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« Katherine » ([personal profile] storiestotell) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-03-19 09:07 pm

[ open log ]

Who: Katherine and YOU ( Seriously, anyone at all who happens to be awake and wants to run into the kid. )
What: Late night wandering in the castle, possibly continue on to wandering outside.
When: Forward date to Wednesday (3/20) night. As in waaaaay past her bedtime. Whoops.
Where: Anywhere she can go to in the castle and then onto the castle grounds later on.
Rating: G? PG? - Just a kid exploring so I doubt anything more than that would be expected.


[ There had been some nights where she was able to sleep well enough. No dreams to keep her up once she had managed to fall asleep in bed with a book in hand. Or if she did dream, she couldn't remember them in the morning. But there were other nights where her dreams would wake her up and keep her conscious until the very early hours of the morning. Although it might be more accurate to say they were nightmares, not dreams.

This night just so happens to be one of them.

She keeps her journal with her as she leaves her room, only after tugging on her familiar yellow coat and tying her hair back into a messy ponytail. There's a brief pause where she makes sure the door is closed right before she listens for any signs of someone else in the tower being awake. Hearing none Katherine tucks her journal away in her coat and makes her way over to the stairs to lead away from the tower.
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littlesoul: (Default)

[personal profile] littlesoul 2013-03-20 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
{River likes the darkness, River likes the quiet. River likes likes the landscape of dreams that unfold before her at night. She likes walking in the corners of those dreams, even the nightmares and while she sometimes finds herself scared and running, she can't help but feel like it's better than when the world is wide away and screaming at her.

Ad that's what she's doing, her legs speeding her down the hallway as she tears away from a nightmare she tangled herself with. She's scared but not terrified because even though she feels the people's fear, she's experienced worse.

This is a girl who knows what it's like to be afraid.

She spies the other girl, not slowing down as she runs but waving all the same. She dances around her, moves graceful ad fluid as she turns and spins around her.]


The dreams can't get you, it's the other things you should be scared of. The things that live outside your dreams. [She slows a few feet away, looking over her shoulder at the girl]
pinwield: (careful...)

[personal profile] pinwield 2013-03-20 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Arrietty is quite focused on her task- that is, reaching the pencil that she sees peeking over the edge of one of the tables in the lobby. She could use that for a lot of things, and it's not that hard to get to.

She's getting her little pieces of double-stick tape out of her bag- she's learned a lot from her father- and has already slipped them on over her gloves and boots when she notices movement at one of the doors, out of the corner of her eye.

She freezes, going totally silent, and slowly begins the climb, hoping the bean won't notice the noise. ]
snowstorms: (❅ or what she might bring)

[personal profile] snowstorms 2013-03-21 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack doesn't sleep. He hasn't had a nightmare, so to speak, in about three hundred years-- unless he counts that encounter with Pitch. So he's entertaining himself in other ways, encouraging the late night frost. He drags his staff across the stones as he walks, freezing the late night dew and making it slick.

It's basically dead out here, and he's not paying too much attention. Katherine might find the door to the tower a little reluctant-- someone's iced the frame, making it stick.]
deductiongeek: (just a boy)

[personal profile] deductiongeek 2013-03-21 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Conan didn't deal with insomnia often. His child's body, with its need for more sleep, usually saw to that. But every now and then the thoughts and ideas that constantly ran through his head here plagued him enough to drive him out into the castle at night.

He leaves his journal behind and sets off for the kitchen. With very few others awake, maybe he could get away with making his own tea for once.
pint_sized_carnivore: (cringe)

[personal profile] pint_sized_carnivore 2013-03-21 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Chie cannot sleep, being new and all (and hyper), so she thought of taking a late night stroll. She heads down the stairs to go to the lobby before going outside in the grounds]