Officer Berri
Cousin Redd's Nightmare
So, while I was responding to the character backstories topic in the New Leaf section, I accidentally ended up writing a short prologue instead of a quick blurb about my character's background. I have hopes to start up a little comic once I get the game, but this technically is going to serve as the story about how my character winds up in the town of Moonvale. I might even eventually make a few comic pages out of this! I hope you guys like it!
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All of Cynthia's life she had been extremely shy. Who could blame her? Her mother was never the most normal individual in the world. Because of her mother's eccentric behavior, most other children her age would not speak to her unless they were teasing her. As she grew older, Cynthia chose to stay home more often, weary of being mocked by those who knew about her mom's strange behavior.
Cynthia loved working with clothes. As a small girl she learned to sew from her grandmother and quickly began making new clothes for all her dolls. As she grew older, she never stopped working on clothes. Most of the outfits she wore were of her own design. Cynthia desired to someday open her own clothing shop, but was unsure how to get started.
Of course, she seemed to have forgotten just who her mother was. The grown woman was prone to taking a peek into her daughter's journal when she wasn't at home. When she learned of her daughter's hopes and dreams she quickly rushed to the phone and called a friend who worked at the train station. Within a few short moments, plans were made. Cynthia had barely any idea what was going on when she got home. Her mother handed her a ticket, a backpack, and a change of clothes. She took her only child by the hand and hurried out the front door.
"Mom! Where are we going?!" Cynthia asked.
"We're not going anywhere, honey! You are! I'm not going to let you stew and miss your chance to fulfill your dreams! You know what they say! Carp dime!" her mother replied.
"Mom I think you mean 'Carpe diem'. Wait, why are we going to the train station?"
She didn't get much of an answer; only a kiss on the forehead and a train ticket. Before she could think, her mother had rushed her onto the train, sat her down, and wished her a loving farewell. In what seemed like a flash, the train started to move and she saw her mother waving at her from the window. Growing smaller and smaller. Gone.
She noticed a letter in her backpack. She took it out and read it. Her mother apologized for rushing her out of the house, but she couldn't let Cynthia just sit around and miss her chance to follow her dreams. Her friend had told her Moonvale, the village she was traveling to, would be a calm and wonderful place for her to work on her clothes. She wished Cynthia all the luck in the world.
Cynthia felt her eyes well up with tears. She had never thought her mother would be the one to give her the push she needed to head out in life. Her mother had never seemed to take her love of clothing design very seriously. She seemed much more intent on trying to get her daughter to be as open and talkative as she was.
Cynthia wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced out the window at the landscape racing by. She was so distracted she almost didn't notice the figure sitting a few seats down from her. She didn't even notice them get up and approach her.
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All of Cynthia's life she had been extremely shy. Who could blame her? Her mother was never the most normal individual in the world. Because of her mother's eccentric behavior, most other children her age would not speak to her unless they were teasing her. As she grew older, Cynthia chose to stay home more often, weary of being mocked by those who knew about her mom's strange behavior.
Cynthia loved working with clothes. As a small girl she learned to sew from her grandmother and quickly began making new clothes for all her dolls. As she grew older, she never stopped working on clothes. Most of the outfits she wore were of her own design. Cynthia desired to someday open her own clothing shop, but was unsure how to get started.
Of course, she seemed to have forgotten just who her mother was. The grown woman was prone to taking a peek into her daughter's journal when she wasn't at home. When she learned of her daughter's hopes and dreams she quickly rushed to the phone and called a friend who worked at the train station. Within a few short moments, plans were made. Cynthia had barely any idea what was going on when she got home. Her mother handed her a ticket, a backpack, and a change of clothes. She took her only child by the hand and hurried out the front door.
"Mom! Where are we going?!" Cynthia asked.
"We're not going anywhere, honey! You are! I'm not going to let you stew and miss your chance to fulfill your dreams! You know what they say! Carp dime!" her mother replied.
"Mom I think you mean 'Carpe diem'. Wait, why are we going to the train station?"
She didn't get much of an answer; only a kiss on the forehead and a train ticket. Before she could think, her mother had rushed her onto the train, sat her down, and wished her a loving farewell. In what seemed like a flash, the train started to move and she saw her mother waving at her from the window. Growing smaller and smaller. Gone.
She noticed a letter in her backpack. She took it out and read it. Her mother apologized for rushing her out of the house, but she couldn't let Cynthia just sit around and miss her chance to follow her dreams. Her friend had told her Moonvale, the village she was traveling to, would be a calm and wonderful place for her to work on her clothes. She wished Cynthia all the luck in the world.
Cynthia felt her eyes well up with tears. She had never thought her mother would be the one to give her the push she needed to head out in life. Her mother had never seemed to take her love of clothing design very seriously. She seemed much more intent on trying to get her daughter to be as open and talkative as she was.
Cynthia wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced out the window at the landscape racing by. She was so distracted she almost didn't notice the figure sitting a few seats down from her. She didn't even notice them get up and approach her.