LSN~Season 1, Episode 6 & 6 Month Blogiversary

*THROWS CONFETTI AND SCREAMS*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys it's our six month Blogiversary (sorry, I had no idea how to spell that)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If someone had told me that we were going to have nearly 9000 views and 46 followers on our six month mark, I don't think I would have believed them. I know that these aren't the biggest milestones ever, but for us they're a huge deal.

THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING THIS BLOG SUCH A SUCCESS!! YOU ALL ARE THE REASON WE HAVE DONE SO WELL!!! 

I honestly don't even remember July very well. I know our first post was a welcome post, and then I believe I did this post about Camp Doll Diaries:

All I can say is I do believe my photography has come a long way. :)

I also know our first comment was from Hannah from AGDTime, and that Maddie, Cassie, Dollympics547, and Zoe were a couple of our first followers. Thanks guys. :)

We are so grateful for all your support, because it really has brought us all this way. I don't know how long exactly we will be operating this blog, but I know it will at least be for the next few years. Without you, it probably would have already crashed and burned. :) Without all of you, we probably wouldn't have come up with LSN and RP, and probably would still be taking rather amateur photos. So for those reasons, THANK YOU!! You are all such inspirations to us, and we are infinitely grateful. 

Anyway, that was my huge thank you. Maybe as a thank you sort of thing we'll redesign the blog or somethin'. Would you all rather have a single picture as the header, or a collage? The collage would probably end up being like the background.:) Anyway, here is LSN, and sorry about the blurriness of some of the photos, apparently my room was too dark for photo taking. :) Also, this part is rather short, but it helps explain where all of the characters are.

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From Coralee's POV

 I sit reading my book quietly.

 I hear a young girl clear her throat, look up, and see my maid Marianne standing expectantly in front of me. 

"What is it Marianne? Don't you see I'm busy?" 

 "Yes, m'am, I do see that, but m'am, she's awake."

 I smile, stand up and set my book down on the chair. I say, "Good, it's about time."

 I turn around and find that Marianne is still looking at me, her hands clasped behind her back. I look her up and down, and see that her uniform is missing something. Her hair is also a mess, as if our guest had been giving her a hard time. "Marianne, I expect you to wear tights. You know that. If you aren't wearing some tomorrow, you may have to begin looking for a new place of employment."
She nods solemnly and turns on her heel.

 She leads me down the hall towards the girl's room.

 When we reach the room, Marianne moves off to the side, and I gaze at the girl in the bed.

 She is tied to the headboard, her wrists appearing chaffed and sore. Her clothing and face are filthy, and she looks at me with hatred through half closed eyes.

 I walk closer and rest my hand on the foot board. "Well, our little ray of sunshine has finally awoken," I sneer.

 The girl coughs weakly and says, "Don't you ever talk to me like that."

 "Well, that's quite a rude way to treat your caretaker."
The girl laughs harshly and says, "As if, you're a captor and a bully. This is the first time I've seen you in the months I've been here."
This time it's my turn to laugh. I chuckle lightly and say, "Well, you're quite a firecracker aren't you? The thing is Aurelie, you've been unconscious nearly the entire time you've been here. How am I supposed to talk to you then? Hmm?" She doesn't respond so I keep talking. "Anyway, you're good bait so did you really think I would let you go? No. Of course not. I need her here, and I know she would do anything for you. You're the perfect lure for her." I laugh, getting ready to leave her with Marianne again.

 "You should know you won't get away with this Coralee, because you won't, even if you believe you will."

"Bien, ma cherie, ce est là que vous avez tort." I allow a sinister grin to pass over my face. "I already have gotten away with it."

I turn on my heel, leaving the stubborn girl alone with Marianne, and hoping that my bait will work. 

La Dictionaire Francais:

Bien, ma cherie, ce est là que vous avez tort: Well, my dear, that's where you are wrong.

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Le Soir Noir~Season 1, Episode 5

YAY, I'M SO EXCITED!! I finally took photos for this after neglecting it for a month!! We have a lot of snow outside, which I thought would make it harder to film this, but it turns out that the snow may help me with a twist in the story. S:) Anyway children, enjoy this immensely.

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From Bernadette's POV

 "Stop right there," I say, seeing the auburn haired girl in the red cloak. I know that it must be our mysterious patient.

"Honey, you need to stay here. We're here to help, none of us will hurt you."

The girl stops and turns slightly, so that I can just see the corner of one emerald green eye.
"How do I know you won't hurt me? How can you prove it?"

