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[Nov. 18th, 2010|07:21 pm] |
[Kyle had arrived and been confused -- and also, thanks to his busted glasses, rendered half blind. He'd tried to leave and confusion had been replaced with annoyance at his failure to do so. He'd badgered the welcome ladies for information and had just gotten more frustrated at the lack of answers. The journal was finally, after numerous failures, given some proper consideration, but Kyle still wasn't happy about it as he set down and started to write, his a little unsteady.]
This is a ridiculous. Why would I be drawn to this place only to be told to write in a journal? [He has to write more, doesn't he?] I assume that someone will eventually read this if I'm being made to write in it. So who? They can't have much to do with themselves if they're bothering.
[There's a long, long pause before Kyle finally writes something else.] I'll need to replace my glasses, it seems. [... is he done now? He thinks so, and hopes so. He's not sure where he is, but he certainly doesn't want to stay here with the unhelpful welcome ladies.] |
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| [Application] Kiseki |
[Nov. 17th, 2010|01:33 pm] |
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