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[Nov. 13th, 2009|05:03 pm] |
I realize that I'm bad enough that no one ever wants to stay around me.
I've accepted that.
I'm going down into Hell for a while. Doubt I'll be back. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|08:29 am] |
That really needs to be the last time I wake up somewhere naked. Next to a dead rabbit.
Anyone seen my shirt? |
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[Oct. 17th, 2009|06:02 am] |
SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday!!!!! |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|07:55 am] |
Ugh. Forgot about dat sort of things happen. Stupid dildoes fans tried to gets me to talk ats dem when I went at breakfastmeal today.
I'm really starting to hate de fans again.
Lulu. How ams little Sor doing in de new environs? |
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
I just had a crazed individual jump off the roof of my club yelling something about a death clock.
What. The hell. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|01:19 am] |
Oh, hey, so, uh. Our new album came out today, so that's probably why there's more murders and fires and riots and badass stuff going on than most Tuesdays. Because Tuesdays usually really fucking blow. Nothing good ever happens on a Tuesday so that's why this came out today. So when you're old, and decrepit, and pooping on yourself, you can think back and go 'hey, that one Tuesday back that one time was pretty badass'. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|12:33 am] |
I'm all... excited. I think that's what this feeling is. There's power in the metal.
It's time for a tribute. It's been too long.
We fear not our mortality.
We'll serve to the best of our ability.
We give our blood to our Masters.
We vow to smite our enemies.
Do you feel that? |
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[Aug. 11th, 2009|04:40 am] |
The former stupidest person in the entire world told me today that I'd look "so much prettier" if I "wasn't into all that Goth shit."
Remind me again why I ever bother to go outside. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
Okay, seriously, if I hear any more sex noises, I'm going to start stabbing and never stop. SHUT UP.
Also, I'm out of juice boxes. Get on that, hooded guys. Fruit punch Juicy Juice, in the boxes. Or you die. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
Klokateers:
STOP TOUCHING MY CAT. DO NOT GIVE HIM TREATS. I GIVE HIM TREATS. OR THE GIRL ME. THAT IS ALL.
Seriously though I don't know what else to complain about everything's really pretty fucking awesome. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|06:17 pm] |
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I'm going to throw a party.
If you think you can handle it, then you're more than welcome to join me. I should assure you it's not for the faint of heart.
Do let me know if you think you can though, I'm curious who actually has balls in this place. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2009|03:00 pm] |
Why is a fuck there be a stormswind at a shootings range? Buübsjob weather, who's a fuck need at it anyway? |
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|07:19 am] |
It's too damn slow around here.
I don't even want to go hunting. Never thought this would happen, but. I think I'm... I think I'm bored.
What the hell. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|09:18 pm] |
I'm going to go get into a fight. It's about time.
Anyone want their ass kicked? |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:55 am] |
These zombie outbreaks are getting... What's that word? Clich... Cl... Overplayed. Whatever. Give me something that puts up a fight for fuck's sake.
This is disgustingly easy. |
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[May. 19th, 2009|04:13 am] |
359, would you like to go get ice cream? |
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[May. 12th, 2009|02:34 pm] |
Work's done for the day.
Now, what the fuck is going on this time? I've been out of the loop but from the snippets I can read on here I'm thinking it has something to do with my friend, and I swear to whatever powers exist, if you fucked with Sadako you're about to have a real bad day.
...Christ, this entire place is so goddamned ridiculous. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2009|04:21 am] |
YeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEE!!!
That was fun, let's do it again!
Master? Hey master, hey where'd you go?
I'm all SQUISHY! And biiiig.
Oooooh, you have shinies. Wanna be friends? MY WORDS IS GOIN' ON THE INTARNETS! Neat.
(ooc: He's surrounded by about fifty pissed-off Klokateers pointing swords at his face.) |
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|01:23 pm] |
For the record, this place sucks too. Not the house I'm in, but the whole universe. It's not special.
So, who the hell are all the people who live or might show up at this castle place where I'm living? So I know who not to destroy. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|11:56 am] |
I'm stronger again. And fast. Many times what I was when I was a werewolf. It feels so good.
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[Mar. 23rd, 2009|07:54 pm] |
They got me. Umm.. help. Using guard's phone. Not much time, can only control this one before another one notices and makes it worse. I'm in London... I think. Just look for broken windows. And maybe news reports of people that jumped out of them, or maybe a couple unexplained traffic accidents.
