Post by windra on Jul 9, 2008 11:05:04 GMT -5
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"Journal writing is a voyage to the interior." -- Christina Baldwin
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07.08.2008
Diary¦ Yeesh, what time is it? About 2:00 in the morning or something? Nah wait, that clock says 3:30. Whoooo, we're NIGHT OWLS.
Anyways, in case you haven't noticed ... well, you haven't, since I haven't told you and you're not exactly capable of reading minds unless they're spilled out to you ... my name's Hectate. Or so they call me ... or so I've declared myself here in this foreign place. Too many unwanted ears listening in places you wouldn't think of. I realize that sounds a bit paranoid, but if you knew half the crap I've gone through in recent years, you'd understand too.
I recently arrived in this Lab Town without a name. It's on the fringed of Cheyenne country, surrounded by forest and, outlying that area, ocean. I've been to the sea. Was ferried across it, actually, because I'm not about to swim through shark-infested waters to get here. The fishermen were kind enough. One got touchy-feely. I threw him overboard.
I'm gonna keep this relatively short and sweet because I just got into town and curiosity is quick to overtake my mind. This place is small and looks kind of decent. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Quaint and comfortable, like the old Forest Village ...
Oh hey, it's Windra!
Ahem ... sorry. Just spotted a friend. She's not the only familiar face thus far. Scarlet was my first encounter in this place. She arrived only a few minutes prior to myself, and promptly glomped the shit out of me at our reunion. Everything is sore now. She's like a damn bear.
I'll be recording everything between the two of us in this one book. Scar's not exactly capable of writing anything. She can't see too well, and staring at a page full of words would be like shoving mesh in front of her face. How can she compose an entry when she can't realize what's she's jotting down?
That aside, Windra's definitely here. I'm gonna pop over to meet her. Scarlet's coming with, of course. She's already practically peeing herself.
Maybe we'll hit up the Patch of Grass afterwards. Seems interesting ... I'd like to take a look around.
Hectate, out!
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"Journal writing is a voyage to the interior." -- Christina Baldwin
-
07.08.2008
Diary¦ Yeesh, what time is it? About 2:00 in the morning or something? Nah wait, that clock says 3:30. Whoooo, we're NIGHT OWLS.
Anyways, in case you haven't noticed ... well, you haven't, since I haven't told you and you're not exactly capable of reading minds unless they're spilled out to you ... my name's Hectate. Or so they call me ... or so I've declared myself here in this foreign place. Too many unwanted ears listening in places you wouldn't think of. I realize that sounds a bit paranoid, but if you knew half the crap I've gone through in recent years, you'd understand too.
I recently arrived in this Lab Town without a name. It's on the fringed of Cheyenne country, surrounded by forest and, outlying that area, ocean. I've been to the sea. Was ferried across it, actually, because I'm not about to swim through shark-infested waters to get here. The fishermen were kind enough. One got touchy-feely. I threw him overboard.
I'm gonna keep this relatively short and sweet because I just got into town and curiosity is quick to overtake my mind. This place is small and looks kind of decent. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Quaint and comfortable, like the old Forest Village ...
Oh hey, it's Windra!
Ahem ... sorry. Just spotted a friend. She's not the only familiar face thus far. Scarlet was my first encounter in this place. She arrived only a few minutes prior to myself, and promptly glomped the shit out of me at our reunion. Everything is sore now. She's like a damn bear.
I'll be recording everything between the two of us in this one book. Scar's not exactly capable of writing anything. She can't see too well, and staring at a page full of words would be like shoving mesh in front of her face. How can she compose an entry when she can't realize what's she's jotting down?
That aside, Windra's definitely here. I'm gonna pop over to meet her. Scarlet's coming with, of course. She's already practically peeing herself.
Maybe we'll hit up the Patch of Grass afterwards. Seems interesting ... I'd like to take a look around.
Hectate, out!
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