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Leaving.
She... she hates me us?
I think that maybe I hoped too hard that she would forgive me. That'll teach me. At least Alice didn't want us to leave. Not that I'm even sure that Alice knows what's happening most of the time.
Ariel is upset, and I don't know how to make him feel better. All he thinks is that I forced him to leave everyone. I wish I could ( Read more... ) -
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We got to their house ok. Now all we have to do is wait for her to wake up.
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She's back...
We're riding back from the resuce mission in the back of a truck. I'm still shaking, but at least Regan is back now. I can see her where I'm sitting, and she doesn't look all that good. I hope that she will be ok, and the she will forgive me ( Read more... ) -
Time to be calm...
We just somehow escaped being captured by some of soldiers, so while everyone is resting and getting ready to go on, I thought I'd write something to help calm me down a little.
So far it's not working.
If anyone asked me, I'd probably tell them that I'd never have to hold a gun. But here I am, holding a gun. I don't even know if I could use it - ( Read more... ) -
It's the middle of the night and I don't know what to do.
I had a dream, and I’m scared.
I watched them, and I had the strangest feeling that I was them, and somehow they were me, but not all of me. I don’t know who the men were, or where we were, but I know they were evil men. I had something they wanted and they kept asking for it, their faces getting more and more twisted as I refused to hand it over ( Read more... ) -
Questions from Alice
1. What are you made of?
Hehe, pants! That’s why I don’t need to wear them! Because I’m made of them, hehe! *beams* That - and ice-cream. Oh and carrots.
2. Where are you from?
*shrugs* Gab? Oh wait! Upstairs! Yeah!
3. Who are you?
I’m Ariel *starts to whimper a little bit, and his eyes mist over* I thought we were friends! You don’t even know who I am!
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Questions from Regan
1. So- what are those tattoos on your arm about? They're very intricate.
Tattoos? Oh right. You saw those. Well, I don’t know what they are about. I’ve had them for as long as I can remember and with them I’ve always had the overriding urge to keep them secret from everyone. Maybe I’m embarrassed about them, maybe I don’t like them, I don’t know.
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Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Regan. Where are you? I'm so sorry!
I just screw things up. -
Use the tools you have...
I'm being watched.
Well at least I think I am.
I can't sleep...
I can't even talk about it! The only person I have enough contact with spends most of his time trying to get out of his pants, or screaming about somewhere. Even then I'm usually just chasing him, and calling his name. Maybe this journal could be good for me, considering he can't read. ( Read more... ) -
Of Darkness and Horror
The darkness was almost absolute. Anyone looking would only notice a patch, seemingly floating in the middle of the room, and then only as it seemed to be even darker than the absence of light surrounding it.
The patch pulsated and split; revolving around itself to reform in some mockery of a dance. Wisps of smoke like pitch melted from it ( Read more... )