I'm starting to think that things were better off the way they used to be back home.

[The page is bent in such a way that indicates the journal is horribly dented, which also indicates that said journal must've undergone several violent impacts of some sort, as if someone had taken it and beaten the owner across the head soundly.]

Che. First a clipboard. Now a journal.

I also do not appreciate waking up to discover my journal ( Read more... )

I...

I'm still alive...

I'm holding a meeting at the Exorcist's home and I would...appreciate it if you all attend. This concerns a situation that is Order business ONLY, and would much rather not discuss in the journals ( Read more... )

[strike-outs are completely unreadable. In fact, it's hard to tell if there are any letters underneath all the blacking out at all.]

FUCK THIS SHIT! If anybody needs me, I will be locking myself in my room in the Exorcist's house until that man leaves. I don't particularly care how he exits, so long as he is GONE ( Read more... )

[strikes completely unreadable]

For any doctors in the area.

I seem to have torn a ligament in my right knee.

No doubt that girl is going to give me an earful for this. Che.

I should have never, ever gone to that ball.

Lenalee...

I want a fuckin' strawberry! >:[

[ooc: Just so that there is no confusion, this journal is set during the afternoon just before the ball. Yeah, both Kanda and Lenalee are out of commission right now so, yeah, we're bored. XDD]

*rubbing his sores and wiping the blood from various wounds*

...stupid girl.

Hmm....

You know, it's amazing.

For a place that condones peace and love and all other things warm and fuzzy...

*admires new katana*

I found a weapons shop.

>)