[he is doing this entry pretty late at night, so his voice is quite quiet and he sounds a bit sleepy]

I'm not the only one who... feels like this world's a waste of time sometimes, right?
[predictably, an exasperated sigh]

Hey, Leon, are you awake?
Probably not...

Stopped expecting to find one of your stupid careless notes.
Not that you're around to mock me on this thing anymore anyway.

[recorded sort of grumble, he sounds frustrated: "Ugh, you were the one running that shop, what the hell am I supposed to do with it now?" And then, a sigh.]Hey... Aerith, if you're reading, do you feel any better now? ... ( Read more... )

Santa finds his way everywhere, doesn't he...
Thanks, I guess, even though you're probably back in Christmas Town by now.

And I... er, well...
Merry Christmas and all that. To everyone, I mean... I think.

...

[ooc: pretend this was posted yesterday lmao]

You don't plan on coming home, do you?
And you -- this city wasn't meant for you any more than you were meant for it.

And I was never meant --

[recorded]
If anyone sees Rufus Shinra, tell him his business is going to the dogs. [distantly murmured] Nothing else is getting his attention.

And tell Yuffie I found a toaster.
Ugh, what am I saying ( Read more... )

These wings... don't feel right.
And why the hell do I have a halo? That feels ridiculous too.
so does knowing I've been in this world for a year

[the writing stops, Cloud sighs, and a few seconds later it sounds like Nimbus found her mommy and is making soft 'kweh' noises at him. and there's a long, long pause before he starts to write again.]... ( Read more... )

[recorded]

God Tifa, Basch, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything I said
And --

--

How --
How the hell does this work, shi --

[the little hiss turns into a quickly whispered sentence]
Rufus come here now I'm stuck

I don't remember this place being so nois -- [suddenly a deep, epic voice speaks; startling Cloud for a moment and making his pen slip and scratch across the page]

HE PREPARED FOR THE SAME OLD ROUTINE

[silence, then Cloud speaks] ... you're kidding.

NOT KNOWING THAT HIS AFTERNOON WAS ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE

I'm just making tea.

THE EXCITEMENTIt's ( Read more... )

Does anyone still need help rebuilding anything?
Or... any odd jobs requiring physical labour? There's only so much I can do in a teahouse.

[nothing else is written or recorded for a minute or so, but then little holes and rips start appearing on the page -- and eventually, Cloud's voice cuts in]

Nimbus stop it, I've told you a thousand times ( Read more... )

[the writing is pretty bad and barely legible, probably because he's actually laying on his back as he tries to write in it. and is also wasted.]

think there's somethng wron

[scribbles and then finally he just starts to record everything]

I think
there's something wrong with this water.

[there are some marks on the page, but ultimately the entry is recorded in a sort of dazed whisper]

...she's dead.
The little girl, she's dead...

[there's the sound of shuffling around for the next few minutes, crinkles appearing all across the page -- he doesn't realize he's clawing at the journal, or even holding it]

-- a sword, four knives, a ( Read more... )