[When he first opens the journal there is nothing but a creepy silence at first. After a minute of stillness you can hear Gilbert gasp before he starts breathing heavily , almost as if he had troubles with getting air to his lungs. But then he sneers and starts reading out loud in French;]

I rise at eleven, I dine about two ( Read more... )

Natsuo, Wolfram... or whoever you are get out of the bed. I'm sick of it being so crowed. And to everyone else: Go away, I don't want to see your faces in the dorm.

[After that he slams the journal close and tosses the journal across the room, but the journal opens up again from the hit. You will be first able to hear some rustling noises from the ( Read more... )

[Private; semi-hackable, though?]

The nerve of that teacher. Detentions are nothing that I can't handle, but counseling! That too much for me to take. I'm not mad and there is nothing wrong with my mind. Well, it's not like I'm attending to either of those...At least I don't have to bear this much longer anymore. It's just few more days left, then ( Read more... )