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[Locked to Marie, Corinthian, Phoenix, and Edgeworth (the past-aware crew)]
I need to be more careful on here.
Probably won't be around very much for a while.
The chances of this are so small, there's no way something like this should have happened. Christ...
(( Strike genuinely private ))
I need to be more careful on here.
Probably won't be around very much for a while.
(( Strike genuinely private ))
[Backdated to just after the musical virus.]
Jean Valjean.
Really.
I'm going to have to get another job now. I missed too much work.
[Private]
Sometimes I think...I should go to them. Turn myself in. There might be trials, hearings, but...there would be a chance at something...solid.
There are still things I could do with that. A lot of things.
Jean Valjean.
Really.
I'm going to have to get another job now. I missed too much work.
[Private]
Sometimes I think...I should go to them. Turn myself in. There might be trials, hearings, but...there would be a chance at something...solid.
There are still things I could do with that. A lot of things.
...Maybe I should have mentioned my birthday. I'm sorry.
And thanks again for the book, Corinthian.
Thank you as well to whoever sent the other book.
[Private]
36.
It still feels good to know.
I wonder much more I'll be able to add to that.
And thanks again for the book, Corinthian.
Thank you as well to whoever sent the other book.
[Private]
36.
It still feels good to know.
I wonder much more I'll be able to add to that.
[One of those strange locks which just doesn't work against friends! Silly comm. :P Inspired by Tieria's post.]
Good and evil, huh?
I really don't think they're that hard to define. Evil would be disregarding and hurting others, and good would be doing what's best for people, even at your own expense.
But people never just fit one definition or the other.
The problem is...it's a lot easier to do one evil act that cancels out a lot of good ones than the other way round. Good takes a lot more work.
So by a lot of standards, I guess I'm still evil.
Christianity usually says that if someone tries to be good, and is honestly sorry for what evil they've done, then that person is fine. But Islam says that a person has to do more good in their life than evil, otherwise they are evil.
I can't help but be afraid that Islam got it right.
Good and evil, huh?
I really don't think they're that hard to define. Evil would be disregarding and hurting others, and good would be doing what's best for people, even at your own expense.
But people never just fit one definition or the other.
The problem is...it's a lot easier to do one evil act that cancels out a lot of good ones than the other way round. Good takes a lot more work.
So by a lot of standards, I guess I'm still evil.
Christianity usually says that if someone tries to be good, and is honestly sorry for what evil they've done, then that person is fine. But Islam says that a person has to do more good in their life than evil, otherwise they are evil.
I can't help but be afraid that Islam got it right.
((If you're not sure you're a friend, just ask! Anyway, pls to be dragging him back in?))
The headaches have been really bad this past week. Just the headaches, not the dreams, which is different than usual. I don't think there's anything important about this time of year. There's no evidence that there is. So it's just random.
I guess the lighter spell had to end.
I haven't told Marie. I don't want her to worry. It should pass, and I can deal with it in the meantime. But I wanted to make a note of it somewhere. My normal journal is crowded enough as it is, and this isn't tied to any memories, so...I ended up on here. It should be safe enough, if I'm off the comm. Most of livejournal doesn't get haunted or anything.
It's been two months, hasn't it? ...Doesn't feel that long.
The headaches have been really bad this past week. Just the headaches, not the dreams, which is different than usual. I don't think there's anything important about this time of year. There's no evidence that there is. So it's just random.
I guess the lighter spell had to end.
I haven't told Marie. I don't want her to worry. It should pass, and I can deal with it in the meantime. But I wanted to make a note of it somewhere. My normal journal is crowded enough as it is, and this isn't tied to any memories, so...I ended up on here. It should be safe enough, if I'm off the comm. Most of livejournal doesn't get haunted or anything.
It's been two months, hasn't it? ...Doesn't feel that long.
[Locked, but fairly hackable, this is throwing him off much more than he'd like.
Also, please note that at the moment he's in Jeremie's world because he was trying to make the boy a bit more sensible. Of course, now he's kind of hiding in a room. With a lot of ghosts.]
...I don't remember two of them.
They must have been Treadstone. They weren't in the Blackbriar files.
I...asked them for their names. But they don't talk.
Only Conklin and Abbot talk. The rest of them just stare.
...I don't know which is worse.
...Why Conklin? I...
Also, please note that at the moment he's in Jeremie's world because he was trying to make the boy a bit more sensible. Of course, now he's kind of hiding in a room. With a lot of ghosts.]
...I don't remember two of them.
They must have been Treadstone. They weren't in the Blackbriar files.
I...asked them for their names. But they don't talk.
Only Conklin and Abbot talk. The rest of them just stare.
...I don't know which is worse.
...Why Conklin? I...
[locked, hackable with some skill]
I guess I should find this reassuring. If I can defeat people I made up I really shouldn't have any problem if they come after me again. I don't think they will, Pam is probably seeing to that, but it should be good to know. But really, I'm just tired.
I hate what I was. I always will, I always should. But I'm tired of running and fighting because of it. I'm tired of being afraid.
Was that the point?
Maybe I'll get a worldhop to where Angel is. I want to help stop Angelus. If he hasn't been stopped. I want to rest, but...I can't stop trying.
...I miss Marie.
I guess I should find this reassuring. If I can defeat people I made up I really shouldn't have any problem if they come after me again. I don't think they will, Pam is probably seeing to that, but it should be good to know. But really, I'm just tired.
I hate what I was. I always will, I always should. But I'm tired of running and fighting because of it. I'm tired of being afraid.
Was that the point?
Maybe I'll get a worldhop to where Angel is. I want to help stop Angelus. If he hasn't been stopped. I want to rest, but...I can't stop trying.
...I miss Marie.
[locked, hackable]
I won't do this again. No matter when I am, or who else they think I am, I won't go back.
I promised Marie. I promised me. Even if...this way, I don't know what's going to happen. I won't be that again.
It should work, with a change or two...
I won't do this again. No matter when I am, or who else they think I am, I won't go back.
I promised Marie. I promised me. Even if...this way, I don't know what's going to happen. I won't be that again.
It should work, with a change or two...
[locked, hackable]
It should be Wombosi. It's October 2002, they should be assigning me Wombosi, instead it's a sheik.
I must have been in the apartment recently, the milk in the fridge is still good. So where's that me?
They've got a man following me. They already suspect something's wrong. Of course.
And how did they get this phone number? I got it today so that they couldn't find me using the old one!
None of this makes sense.
Is there some sort of curse traveling through the comm? Others are having problems too...
It should be Wombosi. It's October 2002, they should be assigning me Wombosi, instead it's a sheik.
I must have been in the apartment recently, the milk in the fridge is still good. So where's that me?
They've got a man following me. They already suspect something's wrong. Of course.
And how did they get this phone number? I got it today so that they couldn't find me using the old one!
None of this makes sense.
Is there some sort of curse traveling through the comm? Others are having problems too...
[locked, hackable]
This doesn't make sense. If I'm back in Paris, back in 2002, the Treadstone me should be here too. There's no reason they should be chasing me. How is it that they have this cell phone number? I only got this phone a month ago.
What the Hell does Conklin want with me?
They think I work for them.
This doesn't make sense. If I'm back in Paris, back in 2002, the Treadstone me should be here too. There's no reason they should be chasing me. How is it that they have this cell phone number? I only got this phone a month ago.
What the Hell does Conklin want with me?
They think I work for them.
