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[May. 6th, 2010|04:43 am] |
[Accidental video]
[The journal starts recording from its spot on the floor of Syaoran's room, Syaoran himself being in the kitchen at the moment. Although he can't be seen at first, the sound of pots and pans can be heard coming from the kitchen, and soon enough he walks by the door, dressed in pyjamas and carrying a small pan. He pauses near the doorframe, coughing, and then turns to look at the stove rather miserably]
Maybe I should try the cafeteria...
[[Not an event replay, actually! He just caught a cold :|b]] |
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[Mar. 20th, 2010|12:19 am] |
[SHORTEST AUDIO EVER]
[*squeak*] |
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[Mar. 14th, 2010|03:39 am] |
[Another video! Once again showing a bed two people're sharing, only Syao's actually awake o/ And watching over a sleeping Sakura.
He looks at her for a bit, his own face pink, and eventually reaches with a slightly shaky hand to brush some of her hair away from her face]
[He blushes even harder, simply thinking she's really pretty .///.] |
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[Feb. 15th, 2010|01:02 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[Syaoran's currently in his room's kitchen, busy finishing wrapping a box, and looking thoughtful. He looks up towards the counter, where a tray half-full with some pretty-looking chocolates is still placed]
[He seems to disapprove of this view, because a second later he's shaking his head furiously, and he's getting back to tying up a ribbon around the box, his face rather pink] |
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[Jan. 15th, 2010|12:16 am] |
[The audio picks up the usual chatter of the Welcome Center girls, and the voice of a rather angry boy who's trying pointlessly to argue with them. Eventually the girls' talk becomes more distant, as he retreats to one corner in the building, his journal in his hand]
-- What's the point in writing in a book, anyway... I wonder if it's the same person as before... ? The presence here doesn't feel like the same, but... [Sigh ;;; He eventually sits down, opening the journal to write down on it]
Can anybody tell me where we are? Those women said I can't get out of this building until I write, and if it's true anyone can read it, then I might as well ask. I guess it won't be that easy, or I wouldn't be here in the first place, but I need to get back to Tomoeda as soon as possible. |
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sick
embarrassed
weird
confused
annoyed