Carnaval de la Lumière

I've been looking at this book for weeks now, and I've heard the scuttlebutt on what they are, what they do. I haven't felt like writing, or felt I had anything I would want to commit to the finality of paper, or even, anything that anyone would want to read. I have a feeling if I continue to write in this thing, it will become some sort of depressing catharsis for all that is bottled up inside of me. The strangeness of this place, of the people and (etc) that are here falls on me like a light rain. I don't understand why I am so accepting of this, perhaps it's because I was raised on horror movies, science fiction, and special effects most of my life. Perhaps I have always believed, or hoped that something more interesting than humans existed so we could have a barometer to judge our own humanity, and intelligence by. I am certain we are still coming in second in a race of two. Blah, blah, blah. What do I want? Eyeliner and some black nail polish. Hey, I'm a Gypsy, I can get away with being strange and flamboyant, right?
--JW

Great. There are people with pitch forks and torches here too. Does this happen often?

Well, there's nothing like an angry mob to make a girl feel special.

There’s something about being chased out of town by an angry mob that makes you a little introspective. I’m sorry if I was a bitch about you winning my money. You were right. You won it fair and square. It’s easier to say this in a note because I’m not sure if you’d listen were I to say it to your face. This is me apologizing and eating humble pie or whatever. Also, I don’t intend to take the trailer away from you. I’ve been a little crazy with greed as of late.
-Henley

Dear higher power, whoever you might be,
Give me the strength to deal with people who take my money. Seriously. I should have tacked a 'no magicians allowed' onto that invitation last night. It's not crazy to want a little extra money, right? Money means security. I mean, there's no rent here or anything, but

Anyone have any card games going on?

Am I doing this right?

I suck at writing, not sure if this will work out for me or not.

So who all can actually read this, then?

And are we going to be told how these things work or is that another little mysterious fucking mystery that only the management is privy to?

Please disregard the previous journal entry. It was not written by me, but rather someone with an astoundingly juvenile mind. It is also precisely not what these journals were intended for. It does, however, highlight the importance of keeping your journal close.

Carl Sinclair

So I hear that
I guess there are some
Is anyone here from the Las Vegas area?

(OOC: Backdated to Friday and cut OOCly for length.)

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Street littered with diamonds
Everyones glistening
This whole world shine so brightly
And I can't see a thing