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[There is no explanation for the scribbling. No signature, no definitive writing style or indication to who it could be. The screen has been blocked by something, the name - no where to be seen.

It's obvious someone is disguising their handwriting. But who? And why?

One thing's for sure. They're not in their right mind.]


bored


boredboredboredboredboredboredBOREDB O R E D


DEROB

already there's nothing to do. nothing to see nothing to plan nothing to doooooooo


bored

you lot are no help either

Sheep. All of you. No one dares question, fight or kick and scream. Like Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive people. Dead and alive.

Just laying down and dying. Nobody clawing their way out of the box.

Bad kittens.

Don't worry. I'll help.

Someone has to teach you to live again. All of you, grown so comfortable in limbo. Disgusting.

Time to wake up.


Any cats that will claw and bite?

Any that already have?

Or are there any other Schrödingers here? The ones with all the questions and all the answers?

tick tock tick tock tick tock

[The journal was blocked, and would remain so.]

[voice]

Date: 2012-03-29 07:56 pm (UTC)
bloodwaif: (like any hot-blooded woman)
From: [personal profile] bloodwaif
Your watch is running down, duckie. Best to wind it up again!

[voice]

Date: 2012-03-31 01:05 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (doll heart)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
The children hid behind the clock!

But then I sniffed them out and had them one by one to dine.

[voice]

Date: 2012-03-31 01:58 am (UTC)
bloodwaif: (like any hot-blooded woman)
From: [personal profile] bloodwaif
.......Delicious morsels.
bloodwaif: (to watch the stoic squirm)
From: [personal profile] bloodwaif
Not nearly. Not nearly! I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry. I must needs feed soon, guv'nor.

Date: 2012-04-06 04:42 pm (UTC)
bloodwaif: (you speak of my love)
From: [personal profile] bloodwaif
Have you anyone to eat?

Date: 2012-04-16 11:52 pm (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (he loves to see them break)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
Soon. Make it soon, for I starve. And the circus has left town, sadly. No more candies. No more sweeties. Only gristle, and who can stomach that?

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