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Mar. 10th, 2012 12:41 am[ooc: with Erin's permission Trisha's departure from Luceti has been delayed until now.]
[There really is no way to describe the feeling of waking up to find your dead mother has vanished- to find that she has, in fact, been sent home to death once again. There's denial at first, fear, anger, a lot of yelling. A few walls get punched, resulting in dents and fist-shaped holes. No tears, though. Never tears. That much hasn't changed.
And then, later, with the camera covered, written somewhat shakily:]
Trisha Elric's gone back.
[Not home. Not to her world. Not to her family or- or anything.
And Edward doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now, so he'll spend pretty much the rest of the day holed up in the house, mostly in his room. The journal will be ignored, and while visitors might not feel welcome, there are certain people he wouldn't tell to go away right now.]
[There really is no way to describe the feeling of waking up to find your dead mother has vanished- to find that she has, in fact, been sent home to death once again. There's denial at first, fear, anger, a lot of yelling. A few walls get punched, resulting in dents and fist-shaped holes. No tears, though. Never tears. That much hasn't changed.
And then, later, with the camera covered, written somewhat shakily:]
Trisha Elric's gone back.
[Not home. Not to her world. Not to her family or- or anything.
And Edward doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now, so he'll spend pretty much the rest of the day holed up in the house, mostly in his room. The journal will be ignored, and while visitors might not feel welcome, there are certain people he wouldn't tell to go away right now.]
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