Log 8 - Night 4
Martin Landel.
This is the name of our dubious ringmaster. I don't plan on forgetting his face soon. At least not until I see him writhing in throes of agony in front of me.
He took the liberty to show himself today. There were many attempts at his demise, but none of them succeeded. I'm not too surprised. He wouldn't venture into our midst without some kind of reassurance. The other patients didn't seem to realize that. Several of them were sedated.
I was at Ginji's side through most of it. Helping him to keep calm in the face of his fears was almost a welcome distraction from my own anger. I hate this puppeteer who toys with us like dolls.
Like he has with my mother... I saw her today. Healthy and whole...yet not. She doesn't remember our lives before we were taken here. She called me 'Skylar' and remarked upon moving closer to the hospital for my sake, which I declined.
That madman said something about our visitors once being patients... The thought makes my blood boil, but I must keep my calm. I died once before for my recklessness. I won't have it happen again. Especially when my mother is counting on me to help the both of us.
There was another boy I spoke to today. Hisoka. We plan to look for our files tonight, though I suspect our search will prove unfruitful. They wouldn't leave such valuable information laying around. It will be protected heavily, and tonight is a night for brainwashing. I believe they call it 'special counseling'. It won't be easy.
On a lighter note, they seem to have set us up with roommates. Odd, since putting us together with others only increases our chances to bond and overthrown them. Then again, perhaps the risks of their choice are outweighed by the sheer number that they've brought here. And it continues to grow each day...
There has to be a way to stop this.
This is the name of our dubious ringmaster. I don't plan on forgetting his face soon. At least not until I see him writhing in throes of agony in front of me.
He took the liberty to show himself today. There were many attempts at his demise, but none of them succeeded. I'm not too surprised. He wouldn't venture into our midst without some kind of reassurance. The other patients didn't seem to realize that. Several of them were sedated.
I was at Ginji's side through most of it. Helping him to keep calm in the face of his fears was almost a welcome distraction from my own anger. I hate this puppeteer who toys with us like dolls.
Like he has with my mother... I saw her today. Healthy and whole...yet not. She doesn't remember our lives before we were taken here. She called me 'Skylar' and remarked upon moving closer to the hospital for my sake, which I declined.
That madman said something about our visitors once being patients... The thought makes my blood boil, but I must keep my calm. I died once before for my recklessness. I won't have it happen again. Especially when my mother is counting on me to help the both of us.
There was another boy I spoke to today. Hisoka. We plan to look for our files tonight, though I suspect our search will prove unfruitful. They wouldn't leave such valuable information laying around. It will be protected heavily, and tonight is a night for brainwashing. I believe they call it 'special counseling'. It won't be easy.
On a lighter note, they seem to have set us up with roommates. Odd, since putting us together with others only increases our chances to bond and overthrown them. Then again, perhaps the risks of their choice are outweighed by the sheer number that they've brought here. And it continues to grow each day...
There has to be a way to stop this.