[[RP with me ppl. I can't go to a chatroom on an iPod, but we can RP through note, right? ]]

Meltdown patrolled the house. She rather didn't care for safety as she did for objects that made annoying noises. She looked through her own things, photos of herself with her friends, entries in her diary. She didn't feel the personal connection she used to, without her heart. Speaking of her heart, it still lay at the foot of the stairs, frozen in a strange ice that didn't melt.

As Meltdown read through her diary, she came across a page that talked about her feelings for a certain person. She'd drawn him and colored him a bit, but his face wasn't drawn in. It only showed a man with a black sleeveless shirt and a headset. Nothing else drawn was helping to uncover his identity. Melty read the entry aloud.

"To this journal that will not reveal my secrets;

The feeling came over again. I talked to him, and I felt my blood rush through what little veins I have.

I'm not sure what it's called. Love... Maybe?

I don't know."

Melty brushed her gloved fingers over the word 'love'. She stared blankly at the page, her bluegreen eyes forever in a stare of lifelessness. Unless she gained her feelings back, there was no way she'd know what her own words meant. She tore the page out of the diary and set out to find Master Aoriro.

"Master? Can you tell me what this word means?"

She ran off through the house searching for him.

[[Now Meltdown wants to find out what the definition of 'love' is. And from the drawing, can you guess who she likes now? ;D -shot-

he probably doesn't even like melty anyway gdugrribf;;

Anyway; If you want to have a serious RP, note me: we can RP through note <3 ]]