SailerMoon (Sai)

SailerMoon March3They didn’t want to stare, but what was SailerMoon doing home.  She had been assigned years ago to the far East, no one thought she would be back so soon.  Certainly not without some communication.  Rosie was not on campus, so it was a total surprise.  Not that they weren’t happy to see her, they were.  Just that, unusual for them,. they were speechless.

As she got closer into the room they could see that she had light scars on her forehead, but aside from that, Sai looked pretty good.

“Hello everyone” Sai’s voice was cheerful, but they detected an edge, and a weariness that didn’t show on her face.

Suddenly they were all clamouring to say hello to her  personally, and wanting to know how she was.

SailerMoon 3.11.18cHer beautiful long hair looked shorter, and where it had been lustrous and healthy, it looked like it was in the process of regaining its vitality. Her eyes held a sadness, although she was smiling, the smile didn’t quite reach her brown doe like eyes.

Knowing she couldn’t put off explaining to her friends, Sai said down, took the coffee offered her,  and sat back in the chair by the fireplace.  This had always been her favourite room, it could be quiet and peaceful, and on other occasions when they were planning an operation, it was the hub of activity.

Everyone had pulled up chairs and were waiting for her to settle in, and begin her story.

“I will keep it short” Sai began, “first let me tell you how wonderful it is to be here and see you all again.”  This time, her smile was warm and they could see she radiated her happiness , her eyes held the twinkle they all loved.

“Friends are so important” she continued.  “When I left, I was so keen to get going, that I was thinking only of my new assignment.  A new home, a new family, and it was not going to be a dangerous assignment where we walk thin lines.” She sighed, “I let my guard down, something we’re taught never to do.  We are always to be present and aware of our circumstances.”

Looking around, she saw the concern in the eyes that were looking back at her.  They were figuring it out.  How lucky she was to have such good friends, family and co-workers.  “The family I was sent to live with, had a couple of children, a boy and a girl. At first it was fun, I got new clothes, and I was taken everywhere.”

Her friends saw the shadow cross her face while she stopped to sip on her coffee.  “It was while my playmates were at school that I began to hear angry voices, and the constant quarreling of the parents.  For awhile their discord was kept from the children, but the time arrived, when neither parent could suppress the anger and resentment they felt and would lash out while the children were awake.”

“It became clear that the anger was no longer providing a safe environment for the children, but before I could formulate a plan, and contact headquarters”  here she paused, and the pain of remembering caused her whole body to spasm.  “There was a physical altercation, other family members got involved, it got out of control, the children and I were left to fend for ourselves, it was not pretty.”

“My friends have been taken into foster care, and I was thrown out. Discarded”  A shudder ran through the room, as they pictured what had happened. “I was picked up by a lady passing by, I was unable to move, the debris and discarded items from the house were dumped outside,  a big box had fallen over my body”  My clothes were torn, dirty, my hair had been pulled and trampled on as I lay unprotected on the ground.  Then when the debris was thrown over me, I was lucky that my head was not crushed.”

A gasp and a few groans escaped the lips of her friends, who stayed quiet … waiting for her to finish.  No one wanted to interrupt.  “The lady took me home, cleaned me up, and gave me new clothes.  She was kind, but all I wanted then was to come back here.  I thanked  her, and made my way back home.  All I want now is to rest, and gather my strength again.  The human world is very volatile and unsettling.  I know you all have questions, and yes,  I will be available for questions, but not now…”

With that, she slowly got up, and made her way to her old room.

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Till next time…..

 

Sailer-Moon (Sai) is a MapleLea doll she hails from Nunavut is of Inuit heritage

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jemma 2.6.18It was not the best light, but Jemma was determined to find the place on the map that Rosie had mentioned to her earlier.    She had been distracted by an incoming call, and now she was having to focus.

In the background, she heard voices, but refused to let them distract her further from her quest.  She was being called, frowning, she looked down at her phone, it was silent.

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Looking up at the monitor, she saw where the voices were coming from.  It looked like a deserted waiting station, maybe at an old now defunct railway line. She knew the feed was recording, and had to decide to watch, or wait and play it back when she had more time.

Deciding that her current task needed her attention, she bend down to study the map again.  No sooner had her eyes left the screen when she heard  the sound of gun shots.

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Why was Xsa lying down, had she been shot, who was the stranger she was with, he seemed to be trying to make her comfortable.  Why hadn’t Kit gone down, where was Chen-May?  She had only just looked down.. She knew while the taping was active, there was no tampering with the monitor.. She would have to wait to know more.

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The picture on the screen changed, she could see the fog was rolling in, the train was off the tracks, darn, she wished she could focus in closer.  Sighing, she returned to the task at hand and the map that was patiently waiting for her full attention.

Stay tuned

 

Jemma, American Girl

Xsa & stranger, SL Avatars

SL http://www.secondlife.com     a virtual world

 

 

weather woes

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Rosie looked out at the snow-covered landscape.  She had a lot on her mind, by now she knew that the “girls” were aware of her return.  She paced her room, thinking of the directives she had been given during her visit to headquarters.  Each participant at the base under her supervision had been well vetted and trained for the assignments they would be given.  Still, she needed to plan out how and when to  begin each of the projects.

Kit she knew was itching to get out and start integrating her “character” into the setting she was being sent into.  Maybe she should start with Kit, they would need to meet up and arrange wardrobe, and a meeting place, for briefings.  Kit would also have time to develop her background story, and to work into the character so that it was  a “natural” fit, part of her persona.

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Plus part of what Kit had in her favour was her close friendship with Chen-May, they had studied the martial arts together,  her long time friendship also meant that she knew a lot about the customs and ways of the Asian community.  Rosie had still to decide if Chen-May would be assigned to the same project, or to another one that was happening on the west coast.  She was waiting for another briefing from her superior.

Satisfied on her decision for Kit to begin preparations, she reached for the intercom.

stay tuned.

 

Chen-May -MapleLea doll

Kit American Girl doll