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[28 May 2013|12:49am] |
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Why am I even
Ever done therapy before?
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Always a pleasure to come home to someone having smashed in the window of my car.
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[28 May 2013|10:18am] |
It only makes sense that the first thing a newly arrived man should do is to introduce himself to everyone. Obviously, that's not what I did. After the re-orientation, I was occupied by arranging for accommodations and getting lost in Landvik. And when I thought I could finally sit down and make this entry, I decided to go to Tromsø. Before I knew it, two months have gone and this introduction is long overdue.
So now I'm getting right on it. Hello, everyone. To those of you I haven't yet met, my name is Robert Baker. I'm the new researcher for the Witchcraft Crimes Unit although I am by no means green in this job. I completed my training back in London, England being my home country, and only decided to pursue the rest of my career here in Landvik.
That's pretty much the long and short of this. If there's anything at all I can do to help you, please don't hesitate to e-mail me at robert.baker@landvik.no or ring me at +47XXXXXXXX. I also highly encourage touristy suggestions. Hopefully ones that don't require knowing the language as I haven't gone beyond "Jeg snakker ikke norsk" yet.
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[28 May 2013|08:14pm] |
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What is with this place? Have I in the last couple of years become a magnet for people related to people from my illustrious past? Ha, illustrious. Too bad they're all too dead to spread my glory. Except for a few cretins. Damn it. It figures that suddenly everyone shows up and I'm on an Academy campus surrounded by people who know djinn and could probably arrest me at any turn. Maybe Kieran would cry and they'd let me go for her. [...] Ugh. Anyway. The Abendroth chick wasn't a big deal. I don't even know if I remember which ancestor of hers-- or I just can't be bothered to remember. The Kálmán girl, though. She doesn't have a clue. Probably doesn't even know how they died at all. Big eyes and a soft face and I can't decide if I want to tell her and count her tears or merely talk to her and enjoy my little secret. And then there's Baker. A common enough last name, but -- I can't help but suspect. A bell rang inside of me at his name. It's a wonder I haven't been turned in and slapped away in a bottle of a more permanent kind, with all these people floating around. I suppose there's no proof, and Kieran would vouch for me. The human ability to block out one's own memory is a fascinating and entirely useful one. Useful for me, that is.
Liam, however. Liam needs to be taken care of. As does Barclays, wherever she is. Maybe I could make it look like they killed each other. I would have to wrangle permission out of Kieran much more subtly than let me go murder two of my former owners, though. Ugh. Owners. Masters. They come in all sorts of packages and flavors from cruel and powerful to pathetic and little but they're all the same, without thought or care as to whether or not we want to be under their thumbs, regardless of how kindly they might treat us. No one ever thinks to enslave a FUCKING ANGEL.
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I'm pretty sure we're all supposed to be on the same side here, so if your particular amulet is one that is going to start burning my skin when you get close to me, I would really appreciate a heads-up, thanks.
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[28 May 2013|08:18pm] |
Some people complained about my last post. What I said was just important as anything else you all have been saying. Or maybe I should talk about my work. But, NO! NOT GONNA DO IT! I deal with missing people, missing children to be exact, and that's just depressing. So, I wanna have fun here.
So, what should I talk about? Let me know! I'm an open book!
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[28 May 2013|09:05pm] |
It's been awhile since I've said anything. It's probably because I haven't had much to say. I've been studying up on Angels, and that has kept me busy. I have not lost my passion for the species, so that's good. Other than that I'm considered officially healed from the events in April that I still have nightmares about. Yesterday, I had my cast removed. It feels weird without it. I was given a list of exercises to do to help, so I have to remember to do them.
I'm worried about my brother, but I guess I shouldn't be. He can take care of himself. I just hope he won't go completely silent again. I do wish he would have gone home. Or let Lachlan see his sister. If the roles were reversed, I would have wanted to see my brother at least once.
This post has been a lot about nothing, but now I have a purpose. I've never really had to cook, and right now I'm living off of pre-made meals, which frankly aren't that great. And I'm getting sick of eating the same meals over and over again. And I think I've gained some weight. If someone has the time to teach me a few dishes to break up the food monotony, I would greatly appreciate it. I will be happy to do something for you.
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[28 May 2013|10:56pm] |
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In case anyone was wondering; which I doubt you were; the weirdest thing about getting a broken jaw unwired is getting used to chewing and speaking again. The doctor gave me some exercise to do to help make my jaw feel less tight, but I feel really silly doing them. I apologize to anyone in Forensics who thought I was making faces when I got back from my appointment, I swear those were not aimed at anyone in particular.
Also, I think my body grew way too used to the liquid diet, since despite my best efforts I haven't been able to eat anything substantial even though I've still been cooking like a maniac. It's all good, I needed to lose like five more pounds anyway.
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So.. who wants to help me celebrate being all healed? I'm up for anything, seriously.
[ filter; sasha ]
Thank you for the gifts, I appreciated them. When would you like to resume your cooking lessons?
[ filter; tyler ]
I heard about your car, is everything else alright?
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[28 May 2013|11:15pm] |
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Out of curiosity, how many of you can actually understand some Norwegian? Does it all sound like gibberish to you, or have some of you caught on to the language over the years?
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Thanks for letting me steal the foot of your bed at night. I can't do my own bed right now. Not alone.
And I can't ask you to cuddle me at night because our platonic friendship will get super weird. Does it weird you out? Are you just being polite with me because you're that kind of guy but you actually wish I'd fuck off and sleep in my own bed? How far does our friendship go that you'd let your shifting roommate press up against you because he just wants to know you're there and alive and not going anywhere because he's too fucking dumb to protect his own sister from being killed?
You're a good friend, and I'm just the creepiest roommate ever.
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