... hmm?

The name's Antoinette... I live in Zephyr town and I aim to become a fashion designer one day. Can I help you with something? View Antoinette's Heart Levels. This is an RP account belonging to HMMasterlist.

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theshytailor:

   Candace happy face slowly turned sad as she listened to Antoinette. Her lips were starting to quiver a bit. She felt a wave of sadness wash over her. Mustering up a smile she said, "I'm really happy for you, Antoinette!... I know you'll be a really great fashion designer!"

  Without realizing it, tears were staring to trickle down her cheeks. She looked towards the ground, in hopes that her friend wouldn't see her. Of course, the way that she was rubbing her eyes and sniffling made it obvious. Trying her best to talk, she said, "I'm... going to... miss you... so... much..."

Antoinette bit her lip hard, a wave of emotions running through her - regret, sadness, guilt. Then, when she noticed Candace beginning to cry, she nearly lost it. "N-No.. please don't cry, please..."

And then she held her arms out and wrapped them around her, hugging her awkwardly as she wept. She herself was trying hard not to cry. "I'm going to miss you, and Luna... and everyone in Zephyr Town..." when she really thought about it, she didn't know a lot of people - but the ones she did, well... she'd miss them. A lot. "I-It was such a hard decision, believe me..."

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theshytailor:

  Candace simply listened as Antoinette spoke. When they reached the waterfall neither of them sat down. They just stared at the glistening water. A really bad feeling just sat in her stomach as they stood there.

   "Antoinette! That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!" Candace smiled happily at her friend. She really was happy for her. It was good that their relationship had been fixed! But now, she knew what was coming... The bad news... 

Though Candace was smiling, she knew her friend was just a tiny bit worried. It was understandable - she would be too. "Yeah... well, my mother... she moved to the city after I was born to become a fashion designer." she paused again, biting her lip. "She was successful. Now she owns a company and tons of stores..."

Antoinette shook her head. "I'm getting off topic. Like I said - she called, and offered me a position at her company. A way to get into the business." she looked over at Candace, a sad smile on her face. "It took me awhile to think about, but I said yes in the end. That means... I'm moving away. To the city."

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theshytailor:

  "Well, that's to bad! Sleep is important!" Sleep is important? What's with her? One of those nights huh. "Oh, I see."

    "I was just about to ask you the same thing..." Candace looked at Antoinette and bit her lip. "Well? Are you... Okay?..." Antoinette meant a lot to Candace. So she wanted to know if something was bothering her... "You can tell me anything... You know that right?..."

Oh goddess, this was definitely going to be harder than she thought it'd be. "Candace, you'll be my best friend forever, you know..?" and then Antoinette took a deep breath as they passed Lloyd's house and approached the waterfall. She didn't sit, however, she simply stared at the glistening water.

"If you couldn't tell, I have news to share." she smirked a little - now was not the time for sarcasm. "My mother... she called the other day. And you know, my mother and I don't share the best relationship, but I went to the city a week ago and we... repaired it, I guess." she paused, waiting for her friend's reply.

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theshytailor:

  From the moment Antoinette greeted her Candace could tell that something was... off. "Oh, yes, I did! The hotel is very comfortable here! How did you sleep?"

   Oh no... A walk... "S-sure! That'd be nice!" Candace followed the other blue-haired girl towards the waterfall. All the while thinking of what was to come. Does she not want to be my friend anymore?... I hope not... I'd be so sad...

"Sleep... I didn't get much of it, to be honest." she replied as they began their trek down to the waterfall. "I guess it was one of those nights were you just can't stop thinking..." her voice trailed off as she stifled a yawn. That sun was awfully bright today...

Antoinette raised an eyebrow after noticing Candace stutter. Why is she stuttering? That was a little unusual, seeing as she was all rainbows and butterflies two minutes before. "Yeah, it is a really nice day today..." she found herself frowning. "... is something on your mind?"

