[forced-public]

[idontgethurt]

I was just beaten up by a gang of 12 year olds thanks to this curse.

I'm starving.

I don't want to write this it's making me write this. I am going to kill something. [jrkle;ajrlea ALL the rage.

and he can't kill something :D thanks to the curse. watch out small animals.]

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[descendent]

[Elena hasn't seen this entry. Despite her life-is-great schpiel, she'd be worried if she had.

She is at the No Name, currently playing pool. She is making her final shot--the eight ball into the corner pocket, and she's got an audience, cheering her on as she prepares herself for it.

Hi, Damon. :D]

[idontgethurt]

[Damon heads into his (now it's his) club. He does not heal so he's still bruised and bleeding from the kids who beat him up. They were probably older than 12, but he called them all 12 year olds. It's not like people don't cheer for lots of things in the club.

However... he is not expecting to see Elena there, shooting pool and having an audience cheer for her.

Okay, this he has to watch despite the rage and the anger. This is... different enough that he's very curious despite starving and being all beaten up.

He walks up behind her like a creeper.] Nice shot.

[descendent]

[Wooh! She lands the shot and the cheering increases. She does a little dance in place and hi-fives a girl from class as another round is ordered.

Ah, Damon.

If Elena is familiar with anything about him, it's his propensity for a lack of personal space. She takes it in stride now, carefree brave little toaster that she is, turning to smirk at him. It falls a little into a frown.] Thanks, I-- Nice eye.

... What happened to you?

[idontgethurt]

[Okay, the dancing makes him smirk a little more. This is definitely a side of Elena that he has only really seen a small handful of times.

Like twice. She looks happy and carefree so she has to be drunk right?

It's his only explanation because that is sadly the only time that Damon has ever seen happy!Elena. Oh, Elena. ;;

Damon looks down at her, smirking a little.] Thanks. [Ah, sarcasm.

Quell the rage. Someone brings him a drink that helps.] Ran into an angry gang of twelve year olds. They didn't like me.

[enjoythe_ride]

[Bela is looking at this entry and she is VERY worried]

You can't eat?

[idontgethurt]

[BAW Bela. Damon is not used to being worried about, and he... is starving. >:|]

No.

Not unless there's something I haven't tried eating yet. I can't eat. I can't be violent. I can't lie. I can't stop writing things down that I don't want to write down.

I can't heal.

[enjoythe_ride]

Have you tried deviating from your routine at all? You said you can't be violent -- is there a means of getting food that doesn't require that?

[idontgethurt]

I've tried the nonviolent way too. It's usually how I eat lately.

Playing good

I guess I could try the old Stefan diet.