in the spring- and there are so many more memories to come in the future. I might even have to get another scrapbook!

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Blends In
Mari tends to fit in with the crowd. Similarly to an extra in a movie scene, whether she
tried to or not, she wouldn't be one of the main characters. But either way, she doesn't
really notice or care about it anyway. She has a great life, and she figures that's enough.

Cheerful
Mari has been through tough times in her life, but has stayed strong for those around her
throughout them. She always puts others before herself, and so despite everything she
tries to bring people up instead of putting them down. She always has a smile on her
face when she's around other people, no matter how she might be feeling inside. She
doesn't want her own emotions to affect other beans' happiness.

Outgoing
Mari is friendly towards everyone, and that often results in other people being just as kind
to her. She easily makes friends, even though she doesn't realize it. Some people give off a
certain atmosphere, as Mari does. She's just a very likable person overall.

Strong Willed
When Mari gets her mind set on something, she doesn't give up, and can in fact be stubborn
about letting it go if she has to. She has an intense focus on certain things and has strong
beliefs as well. She never backs down from voicing her opinions, and stands up for others if
need be.

Low Self-Esteem
Although Mari is quick to defend others, she doesn't feel the same way about herself. She
doesn't recognize many of her talents or good points. This is mostly because of her stutter,
which she has had from a young age. She was teased for it in the past, and although the
bullies have changed and apologized, the damage was already done.

Quiet
Mari is proof that beans of few words can still get their emotions across just fine. Some
mistake this for shyness, and although those two years usually go hand in hand, that is
not true for Mari. She doesn't talk that much in public, but it's a great listener to
everyone's backstories or problems. That's part of the reason she's easily
approachable to most.

Easily Bored
During most of her classes, Mari doodles on her notes or daydreams as she looks out the
window. Although some would accuse her of having a short attention span, that only applies
to things she doesn't want to pay attention to. She considers her page of scribbles
much more important than the lecture her math teacher may be rambling on about.

Creative
Mari may not be an A+ student in subjects like Math, History or Science, but she excels in
Literature and Art class. Without her creativity, Mari wouldn't be happy. She sees no
point in a life that isn't happy, so she invests more of her time in poetry than homework.

Musical
Mari loves everything about music, particularly Rock 'N' Roll, even though she can't play any
instruments. She listens to music whenever she needs a break from things. Whether she's
frustrated or sad, music helps her relax. And although she has a wonderful singing voice, she
doesn't think highly enough of herself to sing in front of others.

Inactive
Mari doesn't get involved in many organized sports, as she doesn't see much point in them.
The only exception to this is running. She uses the activity as an outlet for pent up anger,
and often writes about things she's seen on her runs.

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❀ The scent of the ocean.

❀ Spending time with family and friends.

❀ Purring cats.

❀ Hot chocolate on cold winter days.

❀ The smell of a new book.

❀ Disney movies.

❀ Horror stories.

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✿ Humid summer days.

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✿ Endings.

✿ Romance.

✿ Responsibility.

✿ Being separated from people she knows.

✿ Limitations or restrictions.

✿ Long conversations.

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Mari feels most confident and speaks the most around her twin. They share a bond that can't be broken, and she knows her sibling would never judge her for the way she speaks. Mari is always trying to make her twin smile.

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Mari loves Waffle, and looks up to her as a role model. When she was first adopted by the Azuffle family, Mari was somewhat nervous, and attached to Waffle. She would follow her around the house sometimes, and whenever the young bean was scared she would hide behind her mother's leg. Mari's friendly personality mainly developed from being around Waffle; as did her love of cats. Waffle works as a veterinarian, and Mari has been to her mother's workplace a few times. While she was there she got to meet a lot of different animals, but was mostly interested in felines. She once told her Mom that she was going to own a hundred cats when she grew up (a little bit of an exaggeration).

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When Mari was little, she had a hard time saying Azuli's name. She just called him "Zooli" instead, and the name has stuck ever since. Mari more outgoing than her father, but has a good sense in fashion, as he does. She used to steal his scarves and wear them, even though they were far too big for her- now that she's more grown up, she has a few of her own scarves. Mari spends a lot of time with her dad, and often tries to get his attention when he's doing something else.

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I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read and consider my form! I felt such a connection to this bean that I felt obligated to try out for her. If I were to ever end up winning, I would roleplay her all the time, and continue developing her character as she aged into in adult. Good luck in the judging process- there are a lot of great forms out there!

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Only CS coding + symbols and fonts from
this page were used (besides the art limit), so I
believe this fits the restrictions of a writing based
form.
I would be willing to adjust adoptive parents if I
won, for them to both be adopted by the same
family.