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Backtagging: Yes, please! Seems like I always end up having to anyway... >.>
Threadhopping: Hmm. Let’s take it on a thread-by-thread basis - if you want to hop in, just ask.
Fourthwalling: I dunno how many folks here have actually heard of Bizenghast, but if you have you’re welcome to; just please no trolling by telling her she’s fictional, fake, etc.
Offensive subjects : None come to mind atm.
[IC]
Hugging this character: Go ahead!
Kissing this character: On the cheek or forehead is a-okay, on the lips she won't be comfortable with.
Flirting with this character: Sure, go for it - but it'll probably go right over her head. XD
Badtouching this character: Ehhhh... I'mm gonna say no, unless it's coming from a character she already has some sort of relationship with, and even then, she’d probably only tolerate it if they were clearly joking. Anyone else who tries is just going to end up slapped.
Relationships/Romance/Sexual with this character: The point I’m pulling her from post-series, she’s heavily implied to be in a relationship already, so let’s not.
Fighting with this character: She'd really only fight somebody physically if it was a matter of self-defense, or if her friends were in danger, and there's really only a few things that would get her to start an argument. But if you want to try and pick a fight, be my guest.
Injuring/Killing/Maiming this character: She’s basically a ghost, so I’m not sure it would even be possible to...
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Go right ahead - just be aware that she's not exactly sane, so her head is probably a very dark and confusing place.

The only supernatural power Dinah herself has is an ability to see and communicate with ghosts - which probably isn't going to affect other player-characters much, if at all.

[The view is from Dinah's POV, and mostly the view is her hands in her own lap, sewing up a tear in the sleeve of a dress. Suddenly the dress comes to life, hopping off Dinah's lap and skittering along the floor.] Ah! [She jumps up to chase it, but doesn't get very far before tripping over -another- dress that happened to be lying on the ground, which decided it also wanted to come to life and run off on her.] Hey, get back here! [She gets to her feet then, logic, or lack of, be damned. She was almost done with those repairs, you know!]

[And then she wakes up. Her sewing is still in her lap, and pretty obviously not going to run off any time soon. She rolls her eyes at her own weird dream.] "Note to self: get your hands on a sewing machine." She mutters. That would certainly speed up the whole sewing process- and if it didn't take as long as hand sewing, the chances she'd fall asleep while doing it were slimmer.]

[And on that note, she folds the dress up and heads for bed- if she's sleepy now, it'll only get worse if she doesn't get some rest, to the point where she'll be too tired soon to do anything productive.]

Current Mood: amused

[She stands in a small graveyard, in her pajamas, with a cool wind stirring up her hair and tugging at the loose cotton pants and t-shirt and the full moon shining down.

There's a crackling sound behind her, and she whirls. A few yards behind Dinah, half facing away from her, is a blonde boy about her age, a few inches taller than she is.

"Vincent!"

She runs toward him, but he seems not to hear her and turns, walking away. The distance between them stretches out, and no matter how fast she runs Dinah can't seem to close that distance any quicker. Or at all. The space between them is exactly the same as it was when she started running.

"Vincent!"

Still no response from the boy. He finally reaches the open stone archway that acts as the entrance and steps through. Suddenly Dinah is able to close the gap between and reach the entrance too. But when she tries to follow him out, something holds her back from passing under the archway.

Chains. Chains that have sprouted from the graveyard soil and wrapped around her wrists. Oddly, they glow white in the moonlight and are shaped like human bones. Perhaps they are bones. In any case, the chains are dragging her back the way she came, and she cries out again. "Vincent, come back! Please! Help me!"

No response from the boy, he just continues walking, beginning to disappear as a thick white fog rolls in. Dinah strains against her deceptively fragile-looking bonds, only to have them start reeling her in even faster. "Vincent, please! I'm sorry! Come back!"

He vanishes completely into the fog, and Dinah falls to the ground from the force her chains are tugging at her with. They tug her back into the graveyard, and as she gets nearer the place they're coming up from the ground at, a hole roughly the size of a grave opens up to meet her, a simple slab tombstone marking it, bearing the legend 'Dinah' and the brand of the Mausoleum.

Her legs and the bottom half of her torso are pulled into the hole and she digs her nails into the dirt near the edge. "Vincent!" She called one last time, then screamed as she was pulled into the grave which immediately began to fill again.]

[Upon waking, Dinah sits up in bed (she found and claimed an empty house in Espoir) and curls herself into a little ball, hugging her knees so that she can rest her forehead on them. And she doesn't make a sound, except for the sound of her breathing as it slows from fast and panicked back to normal.]

Current Mood: distressed
Current Location: Espoir

[Video; there is brief static, then anyone looking at their Dreamberry would see a young teenage girl, pale and dark-haired, and looking nervous, confused, and uncomfortable.]

Um...hello? Can...can anyone hear me? What is this place? ...Am I dreaming?

[She sounds about as confused as she looks.]

[The camera tilts around now, kind of crazily, as if she's playing with the Dreamberry, or examining it. A slight laugh is heard, and her voice is a touch amused when she speaks next.] Wow, fancy phone. I guess this place can't be too bad if they just give away stuff like this...

Current Mood: confused

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Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: desk
Current Music: Heather Dale- The Trial of Lancelot

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Dear Diary, I'm beginning to feel I'm not like other people...

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