Ow... Shit, shit... More earthquakes... The topmost floors collapsed. I fell... I think I landed on someone but I can't see, it's dark, I-- Flashlight, flashlight... Not working. Figures. I think it's a man, though.

Ugh. I can barely move. Hey, are you okay?

Okay, so, uh, this is a post for the people living in Marshall, mostly ( Read more... )

Hey... Dad?

You remember those silly pieces of paper taped to pencils that I gave you when I was small, the "Father's Day coupons" that said I'd do whatever you wanted or... or chores or... whatever?

I wasn't... expecting that. I've never been in an earthquake before. ...And I'd rather not be in one again.

Are the aftershocks over yet? Or am I speaking too soon?

Second time.

My school had a masquerade dance once, but I can't exactly recycle outfits now. ...I hate not having a subway straight to the mall. I can't really sew myself something, either. Maybe I should ask that one guy to help me out with an outfit, after all.

...Dad, you have to go, too.

...Hey. Should birthdays work this way?

Thanks again, Cybil, for taking care of me.

It's weird, but lately I've been in a really good mood. ...Almost like when I first came and found him. Maybe it's because I reread that conversation we had.

Sometimes I feel... grateful to this place. ...But if I end up getting sent home, I'll just miss him even more.

I'll keep the notebook close. If ( Read more... )

It's amazing how one thing can change everything.

Owowowowwww.

Hey, what's more important, posting messages in this thing or helping out!?

Fine, I get it.

[Dear Heather,
BZZZZZZZT
Love, Renee]

The amount of people suddenly dying or disappearing is starting to worry me. And I bet those guys are somehow behind it.

Or should I be more worried about the people that are still coming here than about the ones that leave it? They keep... getting bored and letting some go and then they find someone else they want to watch play this sick game.

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