I looked back and Axel said saw my handwriting.

So I was here. Before. I don't [Pause] remember.

I'm not dead. I just-- [Scratch scratch scratch] I just need your names, again. ✗

Where is-- Joey? and Namine?

I don't know how much longer I can stand winter. ✗

[The morning of December 30th, it has been explained to him where the time has gone.]

A late Merry Christmas and... an early Happy New Year. ✗

[written at 1AM, it looks like a rat fell in some ink and had a seizure, things scratched out and half written, droplets of ink all over.]

I don't know-- [blacked out]

Have you ever [Pause. Pause. Pause.] dreamed about someone bu-- dying?

Every night. [line drawn through, too lazy to black out.]

He just. Keeps burning. He's. loo-- burning ✗

I'm sorry, Bo-- Doctor McCoy ...Axel.

I don't--

Sorry. I understand if-- ✗

[[ooc; responses will be spotty, vague, and/or spazzy. he doesn't really want to talk about it, one or two people he might say something to via [ACTION]]]

[A distracted thought, slowly and halting, drifting off into doodling before being crossed out:] There are some things that I just can't--

He won't leave me the hell alone lately [blacked out carefully, irritably]

these gloves are too tight

I can hear the ocean someone playing the violin at night. I can't couldn't sleep.

I don't know why he [ ( Read more... )

10/01 - summer's really gone

[Written in 'fancy' curling script:] Bones:

• Joanna says "Hello, Doctor McCoy!" [She scribbles out a unicorn for him and signs her cute little name in uneven letters before Roxas returns]
• I got Mr. Kinlay the antibiotics, he felt better at first, but he says his ears are ringing again?
• Everyone else seems fine.

It seems ( Read more... )

It's interesting what you see from the windows here. It's like the broken concrete is full of--

I don't like the cold, but. [Pause] Maybe it feels cleaner. [A speckling of pen taps]

I don't think-- I heard, a man on the street sing this song. [Transcribed very neatly and carefully ( Read more... )

Initially, I told him I would. Give up Hide from [not the sentiment, struck out]

Try Jacob, for a week.

I tried others, and it's-- Not mattered, not worked [blacked out heavily]

Been a month. More than that?

I think [A pause for pensive doodling, dreamy curls and loops and spirals]

It doesn't matter but I don't want to run-- [strike strike ( Read more... )

Maximus

I need to talk to you. ✗