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reckless_eagle) wrote2010-04-12 04:30 am
reckless_eagle) wrote2010-04-12 04:30 am
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Twenty-First Entry [Accidental Video]
[Remember how Poland was all emo over boy stuff yesterday?]
[It got worse.]
[DISCONSOLATE WEEPING.]
[Also, he's doing his weeping in a ludicrously well-furnished bedroom, in a mildly skanktastic nightgown and an almost-sheer robe. Because that's how it's done in the soaps, y'all :|b]
[It got worse.]
[DISCONSOLATE WEEPING.]
[Also, he's doing his weeping in a ludicrously well-furnished bedroom, in a mildly skanktastic nightgown and an almost-sheer robe. Because that's how it's done in the soaps, y'all :|b]
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But... I'm sure that he knows, now that he's in a bettr place.
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[....Yeah, even normal Poland thinks thats a wee bit over the top.]
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I don't think there's any other choice. But you're strong, Poland... You're a country! You'll survive, like always.
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I don't want to if he's not here! Like, what use do I have for a life where I won't ever see him smile again, or feel his hands in mine? I can't take this, Elaine!
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[Oh god he's making her cry too. Time for a dramatic monalogue?]
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I've loved him since we were children... since the very first time we formed an alliance... Even when he was a pagan, I loved to see the light in his eyes, loved the wind in his hair when he rode and the sound of his voice when he sang... To think that all those things are gone... It kills me, Elaine. I don't... I don't know if I can keep living like this. My best friend is gone. The light of my life has just... disappeared. There's nothing that can take this pain from me!
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[FLASHBACK. Elaine and her best friend Mona, a two-girl slumber party at Mona's house. Magazines litter the floor, and the stereo plays the Spice Girls. Mona and Eliane dancing, hands thrown up in the air, as the two twelve year olds sing along to the music...
And then another scene. Elaine standing at a grave, surrounded by Mona's family. Her hands are little fists at her side, and her head is bent down, looking at all that was left of her best friend. Rain pours down in torrents, under a dark, gray sky. Elaine's foster father standing next to her... as she tries to hold back tears. She doesn't cry.]
[WHICH ISN'T THE CASE IN POLAND'S ROOM because Elaine begins to cry like crazy.]
It's... one of the hardest things to endure.
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But I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, friend...
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[That's his cue to cling and cry some more. With appropriately heartbreaking background music, naturally!]
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[Still trying to get him to calm down, with her arms around his shoulders.]
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[She gazes out the window, past his blond hair, at the stars and the moon, searching them for some answer, for some source of meaning and purpose...]
[Spolier: They don't give any.]
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