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theshytailor:

  Candace smiled as she skipped happily over to Antoinette's house. She was in such a wonderful mood today and couldn't wait to hang out with her best friend. She made sure to remember how to get there from the hotel so she wouldn't get lost. Seeing the blue house in the distance she decided to run the rest of the way.

  She smiled and let out a breath before knocking on the door. "Antoinette! I'm here!" She said loud enough for her friend to hear. "What should we do today?"

Antoinette pulled the door open, offering the other blue-haired girl a little smile. She opened it a little wider, greeting her with hopefully what seemed like a calm, cheerful voice. "Good morning.. aren't you joyful today?" just my luck.. "Did you rest well?" she found herself asking.

She exited her house, waving good bye to her father as she shut the door. "I was hoping we could take a walk... back to that waterfall I showed you before. You wouldn't mind, right..?"

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Antoinette fiddled with the hem of her dark blue skirt, a present she received from her best friend. Lost in deep thought, she sighed and glanced around her empty room, boxes of her most treasured items stacked neatly by the door. Then she looked out the window, silent. Good bye, Zepyhr Town...

She turned around and exited her room, her bag perched on her shoulder. Her mother had called a few days ago; exhanging a couple words with her father before speaking to her. At least they were on good terms, she told herself. That wasn't the point, however. "I've got great news," she announced over the telephone, and she could even picture her mother with a great, big grin as she shared the news.

Antoinette let out a deep breath. It'll be all right, she reminded herself. Candace was going to arrive any time soon, she'd better make her way downstairs.

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.. oh, sorry.

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mineral-town-wanderer:

As Cliff began to accept the situation, he calmed down slightly. He hated being forced into situations unexpectedly like this. Taking deep breaths, he tried to come up with something to say, but his mouth got all dry and he stayed dead silent. He’d told Antoinette a bunch of stuff about himself he’d never told anyone else.. He’d almost told her about his past, for goodness sake’s. And now.. all of a sudden, with no time to prepare or think about what to say, here he was. And she was speaking. Okay, deep breaths, and he would say whatever came to mind.

Antoinette raised an eyebrow as she watched her penpal continue to talk, words stumbling out of his mouth at an alarming rate. Did she look scary or something? She cast a quick glance down at her outfit - nope - and looked back up at Cliff. Hmm... then again, she wasn't sure why she was so surprised either. He stuttered in the letters; he'd stutter in real life, right?

"Um.. please don't faint.. that doesn't sound very pleasant." she muttered, allowing him to continue. He'd had an eventful day at the flea market, she heard. As he continued to talk however, she noticed that his stuttering disappeared and surprisingly, he even offered her a tiny smile. "I'm glad you're taking up cooking. A friend and I tried baking a couple days ago. That didn't turn out too well, you see..."

What did she do today? Nothing, basically. "Well.. I came late. I've been busy lately, neglecting my errands." she shrugged a little. "I was going to try to buy you a pencil sharpener, but I haven't found any.. most of the stalls are closed, anyway." Antoinette frowned. If only she'd arrived earlier... how hard would it be to find a simple pencil sharpener? "And I didn't want to go home empty-handed, so here I am."

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Hey Antoinette. How're you doing?

Fine, I suppose. It's been really quiet around here lately. How have you been?

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F-Fmk Friday?

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mollygoodgolly:

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book-worm-forever:

