I do not know the date.
I have lost count of the days. How many weeks have I been here? Has it been months? Years? I am no longer sure. I discarded the importance of keeping track of such things long ago. I think my birthday may have passed, but I cannot be sure. If so, that will have been the first birthday I spent without a cake. Oh, woe, for a person such as myself to not celebrate their life!
I was not going to update anymore. I had promised myself that it was a silly thing to do, but I think, for my sanity, it is important that I put my thoughts into words. It will, at the very least, serve as a nice memoir if my body should be recovered years down the road. It is only fair to humanity that I leave some record of my existance.
These things, I know have happened. It is true that I accepted Atobe's invitation to board his cruise. It is true that something went awry, and the ship went down. It is true that I remember nothing after that. I awoke days, perhaps months later (though that is fairly implausible as my body would have long since died of dehydration). I was alone. I had only the clothes on my back, and an expanse of sand in front of me. It is rather fortunate that the gods smile upon me, as I found a source of fresh water as I wandered into the jungle. I cannot remember the last time I ate. I have been too scared worried for my health to try the strange fruit growing in these parts. Now and again, I will find myself able to catch a fish, though it pains me to do so. Do these hands look as though they should prepare fish?! What a horrid task!
The sand gets everywhere. Though I have bathed, my beautiful hair remains filthy. My body has shriveled; I can feel it. Have I any wrinkles? My once-pale skin is now tarnished by a subtle tan. The sun is ruining me.
It is a miracle that I have found my cellphone.
My name is Mizuki Hajime. I am possibly 22 years of age. I am a natural brunet with beautiful eyes, and I am stranded, alone, on a desert island. If anyone should find this, you now know my story. I will sleep easily tonight provided the filthy insects leave me alone for once.
[ooc: Long entry is long. Basically, to explain Mizuki's long absence, I took Momo-mun's suggestion, and had him stranded on the other side of the island. Edit: I am fail and didn't check with the mods first, so am changing it to him being not too far from everyone else, instead. I'm gonna say he's about a football field's distance away? He was just too busy sulking and panicking about how to survive to notice any other survivors.
He has absolutely no idea that there are other people here, nor does he realize that he actually updated. He doesn't know anyone can read this; he really believes he's just doing an entry for the sake of it. >__> As always, feel free to poke fun at him. Lord knows, he's practically begging for it at this point.]
I was not going to update anymore. I had promised myself that it was a silly thing to do, but I think, for my sanity, it is important that I put my thoughts into words. It will, at the very least, serve as a nice memoir if my body should be recovered years down the road. It is only fair to humanity that I leave some record of my existance.
These things, I know have happened. It is true that I accepted Atobe's invitation to board his cruise. It is true that something went awry, and the ship went down. It is true that I remember nothing after that. I awoke days, perhaps months later (though that is fairly implausible as my body would have long since died of dehydration). I was alone. I had only the clothes on my back, and an expanse of sand in front of me. It is rather fortunate that the gods smile upon me, as I found a source of fresh water as I wandered into the jungle. I cannot remember the last time I ate. I have been too scared worried for my health to try the strange fruit growing in these parts. Now and again, I will find myself able to catch a fish, though it pains me to do so. Do these hands look as though they should prepare fish?! What a horrid task!
The sand gets everywhere. Though I have bathed, my beautiful hair remains filthy. My body has shriveled; I can feel it. Have I any wrinkles? My once-pale skin is now tarnished by a subtle tan. The sun is ruining me.
It is a miracle that I have found my cellphone.
My name is Mizuki Hajime. I am possibly 22 years of age. I am a natural brunet with beautiful eyes, and I am stranded, alone, on a desert island. If anyone should find this, you now know my story. I will sleep easily tonight provided the filthy insects leave me alone for once.
[ooc: Long entry is long. Basically, to explain Mizuki's long absence, I took Momo-mun's suggestion, and had him stranded on the other side of the island. Edit: I am fail and didn't check with the mods first, so am changing it to him being not too far from everyone else, instead. I'm gonna say he's about a football field's distance away? He was just too busy sulking and panicking about how to survive to notice any other survivors.
He has absolutely no idea that there are other people here, nor does he realize that he actually updated. He doesn't know anyone can read this; he really believes he's just doing an entry for the sake of it. >__> As always, feel free to poke fun at him. Lord knows, he's practically begging for it at this point.]