Journal fun.
Journal Entry #2
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As you probably can tell, I don't often take the time to write in this thing because I don't feel it is necessary...but at the moment I am stuck in a hospital bed with nothing else really to do, so I figure I might as well do SOMETHING to keep me from getting too bored.
I think joining the Brotherhood was the biggest mistake of my life...and it was a mistake that could have possibly cost me my life. I am lucky to even have survived being assaulted a few days ago...usually when Toad sets out to do something, he finishes the job.
Was I supposed to die?
Who knows. But the fact of the matter is, I didn't.
I most definitely am banged up, to say the least...I don't think I've ever felt worse in my entire life than I do right now. My ribs are completely smashed to hell...as is my skull. And my arm feels like it's gonna fall off at any moment.
But I will definitely heal, even if it takes quite awhile. That end result is still on the horizon. I am determined to get back on my feet, and show the BH that I am not as weak as they seemingly think I am.
They took it upon themselves to label me a turncoat, and a traitor, simply for leaving the island to be with the one I care about most. I did nothing to warrant the title, save for leave, and so now I figure, why not do something to make the label truthful? The question is...what, exactly?
I know I can't go anywhere near Xavier's...the moment I set foot near the place I'd probably get my head blasted off by some sort of bizarre plasma ray or something. Who knows what wacky devices those loonies have set up as defense systems for their school? Heh. Anyhow, I suppose I had better find someplace to live...otherwise I would end up right back where I started...living in Central Park and having to fend for myself.
I will give the BH one thing...when I was there, I was treated much better than any other time in my life...up until recently, of course. Heh. But still...it seemed everyone there stuck together, and I still have a grudging admiration for that fact.
Even if I hope every single one of those bastards dies in a bizarre gardening accident. Points if you get the movie reference I just used.
Anyhow, I'm starting to get pretty tired from all this writing, so I think I'll stop here and pick this up whenever I feel like it. Yay.
Latah...
- Brendan aka Poltergeist
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As you probably can tell, I don't often take the time to write in this thing because I don't feel it is necessary...but at the moment I am stuck in a hospital bed with nothing else really to do, so I figure I might as well do SOMETHING to keep me from getting too bored.
I think joining the Brotherhood was the biggest mistake of my life...and it was a mistake that could have possibly cost me my life. I am lucky to even have survived being assaulted a few days ago...usually when Toad sets out to do something, he finishes the job.
Was I supposed to die?
Who knows. But the fact of the matter is, I didn't.
I most definitely am banged up, to say the least...I don't think I've ever felt worse in my entire life than I do right now. My ribs are completely smashed to hell...as is my skull. And my arm feels like it's gonna fall off at any moment.
But I will definitely heal, even if it takes quite awhile. That end result is still on the horizon. I am determined to get back on my feet, and show the BH that I am not as weak as they seemingly think I am.
They took it upon themselves to label me a turncoat, and a traitor, simply for leaving the island to be with the one I care about most. I did nothing to warrant the title, save for leave, and so now I figure, why not do something to make the label truthful? The question is...what, exactly?
I know I can't go anywhere near Xavier's...the moment I set foot near the place I'd probably get my head blasted off by some sort of bizarre plasma ray or something. Who knows what wacky devices those loonies have set up as defense systems for their school? Heh. Anyhow, I suppose I had better find someplace to live...otherwise I would end up right back where I started...living in Central Park and having to fend for myself.
I will give the BH one thing...when I was there, I was treated much better than any other time in my life...up until recently, of course. Heh. But still...it seemed everyone there stuck together, and I still have a grudging admiration for that fact.
Even if I hope every single one of those bastards dies in a bizarre gardening accident. Points if you get the movie reference I just used.
Anyhow, I'm starting to get pretty tired from all this writing, so I think I'll stop here and pick this up whenever I feel like it. Yay.
Latah...
- Brendan aka Poltergeist