C-come at me?

~~~ :D

FMK me harddddddd ;D

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[part two]

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear." --- H.P. Lovecraft

The door slam woke her from her nap.

“Antoinette..? I'm home, dear-”

“Oh..” she mumbled, pushing herself to a sitting position. How long had she been sleeping? “What time is it...?”

“It's seven, just like I said.” she could hear the clicking of her mother's heels against the wooden floor, approaching her slowly. “Are you ready to go? I made a reservation at this lovely new restaurant, it's gotten ravishing reviews-”

“Are you and father getting a divorce?”

Her question was abrupt and she knew her mother was caught off guard. “W-What..?”

“Mother. You didn't bother contacting either of us for years..” her voice was distant. Broken, even. “You last saw me when I was seven, and when you met my father on the train, you barely even looked at each other...”

She shook her head. “No, no.. what made you think your father and I were getting.. a divorce?”

“Did you really want me here? Or did you invite me because you wanted to tell me something?”

“Antoinette...” her voice faded, and the smile that once graced her features was long gone. “N-No, we're not divorcing... I just missed you, so much...”

“.. you left us.”

“T-That's not true, I had to-”

“To pursue your career, I know. And.. I'm glad you were successful, mother, but..” her voice trailed off. She looked up at her mother, who was clearly avoiding her gaze on purpose. “What made you think it was okay? T-To leave us just like that..?”

“I...” her mother shook her head. “I don't know..”

“I cried a lot, when I was little.” she took a step towards her, wishing that she could see her face, to know what she was thinking. “Dad said you would come back, and that you would call whenever you could... but you didn't... you never did.”

“Antoinette... I meant to.. I really did...”

Her voice cracked. “... I-I thought you didn't love me anymore..”

“N-No, never...” tears began streaming down her face. “Come here,” she whispered, holding her arms out.

And this time, Antoinette didn't hesitate before stepping into her hug. She was trying hard not to cry.

“I-I've been busy...” her mother began, her voice low and quiet. “At first, days were hard... I could b-barely make enough to get by. The people here.. in the city, they're cruel. Sometimes I-I think they feel no remorse.”

She sniffed, still in her mother's embrace. Do not cry, do not cry..

“I was so determined.. I wanted to prove them wrong... that I wasn't like any other girl. I went after my dream.. I had to, after I gave up so much.” she stopped and looked down at her daughter. “I'm sorry..”

“You could've came back... d-dad and I, we would've forgiven you.”

She shook her head again. “I was so afraid, Antoinette. This morning, when I met you at the train station, you were so cold and distant. I... I wondered if you hated me for all I did.”

“I could never hate you.” she whispered.

“I'm so glad to hear that.”

They stood there for a little longer before they released each other. “He still loves you, you know.” Antoinette mumbled afterwards, breaking the silence.

“And I still love him.” a slow smile spread across her face. “Even if we did get a divorce.. we'll never stop loving you, all right? Antoinette, you are our child, and we'll love you no matter what.”

“R-Really..?” do.. not.. cry...

“Of course... we'll always be a family.”

She burst into tears.

Her mother patted her on the back gently, waiting until her daughter would stop and gather herself together. They stood, one comforting the other, minutes passing by and not one word said.

“I'm so sorry, Antoinette.” she murmured, placing a light peck on her daughter's forehead.

“It's okay. I.. forgive you.” she replied, a genuine smile spreading across her face as she wiped the last tear away. We'll always be a family...

“Do you still want to go out for food..? I'm quite tired, to be honest.” her mother broke the silence first this time. She wasn't feeling too hungry either.

“No, I think.. I think I'll go to bed.”

“All right, then. Good night, Antoinette.”

She turned around and headed towards the stairs, but she stopped. “Wait.. I need to ask you one more thing.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do I.. make you proud?”

“Every day.” she answered with a smile, nodding her head. “Sweet dreams.”

She smiled.

“... good night, mom.”

And she retreated upstairs, a strange, warm feeling bubbling inside of her as she turned off the lights and closed her eyes... at peace.

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'cause that's what friends are supposed to do

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theshytailor:

"Okay!... Thanks!..." Before heading into the living room Candace washed the dishes and put them in the drying rack. It didn't seem fair to make Antoinette wash them when she was the one who used them.

Walking into the living room she sat down next to the coffee table and picked up the phone. She took a bite of one of Luna's cupcakes and dialed the number. She heard the ringing and waited for Luna to pick up.

