Laura | X-23-23 (
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riverview2018-05-30 02:51 am
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[The feed opens to Laura looking a little uncomfortable in her own skin — you'd think she was in trouble again or something, forced to give another on-screen admission. But nope! Trouble was totally a few days ago. She's been an angel as of late (or as close to one as a stabby mutant can be). Instead, Linda motions for her to go ahead and start her video broadcast. What for, you ask? She steels herself.]
Prijata is coming up; it is a celebration to give people things. I am not very good at it.
But we had wood-carving for the end of the year art project, so I — made some... wooden dolls for people. [She pauses, looking up again at Linda. She motions for her to continue on.] I am not very good at it yet, so the painting is not perfect. Even so, I have... made... many good friends. Friends I didn't think I would make. So... Quiero agradecer a mis amigos. I want to thank my friends.
[This is clearly something she's not used to saying. At all. And her cheeks are slightly flustered by the time she stops and she's plucking at her tattered shirt sleeve — a new visual compared to the usually cool and collected child who never seems to care enough to be embarrassed. It's just, you know. It's different when it's something you've made for someone else. And it is their faces, a face she had studied in that way of hers over the last few weeks as she worked on the project. Her bed is covered in crafting materials, a sign she'd rushed to get them done in time.
She shows them in detail, don't worry about being left in suspense. Indeed, they're all carved carefully from wooden bits, with little items and clothing pieces glued together.
The kid sits in this earnest hope that she did well enough to not be teased. It's a normal thing to do, right? Something a person does, not a science project.
She hopes it's obvious who is who:]

I can bring them to you, wherever you are... if you want yours. If you do not, I can keep them on my dresser.
[Honestly, knowing how many she made is an eye-opener for her; she didn't realize she cared about so many people here.]
.... Feliz Prijata.
[... Even if it's a bit early.]
Prijata is coming up; it is a celebration to give people things. I am not very good at it.
But we had wood-carving for the end of the year art project, so I — made some... wooden dolls for people. [She pauses, looking up again at Linda. She motions for her to continue on.] I am not very good at it yet, so the painting is not perfect. Even so, I have... made... many good friends. Friends I didn't think I would make. So... Quiero agradecer a mis amigos. I want to thank my friends.
[This is clearly something she's not used to saying. At all. And her cheeks are slightly flustered by the time she stops and she's plucking at her tattered shirt sleeve — a new visual compared to the usually cool and collected child who never seems to care enough to be embarrassed. It's just, you know. It's different when it's something you've made for someone else. And it is their faces, a face she had studied in that way of hers over the last few weeks as she worked on the project. Her bed is covered in crafting materials, a sign she'd rushed to get them done in time.
She shows them in detail, don't worry about being left in suspense. Indeed, they're all carved carefully from wooden bits, with little items and clothing pieces glued together.
The kid sits in this earnest hope that she did well enough to not be teased. It's a normal thing to do, right? Something a person does, not a science project.
She hopes it's obvious who is who:]

I can bring them to you, wherever you are... if you want yours. If you do not, I can keep them on my dresser.
[Honestly, knowing how many she made is an eye-opener for her; she didn't realize she cared about so many people here.]
.... Feliz Prijata.
[... Even if it's a bit early.]

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But I will do my best to help with our - 'self will'.
[She says it in earnest, because she takes any mission given to her seriously.]
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Maybe we could have a look around. ( Maybe she could just live vicariously through the other mutant. ) What kind of toys do you like? I loved Hot Wheels as a kid. And legos. The foster home had a huge bucket of lego, and I'd try and build the tallest skyscraper I could. Until this asshole Mark came and kicked it down.
( Wait. )
Shit, I didn't mean to say asshole.
( DOUBLE SHIT. )
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I do not know what those are. But I would like to play with them, if they're fun.
... And it's okay to curse. My father cursed a lot, too.
[Ah. Maybe she shouldn't be talking about him. But it's... not as sore a subject as it was a few months ago. She's trying to... accept. And to not ignore her feelings. Harder than it sounds, for sure.]