As the week went on, her drawings were less of the world around her and more of the memories she's seen. Some were of people she didn't know, as if to commit their face to memory or present it as a gift to those who might have people they missed. Other images were of people from her world, people she never wanted to forget. It was easy to slip into the depths of her drawings and most of the time she didn't even notice if someone approached her. She was lost to her memories and to those she missed, trying to make sure that they will never be forgotten.
Some residence might recognize those in her pictures but it was up to them if they said anything to her about it.
NaminĂ© đŸ’™ Ota
[ooc: This is a general catch all for the event. Feel free to run into Naminé drawing anywhere and drawing of anything. This is also how anyone might catch her if they pick up one of her memories unless they come visit her in her room at the Landmark Inn.]
Her fingers were cold but she wanted them free so she could sketch the various sights of the spirits party. Her sketches varied from images of spirits, dogs, aurora's and people. All were bursting with various colors and details before she turned the page and started again. Naminé remained sitting while she drew, her lantern next to her to help illuminate the paper.
As the week went on, her drawings were less of the world around her and more of the memories she's seen. Some were of people she didn't know, as if to commit their face to memory or present it as a gift to those who might have people they missed. Other images were of people from her world, people she never wanted to forget. It was easy to slip into the depths of her drawings and most of the time she didn't even notice if someone approached her. She was lost to her memories and to those she missed, trying to make sure that they will never be forgotten.
Some residence might recognize those in her pictures but it was up to them if they said anything to her about it.
MEMORIES - Open To All
Matrix Opal - SORA/LINGERING WILL
"Sora?"
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Girasol Opal - ROXAS
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Indonesian Opal - IXON
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Yowah Opal - AXEL
The room was dark with a single beam of light filtering through the window. Drawings scattered the floor as Naminé used the time to immortalize whatever memories she could. Roxas was gone but he'd never be forgotten. No one should be forgotten. There was a creaking noise as a familiar red haired organization member appeared in front of her.
He reached for her and together they escaped through a corridor of darkness.
A harsh landscape stretched out in front of Naminé as she spoke. "Thank you. That's twice now you came to my rescue."
Axel turned to look at her and looked both unimpressed and confused. "But you know how to use these corridors, don't you?" Naminé turned to look back at him as she remembered that dark space again.
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