And time passes.
[The script seems somewhat old fashioned. The years have made it more legible but you can still see the stiff pen strokes that may have suggested a later learner of writing. Old habits do die hard.]
It seems the stability of this place is just as haphazard as it's residents. From what I can see the few people I've met are still here, not that it would make too much of a difference if they did disappear I barely know them. Besides I'm used to people leaving. As someone else so eloquently put it. That's the nature of life. People come and go...get used to it.
Sylar, is everything alright with you?
((OOC: The above was crossed out in the journal after Lestat remembered what a stir it was going to cause.))
It seems the stability of this place is just as haphazard as it's residents. From what I can see the few people I've met are still here, not that it would make too much of a difference if they did disappear I barely know them. Besides I'm used to people leaving. As someone else so eloquently put it. That's the nature of life. People come and go...get used to it.
Sylar, is everything alright with you?
((OOC: The above was crossed out in the journal after Lestat remembered what a stir it was going to cause.))