Hm. I don't recall putting this journal in my glove box, but I suppose that's a moot point, considering that I don't remember much of anything at all. The only evidence I have that this is my glove box at all is that my recollection begins in the driver's seat of this car. I doubt it's stolen, but there doesn't seem to be any proof one way or the
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(( OOC: Rosette has spotted you. This girl regularly flattens cars or gets into situations where they are flattened frequently in her canon.
I suggest you DRIVE. DRIVE AWAY AS FAST AS YOU CAN! ))
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Ah, yes, it is quite nice, isn't it? Excuse me, miss, but would you happen to know where we are?
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But I have to know: HOW DID YOU GET THIS CAR HERE? *__* *clings to the hood*
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I was just noticing. Don't you think it might be fun to jump to some more conclusions, though? You're not being fully objective, even if you're being reasonable, so why do it halfway?
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just...
stupid!
Why can't I understand anything that goes on here, stupid stupid stupid!
[She aims a kick in frustration at the tire of the car.]
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Miles, huh... That sounds familiar.)
You're very calm about appearing in a middle of a forest in an expensive-looking car.
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(I've only begun talking to him and he's already out-cooling me!)
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Nice car!
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