"Candace! You didn't have to wash the dishes!" Antoinette cried in protest, pushing her friend away from the sink before she could finish drying them all. How did she do that so fast? "Now go, shoo, get out of the kitchen and call Luna before your thirty minutes are up!"

She watched Candace leave the kitchen and sat down in a chair, pulling out her blank notebook. Then she looked up at the clock and then down at the oven; a little over ten minutes had passed. Trying to be as neat as possible, Antoinette scribbled a letter of 'thanks' to Luna and ripped it out, planning to attach it to the final product - the cake, when it was complete. They'd need a box too, to put the cake in.. hmm..

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theshytailor:

Candace smiled and took the pan. "This is perfect!... Thank you!..." Candace slowly poured the batter into the pan being careful not to spill. As the last of the batter went in she smiled. "Since this is just sponge cake it'll take about... Thirty minutes to bake!..."

Taking the dishes to the sink she turned to Antoinette and said, "When the cake is baking could I call Luna?... If you don't mind me using the phone of course!..." ((Btw I can't change the tags on my phone ;~; sorry!))

Antoinette watched Candace place the the pan into the oven and the dirty dishes into the sink, sighing a little on the inside. I'm going to have to wash those later, aren't I? Oh well. She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, mentally noting to make sure to remember to check the cake in thirty minutes.

"Oh, that's fine.. go ahead. The phone's in the living room on the coffee table." she nodded, gesturing towards the living room. "I'll go find the icing and whatever," she offered, but not before picking up one of Luna's cupcakes and taking a bite. Hopefully the cake would taste just as good.. not like she did much to help, but hey, she tried.

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theshytailor:

  Candace giggled at Antoinette's response then nodded. "I almost forgot about that!... Can you pre-heat it for 350 degrees Fahrenheit?... I'll start separating the eggs!..."

Okay, that sounded simple enough. Antoinette strolled over and turned it on, setting it to begin pre-heating 350 degrees.

Antoinette just stared at Candace working away at the counter, cracking the eggs first and then adding sugar. Then she moved onto another bowl and added some more stuff... flour? She sat down at the table in awe, pulling out a blank book and placing it on the table, writing a quick letter to Luna while her sister continued to mix ingredients a few feet away.

"A.. pan..?" what did that look like? Er, probably something to bake a cake in.. right. She headed towards a cupboard and reached into the back for a pan, holding it out for Candace to look at. "This.. is a pan, right?" it was small, maybe enough for two people to share. "Um, we have a bigger one back here if you'd like.."

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turnipchicks:

Oh, how silly of me! My name is Mist! It’s a good thing we got properly introduced! Otherwise I would have just had to call you “that-nice-lady-who-recommended-potatoes”. Not much of a name, is it?

No... not really, I think I'd prefer Antoinette. Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mist.. I'm afraid I need to be going now, but I wish you the best of luck through your.. turnip withdrawl. I hope I'll be able to visit Trampoli soon, that'd be very nice.

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turnipchicks:

Oh, Trampoli is a very nice place! You should come visit! By then this dare will be over and I can eat turnips again! And I don’t grow them in caves, there are monsters in there. So unless Raguna buys some seeds sometime, looks like I’ll never get one… Oh well! There’s still hope yet.

Perhaps. I quite enjoy visiting new places... wait, did you just say something about monsters? A-Ah.. well then.. I don't believe we've ever introduced ourselves, how rude of me. My name is Antoinette, and you are?

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turnipchicks:

I used to live in Kardia, but now I live in Trampoli. I’m not surprised you haven’t hear of them! They take over 100 days to mature, and by then the growing season is over. They can only be grown in caves where the temperature is a spring climate all year round!

Kardia? Trampoli? I'm not much of a traveler, to be honest... but all right, sure. I can't believe you knew all of that information.. but it does sound fascinating, having to pick them out of a cave. Trampoli makes Zephyr town sound rather boring.

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turnipchicks:

No silly! That’s grouped in with ‘turnips’! No, I just loovee Emery Flowers! They’re so pretty!

You've.. you've actually had a turnip cake?! With turnips inside and.. er.. aren't turnips usually bitter? Regardless, I'm not familiar with Emery flowers, they're not native in Zepyhr town. Where did you say you came from again?