VALOEL O'CALLAGHEN
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Posts: 44
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: June 17th, 1991
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: College Student / Waitress
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Post by VALOEL O'CALLAGHEN on Sept 29, 2013 12:07:44 GMT -8
A cemetery was out of the question, after all the bodies were never found, but Valoel still had this need of wanting to remember her parents to show her respect. Most could be done at a grave site, or at the place of the person’s death. For Valoel this made things a bit hard, after all her parents had died at sea. With her fear of the water there was no way she would travel out, not even for her parents. What Valoel did have was the boat her parents went missing on, it had even been fixed up since that incident. Every year, on this date Valoel picked up what bravery she had and would visit that boat. She would force herself inside, clean it up (a year left alone could cause a lot of dust) and spend some time alone thinking about her parents. Valoel made a habit of never asking her friends to go with her, spending every year doing the same thing alone. She did it so that she could cry without any of her friends seeing her sad. This year would be different, this year she had both Marielle and Amanda with her. She had somehow slipped up that her parents time of death was coming up. Leading to questions of if she had anything planned, she didn’t know how to get out of it, so she told the truth. Explained that she was going to visit her parents and spend some time just remembering what she could of them. Somehow Marielle had offered to drive and Amanda agreed to tag along. Now they were here, at the docks, not at a cemetery like other people. Valoel did her best to explain the situation. ”Since they were lost at sea there were no bodies, so even though they did hold a funeral, there was no burial.” ”So since there is no grave, I come here instead, my parents boat is here.. and I do my best to keep it clean in memory. It was my dad’s favorite position after all.” It was really hard to talk about this, but she was doing her best to keep from crying, she loved the parents she had now, but also missed the ones she lost. She lead Marielle and Amanda down the docks to where the boat was waiting, though boat was not the right word. In fact maybe Valoel should have explained that it was a yacht. Never the less she got the boarding plank ready and offered for Marielle and Amanda to go take a look inside. She was also still working up the nerve to get on the boat, her mind screaming at her about the fact that it was sitting on ocean water. |
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AMANDA SMITH
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UCLA HISTORY MAJOR
Posts: 21
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 01 JUNE 1991
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA History Major
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Post by AMANDA SMITH on Oct 2, 2013 7:38:32 GMT -8
Amanda had been friends with Val for some time and considered them to be one of each other's best friends. She knew that Val's biological parents were no longer with her but she had never actually questioned when or how they died. She supposed that she could have but it had never truly crossed her mind. Death in itself had never been something that affected her emotionally. She was fascinated by it, that was true, but moreso in a way that was reminscient of Edgar Allen Poe than anything else. The emotional ties that come with the loss of life were completely foreign to Amanda. However, as she watched Val struggle to keep her composure as she neared the dock and explained the death of her parents, Amanda couldn't help but feel upset along with her. She had never seen Val cry nor did she ever want to see her cry. Val deserved to be happy and loved; she did not deserve to have lost her parents so soon and in such a traumatizing way. Not only that, Amanda suddenly felt a sense of self loathing. She had been friends with Val for years. How did she never know about how much Val suffered every year around this time. Why didn't she know such important things about her friends at all?
As Val talked about the memory of her parents, Amanda found herself at a loss for words. What could she say that would make Val feel better? There was no way and words or sentences she formed could soothe her. And she was sure that saying the typical "Sorry for your loss" was unecessary and incredibly unhelpful. The English dictionary seemed much too shallow all of a sudden.
Instead of entering the yacht, Amanda stood next to her friend and reached out to grasp Val's hand in hers. Even if words couldn't help, at the very least she could support her. "Val..." she said softly, her eyes downcast.
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MARIELLE LAROUX
Civilian
IDENTIFIED KNIGHT
I'm the leader of a crowd
Posts: 38
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 07/14/1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Nurse
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Oct 3, 2013 19:33:12 GMT -8
It wasn't often she had to delve so deep into her closet she found clothes she hadn't worn since she was nineteen, but when you needed something that was subdued and conservative in her kind of wardrobe, it was bound to happen. She had plenty of black, but she supposed that was a little too blatant and would add to the 'mourning' vibe. In the end she'd managed to fish out a tank top and cardigan of almost the exact same shade of dull, dark teal, slapped them with a pair of grey dress slacks, grabbed a pair of her black sandal heels and called it acceptable enough, and had set out to fetch the girls so they could head for the car.
She'd never had a loss in her life, not to this extent (her mother's habits and eventual departure didn't come close), so she couldn't properly even know how the young woman felt. As a result, she'd kept quiet most the trip there, stepping out of the guardianship role for a little while. With how much she barely even contacted her own parents, it was hard for her to even grasp the idea of mourning them. It was moments like this that she remembered she was only nine years Val's elder – it felt like so much more, felt like she had tons more life experiences than the girl, but this was one of the few times that the blonde had lived something she hadn't. Not that she'd have wanted to, anyway.
The older woman made no comment when Val had told her where to drive, but was curious. When they got there, her dark eyes swept over the expanse of the harbor, and while she did know the basic story of how her charge's parents died, she was a little surprised – they weren't going to go out on the water, were they? Surely not. She suspected overwhelming panic wasn't an emotion she needed added on top of her current ones. However, she still kept quiet, and instead occupied herself removing her dog from the car (who she had refused to leave home alone because god knows what would happen), making sure he was leashed, and keeping him in check as they walked along the docks.
Seven, of course, had no idea why they were out, but he was exceedingly happy about it – she was glad to see he seemed much happier today, and showed no signs of lethargy or pain. It was something, she guessed...downside being, he had two states – he either wanted to be everywhere, trying to get pets from everyone they passed, entire back end wiggling in excitement as he pulled to the end of his leash, or pestering Marielle or Val for attention, though more Val. Marielle suspected he could sense the girl's distress. The three (four, counting the dog) of them finally came to a stop at the end of a dock housing several very nice, large, expensive looking boats, and honestly, Marielle wondered why she was so surprised when she was met with a yacht as being their destination. In hindsight, it...actually made perfect sense.
“I'm surprised you've kept it, to be honest. What can we do to help?” she spoke for the first time in a while, gaze fixating on the two younger girls, subconsciously moving one hand to settle on top of her dog's head and he shoved his nose against it demandingly.
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