[handwriting starts off small and tidy, grows increasingly larger and more agitated as entry goes on.]I thought I was dealing with the fallout from the mall trip okay. I don't cringe when I see Ichigo--I just twitch a little. Which is a good thing, right? I thought when I saw him the first time after that, I'd be scared shitless, but instead, I ( Read more... )

Faye wakes up on Ichigo's shoulder, his head on top of hers, empty glass in her hand and nearly-empty wine bottle on the table. She whines a little as the light hits her eyes, lifting her free hand to shield them.

"Ichigo? Hey, Ichigo, wake up," she says, shaking him a little. "C'mon, I think we had a little too much to drink..."

I am... so damn confused right now.

Wesker? Chris? Claire?

Who do I trust?

What's going on here?

[the rest of the page is scribbled out, and some of it is torn off in frustration.]

(ooc note--in large, scrawled handwriting, smudgy pencil, and the page is spattered with coffee ( Read more... )

I am seriously out of my element here. This place is... weird. And it isn't like when dad died. Freaking out won't do anything--not like it did anything before, but... God ( Read more... )