Kenny looks out of the corner of his eye suspiciously at Ace. He flips open his laptop and begins typing.So. A lot has happened since I wrote last, a lot. I found out how to sleep without those fucking pills, which is increditastic. Yes, awesome enough for a new word. But what's even more awesome is the fact that I don't need sleep. Sleep is ( Read more... )

Kenny nervously enters his room, tiptoeing in so as not to wake Ace. Immediately he pulls off his t-shirt and replaces it with a hoodie to somewhat cover the fresh hickey on his neck. Pulling out his laptop, he begins to type furiously.There's a new kid here at Hyde. And I really shouldn't say that because I've been here less than three weeks. So, ( Read more... )

Kenny enters the room with a sullen look on his face; Ace's bed is empty, so no doubt he's out wandering around somewhere. Kenny just shakes his head and lays across his bed for a moment before pulling out his laptop and opening the journal client. After several false starts, he begins typing.It seems like a million things have happened since I ( Read more... )

Kenny is very clearly agitated. He fumbles with a cigarette, lighting it and inhaling deeply. His exhale is shaky, like his movements. The laptop sits open on his bed and he is staring it down. Finally, he sits and begins to type, cigarette clamped firmly in between his teeth.I spoke yesterday to Dr. Allman, sorry, Quinn, I guess that's what he ( Read more... )

Kenny paces his room. The length of the floor becomes nothing more than three paces, pivot, repeat. His hands feel clammy on his arms. Ace is nowhere to be seen in the room. Finally he pulls out the laptop, and opens the journal client. The cursor blinks, waiting for him to begin typing.I can't stay here. I can't. This place is creepy and sanitized ( Read more... )

Kenny can barely keep the smile off of his face as he logs into his journal client. The blinds are pulled open wide and he's enjoying the look of outside, even if he can't be out there.

Holy fuck. Fuck me. I can't believe it.

Ace is my fucking roommate. Ace! From fucking high school. God, he hasn't changed at all. His hair is so fucking soft. I ( Read more... )

Kenny fidgets on his bed for a few moments before opening the journal client. He's got something rather pressing on his mind at the moment and he doesn't really know what to do.So, my Thanksgiving and subsequent weekend were shitty. Thanks for asking. I really dislike this holiday, not because it's a farce, which it is, and not because it involves ( Read more... )

Kenny wanders into his room, looking a little lost. The disoriented feeling he's had here over the past few days has multiplied today. He sits down in front of his laptop, legs crossed. Opening the journal client, he begins to type.Happy Thanksgiving ( Read more... )