[001] → the house

[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

You're aware of a deep, chilling darkness that surrounds you. You're in an unfamiliar basement, and there's a terrible potpourri of dust and formaldehyde that creates the stench of the dank place. There's something like a whisper in your ear, voices speaking in undertones that you can't hear, even though there's really no one there with you. A chill runs up your spine, as if a wind has come through, but the air is still, and the silence all around hangs heavy.

Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.

"Why am I... here?"

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[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

Again, the teenager shifts her weight. "So, people just start dreaming like this... with others in them. Out of nowhere. And this is... common."

Judging by all the people around, she guessed that it was. Violet's expression is pretty calm by now; it's more interesting than confusing or annoying, at this point.

"Sorry, I forgot," she says suddenly. "I'm Violet."

[drinkandforget.livejournal.com]

"I am the guardian of the River of Oblivion," she introduces herself. "Sailor Lethe." There's a certain bold confidence to her posture that stops just short of arrogance; a certain pride in her role that she no longer knows if she feels, but that is expected.

Pride was thrown out when she betrayed her place for the sake of survival.