[There's silence from this journal, besides the background noise of scuffling soldier boots making parameters through the city. You think this kid's dumb enough to get caught, or not find somewhere safe to hide? No. He's not stupid. He knew the minute he landed in Solace that this was a bad place to be in, and found the closest empty space to hide ( Read more... )

[Ah, the sounds of a battlefield. Neku's never heard it, of course, unless you count Shibuya as one. Which, you could, so maybe he had heard the sound of a battlefield. Either way, he's slicing and dicing away, hoping for a spare chance to steal into his room in the house and grab his high-ranking pins. There's a sudden bout of silence as what ( Read more... )

[there's a quiet moment of repose on Neku's end, shockingly. he'd usually be out there, but... he has to take a break. his head is starting to pound with how many psychs he's been using. besides... something's on his mind. with death all around... he doesn't notice that his journal's open, quite spaced out.]

... (There's nothing to lose... you can ( Read more... )

Looks like it'll rain... or snow again.

[have a long, long pause.]

Anyone need help? I've got time to--

(Shibuya--no. ... am I imagining things?)

... kill. What the hell...

Must... contain... emo... urges.

(People're back, at least. We'll just blend in.)

... everyone's back, right?

[not that I care. there's a bit of rustling, and by the silence he's envoloped in, he's finally gotten away from his molester ex-partner, Joshua.]

Robodog roadkill; only inviting after the first two seconds.

[there's brief, rapid footsteps--before a slight screech, and the sound of something cutting through wood.]

... no wall, no Shibuya. I don't have time for--

What is this, a pirate graveyard?

[... and what's this book. at least he still has his cellphone and pins.]