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[The journal flips open as it falls from the hands of the young man carrying it and skids beneath a nearby chair. Scuffling, stumbling noises can be heard, followed by a huffy little sigh as Demyx retrieves the book from where it's landed. He mumbles something at it.]
There, there you are.
[Flopping unceremoniously into the chair, he doodles a few music notes at random in the upper right corner of the page, then starts writing in a loopy, haphazard hand.]
I don't really know what I'm doing in this place, but I guess it's better than nothing. I guess it's better than, you know, being dead or something. Maybe that should be their slogan around here. "It's better than being dead!"
I haven't even left my room yet, since I got here. Mostly I've been trying to get used to things. Like you, Magic Journal. And where everything is in this room. And oh, yeah, that one other little matter of not being able to hear anymore. Uh, seriously? How am I supposed to write music like this?
Or talk to anyone?
Or do anything?
At least I know a little sign language. It's not a ton but it's enough to get by, I guess. Ooh, maybe I can learn to lip-read! And then I can know all kinds of secrets!
...Guess it's time to go exploring, huh? Well, let's get going then, Magic Journal.
[More rustling, as the journal is shut and stuffed into a messenger bag. Demyx cautiously opens the door to his room and pokes his head out, looking up and down the hallway for a sign of life.]
There, there you are.
[Flopping unceremoniously into the chair, he doodles a few music notes at random in the upper right corner of the page, then starts writing in a loopy, haphazard hand.]
I don't really know what I'm doing in this place, but I guess it's better than nothing. I guess it's better than, you know, being dead or something. Maybe that should be their slogan around here. "It's better than being dead!"
I haven't even left my room yet, since I got here. Mostly I've been trying to get used to things. Like you, Magic Journal. And where everything is in this room. And oh, yeah, that one other little matter of not being able to hear anymore. Uh, seriously? How am I supposed to write music like this?
Or talk to anyone?
Or do anything?
At least I know a little sign language. It's not a ton but it's enough to get by, I guess. Ooh, maybe I can learn to lip-read! And then I can know all kinds of secrets!
...Guess it's time to go exploring, huh? Well, let's get going then, Magic Journal.
[More rustling, as the journal is shut and stuffed into a messenger bag. Demyx cautiously opens the door to his room and pokes his head out, looking up and down the hallway for a sign of life.]