Dear Diary,
For Christmas, I would like a pony, and some scented candles, and not to be in this ******* dump of a town anymore.
Ugh. I guess I should do this properly. Seems like keeping a log is a good idea, because I took a nap for what I swear felt like five goddamn minutes and it's apparently been... Well, let's just say I don't believe the calendar. But it's clearly been a while. Dunno what the hell was in that whiskey.
Note to self: don't drink anything at The Lounge. Ever. Again.
Anywho. Getting reoriented. Sparring a bit. Gangsters seem quicker than I remember, but those thief guys not so much. Muscles have atrophied slightly. Nothing a few days of workouts won't fix. Just need to find a gym. Or maybe **** it, just need to stick around quarantine more often.
Tomorrow, though. Too busy catching up on **** today.
That helpful guy seems to have gone AWOL too. No new emails or mysterious cash-drops or anything. Wonder if he was hit with the same thing I was. Oh well. Onwards and upwards, I guess.
Should probably try to find a job soon, too...
Note to self: check the listings tomorrow. Too tired now.
Notes to Self
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LaShana
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Re: Notes to Self
Dear Diary,
Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. Today we were kidnapped by hill folk, never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.
Just kidding. No hill folk today. Which is a shame. I could've used some better target practice than the ferals hanging around the QZ. Though they're at least a touch better than the zombies. Dear god. If that's how awful everyone will be at fighting after zombification, bring on World War Z.
In other news, every wraith but the one I need has been found over the past few days. Bloody figures. I wonder if you can attack wraiths after they tell you the **** you need to know?
Note to self: Try that. ******** deserves it.
I just want my wings back. That's it. The rest of this is whatever. It's hard to concentrate on anything else until I can fix myself. Get back to where I used to be; get as strong as I used to be. I hate feeling weak.
Bright side, though, found my possibly new favorite hangout. Full of ferals to hit, and the other patrons seem pretty cool. Met one guy who might even be able to give me a job at some point. Maybe. I mean, not gonna get my hopes up, since he hasn't even opened the place yet, and I know just how up-and-down the nightlife business can be.
It'd be nice to work the bar circuit again, though. I do miss that. Not Rich. But the rest of that life.
Guy's buddy seemed nice too. Bought me the wrong drink, but hey, points for effort.
Out at a cafe now. Watching the wraith sightings and bounty reports tick away. Nobody I need. Nobody else in this spot but humans, either, and the one nearest me has started to sweat. It's weird. People never used to notice me; well, they'd notice my tits, sure, but that's not what I mean. Now it's like they can sense me when I walk in the room. They all shut up at once, and it's like they're tracking me, while trying not to look. Like they're afraid.
Kind of hard to figure out if there's incriminating evidence on my person somewhere when all I can see in the mirror is... Let's not go there.
Anyway, I don't think it's that. Not anything that easy to fix. I think it's baser. Deeper. Like people's subconsciouses can sense what I am now. What I've become.
Ugh. I thought if I sat here and pontificated long enough, someone might actually be useful and scrounge up my wraith. No such luck. Guess now my options are either go home to redecorate, or back to the bar. ... So bar, obviously.
More tomorrow. Or, y'know, some other day, if tomorrow is somehow less mind-numbingly dull. Which would be ideal. so if I don't write again tomorrow, take that as a good sign, okay?
Dear god, I'm talking to a piece of paper now.
Note to self: Make some real friends.
Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. Today we were kidnapped by hill folk, never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.
Just kidding. No hill folk today. Which is a shame. I could've used some better target practice than the ferals hanging around the QZ. Though they're at least a touch better than the zombies. Dear god. If that's how awful everyone will be at fighting after zombification, bring on World War Z.
In other news, every wraith but the one I need has been found over the past few days. Bloody figures. I wonder if you can attack wraiths after they tell you the **** you need to know?
Note to self: Try that. ******** deserves it.
I just want my wings back. That's it. The rest of this is whatever. It's hard to concentrate on anything else until I can fix myself. Get back to where I used to be; get as strong as I used to be. I hate feeling weak.