 I think for a moment and say, "Well, we are all health professionals who are here to help you. We want nothing more than to assure that you are healthy before we can let you go. S'il vous plait, cherie, nous voulons aider vous!"

 "Je suis desole, but I can't trust anyone right now, I have to find her, or she's doomed."

 "Hun, we don't know who 'she' is. We need you to tell us, along with your own name."

 However, the girl darts around the corner, leaving me alone and feeling rather exasperated.

 "Please, don't run. We need to talk to you!"
I follow her around the corner.

 She opens the door and rushes out into the cool morning.

 I follow in close pursuit, barely catching the door as she attempts to slam it behind her.

 When she emerges from the hospital, she seems disoriented by either the landscape or the weather; I can't tell which.

 However, it doesn't stop her for long, she begins to sprint, cape billowing out behind her, away from the hospital.

 "Wait!! I'm not joking, we really can help you," I yell. "You just have to give us that opportunity."

 The girl hadn't made it far, but she still takes a few steps closer to me and says, "I'm tired of counting on other people. I've done it my entire life, and I can't do it anymore because they always let me down, no matter what. I am the only one who can save Aurelie. It's my fault she's gone, so I am the only one who can get her back."

 She turns and sprints away, not looking back once.

 I sigh and murmur to myself, "Maybe Josette can get through to her. I need to have her find her."

Shivering from the cold, I turn and walk straight into the hospital, immediately beginning to think about what to do next.
La Dictionaire Francais:
S'il vous plait, cherie, nous voulons aider vous:  Please, honey, we want to help you
Je suis desole: I'm sorry
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What do you guys think? Do you have any predictions as to who Aurelie is?

I already took the pictures for E.6 (I'm being legit this time, I really did), so I'm going to type that up and schedule it to post tomorrow!
See you all tomorrow my lovelies!

Le Soir Noir~Season 1, Part 4

'Ello everyone! So, strangely, we have had ZERO snow this month, so the yard is bare. For us, it's really hard to get into the Christmas spirit right now, but hopefully it will snow soon-ish. Yes, I do dislike snow, but I feel like December is just one of those months in which you need snow. So...a lack of snow means more Le Soir Noir!! I have *most* of the pictures taken up until the finale (part eight), so I will try to schedule them to post every Friday....Also, we recently met a small business owner who makes furniture for dolls. She would really like it if we made some of their patterns and showed them to you all, so as soon as Christmas break starts, we will start working on a few of the projects. If you would like to visit their site before we do the post, you can do so *here* Oh, and sorry that some of these pics are blurry, my room was kind of dark. 

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From Corinne's POV

 I walk down the hallway quickly, hoping that no one was following me.

 I reach the corner, and turn right, seeing a doorway ahead.

 I peer in through the doorway and see a room. I scan the furniture and see that the room does contain a vanity.

 I look at the bunk bed on the side. For a moment, I am confused, for I thought this was a coat room. They must have run out of rooms for patients.

 I see a young girl, probably no more than eight years old, laying on the bottom bunk. Her chest rises and falls slowly, and she takes weak, wheezing breaths. "Je suis desole, jeune fille," I say. She reminds me of sweet little Aurelie.

 I step quietly into the room, hoping that she won't mind if I use her vanity.

 The vanity is identical to the one in my hospital room.

 I pick up the delicate pitcher, pouring some of the slightly cloudy water into the bowl.

 I wet the embroidered towel. and bring it to my face, dabbing away the excess dirt and powder that had been coating it.

 I pull the elastic out of my hair, tugging gently.

 My hair comes loose, and I look in the mirror, finding that my hair is very tangled.

 I brush it quickly, loosening the snarls and pulling the hair up.

 I quickly twist the hair up into a bun, and pin it in place.

 I step away from the vanity, still hoping that no one will catch me, when I hear a small whisper.

 "What are you doing in here? This is my roo-" The girl stops talking abruptly, beginning to snore just the tiniest bit.

 "Zut, that was too close," I whisper.

 I pull a cloak and white dress off the rack, and put the dress on.

 I don't bother to take off the thin slip, and I pick up the lush velvet cloak. I'm not really sure whose clothes these are, but they seem fairly nice. I make a silent oath to return them as soon as I can go home. Briefly, I wonder why I will need a cloak, but I'm in a hurry so I ignore that thought, slipping the cloak on and tying the ribbons.

I step out of the young girl's room, praying for her with every step, when I hear, "Stop right there."
~To be continued~
La Dictionaire de Francais:
Je suis desole, jeune fille: I am sorry, young girl.
Zut: The English equivalent of dang it