( This is a bad idea. )

(( ooc: friends list is currently Akihiko, Mitsuru, Naoto, and Minato. lock is easily hackable to just about anyone. ))

So. Yeah.

The whole virus thing?

Someone's working on getting rid of them, right?

[Locked to Mitsuru specifically - Easily Hackable]

I'm sorry.

But I know. I aint going to mention it again.

[/Locked]

They worried always about the trains being on time, but Shinjiro thought it wasn't a realistic way of viewing the world. People fit things to schedules, but people themselves were unpredictable. Machinery wore, became old. It rained, the sun would bake the lines, or the frost would cause metal to tighten. There were too many forces in the world ( Read more... )

Stupid fucking Welshmen.

Not going back to the library today. Probably not gonna be back until tomorrow.

There are things I gotta do today.

... Nope. Thought about it. Still bugs the shit outta me.

Knew the whole thing was a bad idea.

And, yes, I'm using this like a goddamn journal, because it is one. So what if space aliens or whatever are gonna end up reading it? Actually, that's pretty damn funny. They all get to hear me complain when it rains like a bitch.

An early Tuesday afternoon in October meant that it was just slightly chilly, the leaves were just beginning to turn, and that Shinjiro was relatively alone as he waited outside the library. He leaned against the wall away from the door, and the few people who moved in and out gave him plenty of space. Dirty clothes, sullen face, a kid his age not ( Read more... )