Bright side, though, found my possibly new favorite hangout. Full of ferals to hit, and the other patrons seem pretty cool. Met one guy who might even be able to give me a job at some point. Maybe. I mean, not gonna get my hopes up, since he hasn't even opened the place yet, and I know just how up-and-down the nightlife business can be.
It'd be nice to work the bar circuit again, though. I do miss that. Not Rich. But the rest of that life.
Guy's buddy seemed nice too. Bought me the wrong drink, but hey, points for effort.
Out at a cafe now. Watching the wraith sightings and bounty reports tick away. Nobody I need. Nobody else in this spot but humans, either, and the one nearest me has started to sweat. It's weird. People never used to notice me; well, they'd notice my tits, sure, but that's not what I mean. Now it's like they can sense me when I walk in the room. They all shut up at once, and it's like they're tracking me, while trying not to look. Like they're afraid.
Kind of hard to figure out if there's incriminating evidence on my person somewhere when all I can see in the mirror is... Let's not go there.
Anyway, I don't think it's that. Not anything that easy to fix. I think it's baser. Deeper. Like people's subconsciouses can sense what I am now. What I've become.
Ugh. I thought if I sat here and pontificated long enough, someone might actually be useful and scrounge up my wraith. No such luck. Guess now my options are either go home to redecorate, or back to the bar. ... So bar, obviously.
More tomorrow. Or, y'know, some other day, if tomorrow is somehow less mind-numbingly dull. Which would be ideal. so if I don't write again tomorrow, take that as a good sign, okay?
Dear god, I'm talking to a piece of paper now.
Note to self: Make some real friends.
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LaShana
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Re: Notes to Self
Finally. Found my wraith at last. Stretched my wings again this morning and my god it felt good. Been too long since I got a bird's-eye view of this town. Things have changed. There's new buildings, areas I don't recognize.
All part of the fun, though, I s'pose. Something new to explore. Guess I'm feeling less pessimistic now that there's a few people around. It's funny, I'm not exactly the socialite type, so why does having acquaintances make me more comfortable in my skin? That's a human emotion. Herd mentality. Of course, what's a wolf pack but the next evolution of a deer herd?
Note to self: That's worth considering more. Sometime when my head isn't a completely fuzzed mess.
So what's next on the agenda? Playing catch-up, I suppose. There are a few I should bug. People from my lineage. They were nice to me, when I first got here. I hadn't seen any of them around, but I guess there are still a few here and there. Everyone seems to have spread out, though, gone their own ways. It'll take a while to track people down.
That's fine. I've got all the time in the world now.
Anywho. Oh. Biggest note to self for the day: Work on your target practice. This thing is sexy, and it deserves a sexy shooter to go with it.
Tonight should be fun.
All part of the fun, though, I s'pose. Something new to explore. Guess I'm feeling less pessimistic now that there's a few people around. It's funny, I'm not exactly the socialite type, so why does having acquaintances make me more comfortable in my skin? That's a human emotion. Herd mentality. Of course, what's a wolf pack but the next evolution of a deer herd?
Note to self: That's worth considering more. Sometime when my head isn't a completely fuzzed mess.
So what's next on the agenda? Playing catch-up, I suppose. There are a few I should bug. People from my lineage. They were nice to me, when I first got here. I hadn't seen any of them around, but I guess there are still a few here and there. Everyone seems to have spread out, though, gone their own ways. It'll take a while to track people down.
That's fine. I've got all the time in the world now.
Anywho. Oh. Biggest note to self for the day: Work on your target practice. This thing is sexy, and it deserves a sexy shooter to go with it.
Tonight should be fun.
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LaShana
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Re: Notes to Self
Between the hunting grounds and stalking ferals in the QZ, I’m starting to get me legs back. Or maybe I mean my fists. You get the idea. Target practice has been fun, too. Note to self: Work on the headshots when it comes to zombies. I keep hitting them in the neck instead. Hardly effective.
