[Day 50]

[emptyyourself]

[Journal Entry - Day 50]

I will not accommodate West. If I am obliged to starve because I refuse to play dress up, I will sit in the Cornfield and rot.

I am not a pawn to be used in his twisted machinations.

[Someone has discovered that not working = not eating. And this is more offense at being assigned as a lowly handyman than anything else.

Comments

[bloodyamericans]

Well he certainly isn't giving us reasons to want to cooperate.

[emptyyourself]

Who are you?

[bloodyamericans]

My name's Sophie.

[emptyyourself]

Well, Sophie. Are you cooperating?

[bloodyamericans]

I don't intend to work.

[emptyyourself]

How very straightforward. Have you found a loophole?

[bloodyamericans]

I hadn't thought about that. Maybe I'll find something during the days, I don't exactly have a lot else that I can do.

[emptyyourself]

What task did you find so excruciatingly demeaning that you would be willing to risk starvation?

[bloodyamericans]

They expect me to work in the store.

[emptyyourself]

And your talents are better suited to what, exactly?

[bloodyamericans]

I'm an actress.

[emptyyourself]

...Of course you are.

[bloodyamericans]

Well that's lovely.

[emptyyourself]

What, exactly?

[bloodyamericans]

Well I don't expect you to know my name but a little compassion could be nice. Honestly, I get enough from my coworkers.

[emptyyourself]

Compassion? You can't be serious.

...Then again, perhaps you can. When you said "actress", I suppose I ought to have realized you meant you had a flair for the dramatic.