Okay, I don't even want to know what the shit's going on, but somehow, between the time it took for me to pass out for a few weeks and really wake the fuck up again the whole Red's gone fuckin' under siege. Shit, what is this?
P R I V A T E;
We can't even shop out there? Seriously? Dude, I went down to the market to get food, had to fuckin' go in the back. Everybody's trying to fake like they're dead or some shit and I can't walk around dressed like Nonipara or anything. That's how fucking afraid everybody is to get noticed - it's starting to affect me. I don't even know. Shit man. It's like I went to sleep and woke up in a motherfuckin' warzone. We're all playin' it pretty quiet, but Dei and I live way too close to the gates, and I swear to God those fuckers've got heat scouters or something. Either way, he's been in the basement since Godknowswhen cookin' up Godknowswhat and I've just been trying to keep things the fuck together. I get outside as much as I can, but what're you gunna do? You get caught, you get shot, or dragged off. End of that story. End of quite a few people, thus far, too, people I knew.
Everybody's scared, and if they aren't scared they're pissed; it's not even the guard or anything, I'm scared of us. I know what these fuckers can do. I guess I just didn't realize how many people died. I guess house arrest doesn't sit too bad against death. (Was he worried about me...?) I'm just- I'm worried. I'm really worried. I'm worried about what's happening. Like I said, we're working to keep the streets as dead as possible so that we can't get ambushed or shanked in the back. But now they've finally got what they wanted. They've finally got the air cleared of all the pissants and the wannabes, all the total losers who never belonged here to begun with. The real Beauties have got the air all to themselves, and I'm really worried about what they're gunna do with it.
I mean if the Aka-... If Dei's clique is anything to go by, they're pretty territorial people.
I haven't heard anything out of Itachi or Tayuya lately.
(I'm really worried.)
/ P R I V A T E;
It feels like I'm on the inside of a washing machine or something. Everything's just coming at me and around me in a crazy tumult. It's fuckin' crazy. I don't think anybody really knows exactly what's going on - it's getting really hard to sit still. It's crazy, I just want to thrash around until something loosens.
Proverbially speaking, of course.
A N K O / K A N K U R O U;
Hey, you guys okay?
G A A R A;
Hey, stay inside man.
I know they drive you nuts, but seriously.
I don't want you out and about right now.
T A Y U Y A / B I T C H C A K E S;
Say something if you get this.
B A B Y;
He says this is the last bag of groceries we could be getting for a while, so I got fruit.
Don't waste it dattebayo.
Shit.
What the hell are they thinking?