Hmm. What else is new…
Remembered I had a car at one point. Decided to see if it had been impounded. And, well, OOPS. Anyway, long story short, that was ground up for scrap metal sometime last year. Ugh. Though to be fair, it was kind of a pile of ****. Do wish they’d given me at least a little compensation for it. I could’ve sold that car for at least a grand or two, before they ground her up.
Was sooo tempted to snap the junkyard owner’s neck. Must remember to behave. The bounty list is not a place anyone wants to be right now.
On the bright side, though, turns out I woke up with way more cash than I went to sleep with though (Note to self: Do I have a savings account? Who knows. That’s a damn good interest rate though). I had enough cash on me for a better ride anyway. Suzuki GSX-R600, also known as my new crotch rocket, also known as Cary Grant.
What? It’s my bike, I can name it what I love.
Anyway, Cary’s a little beat up. Only a 2010 model, but who knows what the hell the last owner was doing to him. Probably street-racing, and poorly from the looks of it. Mechanic fixed up his innards, but the exterior’s up to me. Didn’t want to blow all my savings in one shopping spree, so I figure I’ll save up for a little while. Paint jobs are expensive, yo.
Note to self: Badger that new guy about his potential job offer again. Construction’s started on the bar, so shouldn’t be long now before it’s up and running. Yay for life goals, or something.
And now, back to studying some ritual books. These things are intense. Can’t wait to try one – my collection of zombie ears is in need of serious thinning.
Hmm. What else is new…
Remembered I had a car at one point. Decided to see if it had been impounded. And, well, OOPS. Anyway, long story short, that was ground up for scrap metal sometime last year. Ugh. Though to be fair, it was kind of a pile of ****. Do wish they’d given me at least a little compensation for it. I could’ve sold that car for at least a grand or two, before they ground her up.
Was sooo tempted to snap the junkyard owner’s neck. Must remember to behave. The bounty list is not a place anyone wants to be right now.
On the bright side, though, turns out I woke up with way more cash than I went to sleep with though (Note to self: Do I have a savings account? Who knows. That’s a damn good interest rate though). I had enough cash on me for a better ride anyway. Suzuki GSX-R600, also known as my new crotch rocket, also known as Cary Grant.
What? It’s my bike, I can name it what I love.
Anyway, Cary’s a little beat up. Only a 2010 model, but who knows what the hell the last owner was doing to him. Probably street-racing, and poorly from the looks of it. Mechanic fixed up his innards, but the exterior’s up to me. Didn’t want to blow all my savings in one shopping spree, so I figure I’ll save up for a little while. Paint jobs are expensive, yo.
Note to self: Badger that new guy about his potential job offer again. Construction’s started on the bar, so shouldn’t be long now before it’s up and running. Yay for life goals, or something.
And now, back to studying some ritual books. These things are intense. Can’t wait to try one – my collection of zombie ears is in need of serious thinning.
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LaShana
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Re: Notes to Self
Tried my first ritual today. First of all, OH MY GOD the fae language is freaking HARD to pronounce. And that's me. Ntalënixsi. Y castellano. So what gives?
I need so much practice. Guess this means I'd better stock up on Hunter's Charms. Those and zombie ears aren't too hard to come by. Can't even imagine what I'd have done if I'd tried a harder ritual than that.
Then again, maybe it sort of worked? Basically I was trying to locate a Mooncalf to add to the bone collection. The demi-fae escaped before I could get the pronunciation right -- or figure out half the damn words, to be honest. Stole one of my zombie ears on the way out. But then a couple minutes later a Mooncalf showed up right next to me, as I was leaving the circle. Maybe I summoned one by accident? Can fae do that? I'll have to remember what the hell I was saying!
In other news, ran across another old friend today, briefly. At least, I think he was an old friend. Sort of hard to sort these memories out… Wonder if I'm developing some kinda amnesia or something. That's a thing, right? That can happen? River mentioned something similar happened to her. Hope it doesn't run in the bloodline… Hey, speaking of bloodline… Note to self: Bug Habren again. Still haven't seen her since I came back.
