Post by The Cosplay Playboy on Jun 21, 2015 8:54:38 GMT -6
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((OOC Note: sorry for the shortness but some shit came up, enough to where I couldn't get as much as I would have liked done - next time))
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From the Private Journal of Chris Strike:
June 18, 2015
I'm panicking.
Some would even say I'm desperate, if they could really take a good look at me right now.
Holding out a front. Putting on layers and layers, hiding away in a mask and all for the sake of what, exactly? Sheltering some curse away, something that I ASKED for, something that I embraced with open arms if it meant putting an end to the things that pained those who matter to me most?
What was the point? Because nothing's changed.
I still feel like I'm dying on the inside with each and every passing day. There's nothing I can do to change that feeling, nothing I can do to ease the pain. All I can do is hide it, at this point. All I can do is struggle to keep it within my chest and make sure that when it explodes...that no one else succumbs to it but me.
I'm the only one who deserves to suffer for this curse. I'm the one who deserves to be victimized, torn asunder and left in a pile of his own blood and guts. Not anyone else.
But until that day comes, there's still promises to keep and many miles before I go to sleep.
I still have time.
I can still pass on whatever bits of knowledge and decency I have to those few who I have brought into my fold. Even if it's under the guise of the illusion of an actual Mount where we reign as deities, I know that each and every one of them - in their own way - can carry what I need and what I feel should be passed before I fade to black.
I just hope that I have enough time to prepare Magdalena, Ceahna, Daniel, Genevieve, Tara, Ophelia and all the others who will gather under this ship for what's to come before my time here is done.
We are but Argonauts...and we hold the Golden Fleece.
That means the world is out for our blood. My blood, to be more specific.
And that's fine. They can send whoever they wish to send. Whether that’s the silver medalist in Christian Kane or if it’s even a young boy they’re foolishly using to get to me in Kohei Obata, it matters not.
They can and will likely have my blood when it's all said and done. Some could say that I am deserving of such Fate with what I have done and with what I will do.
But I will not let them destroy what I swore to defend the moment I put this curse on my chest.
Not even if they're the people who created it. [/align]
((OOC Note: sorry for the shortness but some shit came up, enough to where I couldn't get as much as I would have liked done - next time))
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From the Private Journal of Chris Strike:
June 18, 2015
I'm panicking.
Some would even say I'm desperate, if they could really take a good look at me right now.
Holding out a front. Putting on layers and layers, hiding away in a mask and all for the sake of what, exactly? Sheltering some curse away, something that I ASKED for, something that I embraced with open arms if it meant putting an end to the things that pained those who matter to me most?
What was the point? Because nothing's changed.
I still feel like I'm dying on the inside with each and every passing day. There's nothing I can do to change that feeling, nothing I can do to ease the pain. All I can do is hide it, at this point. All I can do is struggle to keep it within my chest and make sure that when it explodes...that no one else succumbs to it but me.
I'm the only one who deserves to suffer for this curse. I'm the one who deserves to be victimized, torn asunder and left in a pile of his own blood and guts. Not anyone else.
But until that day comes, there's still promises to keep and many miles before I go to sleep.
I still have time.
I can still pass on whatever bits of knowledge and decency I have to those few who I have brought into my fold. Even if it's under the guise of the illusion of an actual Mount where we reign as deities, I know that each and every one of them - in their own way - can carry what I need and what I feel should be passed before I fade to black.
I just hope that I have enough time to prepare Magdalena, Ceahna, Daniel, Genevieve, Tara, Ophelia and all the others who will gather under this ship for what's to come before my time here is done.
We are but Argonauts...and we hold the Golden Fleece.
That means the world is out for our blood. My blood, to be more specific.
And that's fine. They can send whoever they wish to send. Whether that’s the silver medalist in Christian Kane or if it’s even a young boy they’re foolishly using to get to me in Kohei Obata, it matters not.
They can and will likely have my blood when it's all said and done. Some could say that I am deserving of such Fate with what I have done and with what I will do.
But I will not let them destroy what I swore to defend the moment I put this curse on my chest.
Not even if they're the people who created it. [/align]
