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[obsessiveauthor]

Day XLIX
Your Name: You have my papers, read them yourself.
Suicidal Ideation: 0/10
Homicidal Ideation: 7/10
Amount of Sleep Last Night: You actually expect me to sleep when I've been taken somewhere against my will with no explanation whatsoever? You must be joking.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: Why the hell should I tell you?
Moods

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[sanctus_suicide]

I guess the sheets are supposed to help. I don't know.

[obsessiveauthor]

Huh. They seem pretty pointless to me.

And who might you be, my coquette?

[sanctus_suicide]

Printed out they make good drawing paper.

Coquette? Hnn. Umm, Alessa.

[obsessiveauthor]

Paper...I need paper. And something to write with. Do you know how I can get some?

Pleased to meet you, mademoiselle. What's a pretty bird like you being kept locked up in this horrible place?

[sanctus_suicide]

If you ask the nurses maybe they'll give you some crayons and paper. They want to make sure we don't kill ourselves.

I'm not sure. I guess I have people living in my head. That's what they've told me.

[obsessiveauthor]

Crayons? Pssh. I don't need a pen to draw blood. My fingernails can do that job quite nicely, but thank you for the advice, mademoiselle.

Ah, I see...I, too, am a victim of folie. The voices in my head give me ideas, spurn me on, although I think the real illness is not in my head, but in another organ somewhat south of the equator.

((ooc; lol obvious flirting FTW.))

[sanctus_suicide]

It's Alessa.

What do you write? South of the -

Mmmph, sorry, I'm Goddamnit why now? No! Go away! I don't want to!!

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Good evening, and who might you be?

[obsessiveauthor]

How odd...

I am the Marquis de Sade, at your service. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner.

[sanctus_suicide]

Marquis de Sade, that's French I'm guessing? Nevermind that. You've given me your name, so I suppose it's only fair I return the favor. The name's Samael. Samael Rierdan.

I noticed you've been talking to Alessa.

[obsessiveauthor]

Ah, yes. France is my homeland. My father is Lieutenant-General of the French Armed Forces, and has a considerable amount of wealth and influence...which I'm sure he'll use to get me out of here as soon as he is able.

But I thought...huh. How peculiar. Very well, Samael. Yes, I have been talking to her. She is a lovely mademoiselle, if I may say so.

Private

[sanctus_suicide]

Quite the prestigious father you have then. Oh, I do hope daddy gets you out of this place. It's the absolute pits here!

Yes, Alessa is a very lovely girl. A bit too lovely in fact.

What sorts of stories do you write?

Re: Private

[obsessiveauthor]

Perhaps I can persuade him to put in a good word for you, perhaps...?

Oh, no creature is too lovely. Unless I create them, of course.

I write naughty stories of libertinage and the most wild debauchery one can imagine. Don't be so quick to think they are tasteless, however. They've made quite the impression on the public.

Re: Private

[sanctus_suicide]

If you so desire.

These stories, are they but mere fantasies inside of your head, or have you partaken in any of these wild debaucheries?

The public is easily swayed.

Re: Private

[obsessiveauthor]

It depends on what they're about. I'm quite experienced...who's to say what is real and what is fiction? But one thing is for certain: I may be a libertine, but I have never committed a crime. My passions are great, but not so great as some of the villains and heroes of my tales.

Ah, but my public is everyone. No man, woman, or child can read my writing and say that they are not changed after reading the words that come out of my pen.

Re: Private

[sanctus_suicide]

If that is the case I would certainly love to read one of your stories, and meet you at some point.

Re: Private

[obsessiveauthor]

You don't say...well, my friend, I believe I may be able to write a little something.

If you don't mind, could you tell me more about this place? My...mother failed to explain things to me in adequate detail before abandoning me here, the cunt.