So much to do and so little time! But for now it's back into the sewers with me. C'mere you ugly footsoldier people. And stop shooting me in the stomach, damnit!
Note to self: Dodge better. Seriously, Shana.
I need so much practice. Guess this means I'd better stock up on Hunter's Charms. Those and zombie ears aren't too hard to come by. Can't even imagine what I'd have done if I'd tried a harder ritual than that.
Then again, maybe it sort of worked? Basically I was trying to locate a Mooncalf to add to the bone collection. The demi-fae escaped before I could get the pronunciation right -- or figure out half the damn words, to be honest. Stole one of my zombie ears on the way out. But then a couple minutes later a Mooncalf showed up right next to me, as I was leaving the circle. Maybe I summoned one by accident? Can fae do that? I'll have to remember what the hell I was saying!
In other news, ran across another old friend today, briefly. At least, I think he was an old friend. Sort of hard to sort these memories out… Wonder if I'm developing some kinda amnesia or something. That's a thing, right? That can happen? River mentioned something similar happened to her. Hope it doesn't run in the bloodline… Hey, speaking of bloodline… Note to self: Bug Habren again. Still haven't seen her since I came back.
So much to do and so little time! But for now it's back into the sewers with me. C'mere you ugly footsoldier people. And stop shooting me in the stomach, damnit!
Note to self: Dodge better. Seriously, Shana.
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LaShana
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Re: Notes to Self
Note to self: Stay. Away. From. Cops.
Okay, I realize that's an obvious one. Thank you self. But seriously, it's like they've got a tag on me or something. HOW DO THEY ALWAYS FIND ME. There'll be absolutely no one around, and I'll just be, y'know, dispatching some annoying-*** thieves as per usual and suddenly THERE THEY ARE. On the outskirts of the city, in some of the abandoned districts, doesn't matter. I have got to get off whatever kind of radar I've landed myself on here.
In other news, I made my first booby trap. Well, okay, not really a booby trap. It doesn't do anything really exciting. Just notices when people pass by. But still. I think it should be fun to see what it picks up. Actually making these things in general is fun. Between that and practicing rituals, I've had more than enough time to while away the evening hours of late.
Another note to self: Keep Cary Grant fueled. Goddamn. He guzzles this ****, I swear. Someday I'm gonna have a serious problem. If he runs out of gas somewhere I can't jog to a station in a few minutes… Ugh.
Why is this whole thing me complaining? Dear god I've become whiney. OKAY, THINK POSITIVE SHANA.
Note to self: You have friends! That's awesome. … Now you should probably make an effort to hang out with them more often. Hmm. Back to checking email it is! More next time in the riveting adventures of some bored chick with fangs, everyone.
Okay, I realize that's an obvious one. Thank you self. But seriously, it's like they've got a tag on me or something. HOW DO THEY ALWAYS FIND ME. There'll be absolutely no one around, and I'll just be, y'know, dispatching some annoying-*** thieves as per usual and suddenly THERE THEY ARE. On the outskirts of the city, in some of the abandoned districts, doesn't matter. I have got to get off whatever kind of radar I've landed myself on here.
In other news, I made my first booby trap. Well, okay, not really a booby trap. It doesn't do anything really exciting. Just notices when people pass by. But still. I think it should be fun to see what it picks up. Actually making these things in general is fun. Between that and practicing rituals, I've had more than enough time to while away the evening hours of late.
Another note to self: Keep Cary Grant fueled. Goddamn. He guzzles this ****, I swear. Someday I'm gonna have a serious problem. If he runs out of gas somewhere I can't jog to a station in a few minutes… Ugh.
Why is this whole thing me complaining? Dear god I've become whiney. OKAY, THINK POSITIVE SHANA.
Note to self: You have friends! That's awesome. … Now you should probably make an effort to hang out with them more often. Hmm. Back to checking email it is! More next time in the riveting adventures of some bored chick with fangs, everyone.