Let me hear your thoughts people. Should he drink more? Should he drink less? Should he wear his hat a different way? I need to know these things!

Oh, this would also be a good spot for crit too. Constructive crit is awesome, flaming and trolling not so much.

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Heading out for a camping trip, somewhere near the forest and the lake. Not sure when I'll be back. Should be in time for that tournament though.

[Like he's going to miss that even if he hasn't decided whether or not he'll join.]

If anyone wants to come along they're welcome to.

[He adds that just in case. There might be some there who don't ( Read more... )

By the Loa I feel like an old man right now.

[Kevas sat at the bottom of the stairs in the barracks breathing heavily. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, in fact he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he just couldn't keep sitting in that room of his. Besides, his limbs weren't hurting that badly.]Don't suppose anymon would mind giving a busted ( Read more... )

Don't suppose this place has the good fortune of having some wheelchairs?

[He's going insane sitting in his bed while his bones continue to heal. Sure he might not be able to go up and down stairs, but at least he'll be able to roll down the halls. It's better than nothing.]

Maybe just a board with wheels on it? Or a toy cart? Really I'll take

[His six hours are up and Kevas is free to go. Now he just needs one of the staff to release him from his bindings, not that he'll actually be able to move when that's done. All he's got left is one good leg and everything else feels like they've been shattered to pieces. He'll have to cross that bridge when he comes to it though. At least being ( Read more... )

[It's another bad day for Kevas. As more time passes without his precious drink he's getting more and more of those. Any reasonable person would just lock themselves in their room and keep away from everyone. Unfortunately, Kevas isn't being reasonable much anymore ( Read more... )

[Kevas is finally out and about although he's feeling just a miserable as before. His head is pounding, he goes from freezing cold to boiling hot, his body will start shaking at times, and for someone who's green everyday of the year he's looking awfully pale. At least he's moving though.]

This fucking sucks.

[That's all he says and that's all he ( Read more... )

[Anyone listening to their journal right now gets to hear the delightful sound of Kevas retching into a bucket. He's tried to keep his suffering silent for as long as he can, but with all the vomiting, shaking, and his head feeling like it's splitting open, Kevas just doesn't care any more.]

I want someone to do me a favor.

[Kevas sounds tired ( Read more... )

[When Kevas woke up this morning the last thing he expected to find was himself locked in his own room, and feeling how cold the door handle was, there was no doubt in his mind of what happened. Someone just dropped a glacier in front of his door...again ( Read more... )

You know, as shitty as places like this and the boat are, I have really got to hand it to them.

[He pauses as he downs his eighth bottle in a row.]

They definitely know their liquor around here. Seriously, I don't even recognize half these brands. Guess I had better spend some more time getting well acquainted with everything in here.

[Not that ( Read more... )