I might not get a chance to answer, but in case I can't, I'm going to get to the point. Please find a way to get me away from here, and if you feel like it, take some of them out along the way. I don't ask for help often. Actually, it never happens. They know they can't kill me.. but this feels so much worse. I swear, these fanatical bastards are gonna pay for this somehow. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2009|03:58 am] |
I find the circumstances of my arrival here to be very questionable. I suppose the reasoning behind it is the biggest mystery, though the method appears very bizarre in itself. I'm not discrediting the power of a tornado, but taking me to what appears to be a different world all together? It seems highly unlikely and illogical. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I've gone...mad. I've seen inmates making less irrational claims and still be labeled "psychotic". I believe the events that have transpired require further investigation in order to come to a conclusion on the matter. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2009|03:03 pm] |
I am experiencing certain side effects of this human form. Or perhaps this is from devouring that first man's mind so utterly. This does not please me.
However, these chocolate candies are delicious. I cannot seem to be overly wrathful while eating them. I would be greatly displeased at humans inventing a weapon capable of pacifying me...but they are too delicious. Human food, on the whole, seems to be the greatest of their inventions. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|09:42 pm] |
Mmm, I feel much better. Who missed me? |
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|11:32 am] |
Haven't needed a smoke or a snort since I got back. I can't believe it took me that long to realize that. I want, but I don't need. And want is so much easier to deny.
I was about to start carving myself up the other night. I remember every scar by heart, I could have replicated my old self easy. I stopped. Most of those scars were earned, and it doesn't feel right to redo them. But my body is still too... Untainted. Getting rebranded today started me thinking. Finally I know what I want, but I don't know how to go about it. Get a tattoo, or scarification? The tattoo won't be enough to satisfy my pain needs, but they come in colors. Of course, an elaborate tat is just going to get cut up eventually, this is why I've never bothered to get one before. A scar design can get diced and just look like random old wounds after a time.
Thoughts from the body-modified in the audience? |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2009|02:27 pm] |
Sleep, madness, death, alive!
But it's not Thursday. Oh. The note. DVD. Drive someone else to death. For the phoenix.
Canvas. The canvas is blank again. Fuck. ?
((OOC: Pardon her for a few minutes as she re-adjusts to being living and having a new, scar-free body.)) |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
Notebook, pen, video camera: check. Don't know if any of that will be useful, since I'm going to be asleep. But it occurred to me that I'm probably not going to remember this after it's over, so I had to try.
Exciting. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|01:24 am] |
Three of my masters are gone.
Fuck. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2009|09:35 pm] |
I have just realized that it's been nigh on a year since I arrived here. Eleven months, but close enough for the counting of it.
I don't know whether or not to consider it odd that I haven't yet missed home. Though I suppose that's because Bill was here already when I arrived and that's enough to make anyplace home, really.
How about the rest of you? How long've you been here? |
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
Oh dear, that was uncomfortable.
...I've no idea how I managed to land upright. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|05:28 pm] |
So weird.
New guy...looks like me. Like...twins.
I mean, yeah. I know it happens, here. I've seen other people who look like other people. But this time it's me. And...that's just weird.
How do you deal with that craziness? |
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|03:13 pm] |
I had forgotten just how much I hate Perpetuity clauses.
I was so certain that I was done with this. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|08:26 am] |
I hate sleeping, if only for the dreams. I was in the main room at Mordhaus, and all the masters were there. Somehow, a crazed fan got in and tried to kill one of them. I pinned him down, tied him up. He started babbling something psychotic. I looked in his eyes and recognized... something, in them. He wasn't going to stop until he'd killed someone. So I slit his throat. He started to bleed but it wasn't enough, and my daggers went in his thighs and my razors split his skin and he bled and bled but it wasn't enough. He wouldn't die. So I took the smallest razor I had and, working at the cut I'd already made, started to saw his head off. But it was a fake, not even his real head. And the blood kept coming, but now some of it was stage blood, and I was angry because I'd have to clean up after this bastard and he wouldn't fucking die.
Then all my masters left, nonchalant as can be, and I was alone with this freak that I couldn't kill.
Take a shot at interpreting that if you want. Though, I'm pretty sure I already know.
...Last week was certainly dream-like. A fuzzy, grainy dream of a hideous mirror into the past. I never want to see or be that again. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
That was a uh, terrible dream. Which I don't remember.
At all. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|05:07 pm] |
Charlie, Pickles, Robyn - How are you guys doing? If you need anything, just let a Klokateer know. I'm out of here for a while.
Lulu - How's the kid?
Cass and Soren - Try not to overexert yourselves. Idiots.
Okasan - Thanks for helping me in this. It's ridiculous.
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[Jan. 18th, 2009|01:54 am] |
What the fuck is all this goth shit?
Where's Rockzo?
Where's the coke?
Shit. |
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[Jan. 7th, 2009|09:40 am] |
This kid did what I did. If he's still alive, he's around my age now.
Unless his parents really did kill him.
I don't know why, but this interests me. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|01:04 am] |
I spent the holiday season recycling and feeding the homeless! Really, everyone should be charitable in their way. |
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