Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

( For de Carabas, who was cheating. I don't care what he says. )

I have just had a very bad practice. I hurt. Very, very much.

And... I have a mood theme. Yay.

He sits on the ground, sharpening his knife as Hunter had showed him, slowly running the blade along the whetstone. There's no sound but that of the scrape of steel. He keeps his mind blank, not wanting to think about what's happened, what's going to happen. A hunter looks after her weapons. And there is going to be a hunt. He is sure of it ( Read more... )

Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. The Angel's here.

I'm not scared. I'm bloody well furious.

I scored a hit on Hunter! Yes, she then gave me a bad cut on the face and finally more or less removed my arm, but I got her. And she said I did well. I did well.

... I think Victor fancies me. What am I going to do?

De's going off with Ali. And he didn't tell me...

Here's this thing that's going around now. I'm almost afraid to ask.

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
Reply here, then post the above line in your own journal.

Richard carries Izzy to a secluded corner of the Nexus, where hopefully there won't be too many people or things that would frighten her. He sets her down and pulls a belled ball out of his pocket, rolling it across the floor for her to chase.

Hunter actually seems pleased with me. I wonder how that happened? I didn't lose my weapon once today. An accomplishment, I think ( Read more... )

She just. Won't. LISTEN. To me.

This is insane.