Completely Random Journal Update
April 11, 2006
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Oddly enough, I had a visitor stop by the apartment earlier this afternoon. Nice kid, very mature for her age, attitude-wise. Her name is Cassy, she's 14, and apparently she lives in that huge building just down the street. Seems it's known as 'Worthington House', or something, and I guess it's a supposed safe-haven for mutants and whatnot.
Honestly, I'm not quite sure why she decided to take the risk and stop by...I had run into her previously once before, in the Park, but it was only a brief meeting before she was on her way again. It bears the question, did I really make that much of an impression on her that she remembered me and the fact that I wasn't in the best of moods that day? And why on earth would she give a damn?
In any case, she did, and she brought me cookies. Heh. It's funny, the last time I had homemade cookies was while I was on the Brotherhood island, of all places. Strange, if you think about it.
Anyhow, she hung around for a bit and we had an interesting conversation about life in general. She seemed to take an interest in my welfare for some reason, and even suggested an idea that I hadn't really thought about before...something about volunteering and sharing my previous experiences with other youths who may be in danger of straying down the wrong path in life like I did. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
I'm not the world's best speaker, to be honest, but maybe I don't need to be...maybe the fact that I once belonged to the Brotherhood, and am still alive to tell the tale would be proof enough that not every bad decision has to end in a bad way...though looking around now, I'm not exactly in the best conditions.
But I'm alive, right?
Anyhow, I hope this Cassy girl really does want to help me...she may just be the stepping stone I've been looking for to get myself back on my feet again. Maybe I -can- salvage things and start over again.
Is there possibly light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe...but I hope that light doesn't happen to be an oncoming train.
Brendan, out.
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Oddly enough, I had a visitor stop by the apartment earlier this afternoon. Nice kid, very mature for her age, attitude-wise. Her name is Cassy, she's 14, and apparently she lives in that huge building just down the street. Seems it's known as 'Worthington House', or something, and I guess it's a supposed safe-haven for mutants and whatnot.
Honestly, I'm not quite sure why she decided to take the risk and stop by...I had run into her previously once before, in the Park, but it was only a brief meeting before she was on her way again. It bears the question, did I really make that much of an impression on her that she remembered me and the fact that I wasn't in the best of moods that day? And why on earth would she give a damn?
In any case, she did, and she brought me cookies. Heh. It's funny, the last time I had homemade cookies was while I was on the Brotherhood island, of all places. Strange, if you think about it.
Anyhow, she hung around for a bit and we had an interesting conversation about life in general. She seemed to take an interest in my welfare for some reason, and even suggested an idea that I hadn't really thought about before...something about volunteering and sharing my previous experiences with other youths who may be in danger of straying down the wrong path in life like I did. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
I'm not the world's best speaker, to be honest, but maybe I don't need to be...maybe the fact that I once belonged to the Brotherhood, and am still alive to tell the tale would be proof enough that not every bad decision has to end in a bad way...though looking around now, I'm not exactly in the best conditions.
But I'm alive, right?
Anyhow, I hope this Cassy girl really does want to help me...she may just be the stepping stone I've been looking for to get myself back on my feet again. Maybe I -can- salvage things and start over again.
Is there possibly light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe...but I hope that light doesn't happen to be an oncoming train.
Brendan, out.
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