byakkoyagirl | ✯ Sixth Session ✯ [Accidental Written?] Dated to Wednesday Afternoon

[During the afternoon, if one is to catch the journal feed they may notice what looks like a black splotch on the feed. If one looks long enough, they will notice that this splotch is growing slowly. Eventually it starts taking on this form:]

[As the splotch grows, the journal camera catches a young woman grumbling, while rubbing her head in frustration. That young woman being Paprika. ...At least it looks like she's grumbling. Because, no matter how much it appears that she's talking, no words come out of her mouth that can be even caught in the slightest by the journal. Meanwhile the inkblot stops as soon as she does. It doesn't seem she has noticed just yet that her journal is open.]

[ooc: Paprika is back from her kidnapping. Her experimentation side-effect is that her words are being translated into the journal as Rorschach Inkblots and none of her speech can be heard. She doesn't realize this and is under the illusion that nothing has happened to her. The blots can be interpreted in whatever way you want your character to see them as. I'll put what she's actually saying in brackets for convenience. Replies will be accompanied by images, so please specify in the subject line if you want it linked as a URL if your computer can't take image loading or if tinypic is blocked for some reason! Also this post is image heavy in the comments.]

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You can't be afraid of the 'what ifs' or else you'll never get ahead in life. Plus, you don't know what she'll think unless you ask.

[He takes a deep breath in then lets it out.] Paprika, the woman I have feelings for is...you.

[She goes silent at his declaration, but doesn't make any sort of surprised expression. If anything, it felt almost obvious to her as soon as he said the woman was taken. So, there was no reason to feel surprised.

But, there was something she needed to tell him. It was only fair to because he gathered enough of his nerves to come out with this.]

Frederic, I have something to tell you too.

[There's some surprise, but he remains calm when Paprika speaks and he'll look at her.]

What is it, Paprika?

[She stands from the bench and stretches her arms in the air, without turning back to Frederic.]

I'm not real.

[His eyes widen and he'll have a look of great shock.]

You... [Even though he's in shock, he begins to quickly put the pieces together and realize.] ...I was a fool for not realizing soon, I'm terribly sorry to say such things.

Eh? No, you don't have to be sorry. If anything, I'm sorry for hiding it. [She turns around to greet him a smile. It isn't a fake one, but perfectly genuine.] The secret to being such a good dream psychologist is that I'm a dream myself.

[He looks very sad now.] I should have known...love and happiness are not meant for me from anyone. I'm such a fool... [He puts his face into his hands to hide his face.]

Edited 2011-03-07 04:10 (UTC)

He-Hey! [She walks up to him and takes his hands.] Don't say that. You can't blame this on yourself. I won't allow it.

[He tries to hide his face from her.] Please Paprika, don't look at me.

No, I will. Because there's no reason not to.

[She will see tears falling down his face and he says nothing else.]

[She looks at the tears and frowns. But, what could she say? She wants him to feel better, but she simply can't reciprocate his feelings. It wouldn't be fair to him. Paprika understood what love was, but was simply incapable of actually falling in love herself. There wasn't even the slightest hope that she would one day return them genuinely. In the back of her mind she always worried if something like this would happen, which was why she always claimed Tokita as her husband and not Atsuko's.

Perhaps lying about it was wrong from the start.]

I'm sorry, Frederic.

[He continues to quietly sobbing in his hands, still unable to speak any words. All he wants to do is keep things this way, but he knows he can't and tries to calm himself.]

No, it was my fault. Do not be sorry, please Paprika.

It isn't your fault. So, please stop crying.

Paprika...

Are you better now?

...No.

...I'm sorry I can't do anything to help. Not a personal or professional level.

[He only walks towards her and gently puts his arms around her.]

[She doesn't stiffen with the sudden contact, nor does she pull away. At the same time, she doesn't reciprocate it or make any sort of notion that she appreciates the gesture. She simply doesn't know what to feel. Talking about love and understanding it is different from being emotionally able to feel it. And she simply doesn't know what to feel.

So she says nothing and does nothing.]

[He pulls away and frowns at her.]

I'm deeply sorry, Paprika. You're a good person and deserve to be free, not chained to another. What I felt for you and my reasons were because you reminded me of a lover I once had, yet now I feel it was wrong of me to live in a fantasy. [He sighs and turns away.] If possible, I would like for us to stay friends even after all of this.

[Chained? Was she ever chained? ...Well it didn't matter. As long as he was happy.]

Of course! I'm not just going to leave you behind.

[He smiles and takes her hand to kiss it.]

Thank you Paprika.

✯ Sixth Session ✯ [Accidental Written?] Dated to Wednesday Afternoon

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