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[thisduchess]

Fuck this place and the horse that it rode in on.

Day 50
Your Name: Diana.
Suicidal Ideation: 0/10.
Homicidal Ideation: 10/10.
Amount of Sleep Last Night: What's it matter?
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: None.
Moods Experienced Today: Rage, want.
Mood Triggers: Thieves.
Significant Thoughts of the Day: Idiots.
Favorite Time of Day and Why:

Comments

[whats_a_legend]

...cigarettes...?

[ooc: considering no one's volunteered yet and I know Jean-Baptiste has to get on Diana's bad side anyway, could he have taken them? For the smell. He'd be distilling them in his room now.]

[thisduchess]

Yeah, what do ya know about them?

[ooc: Sounds like a deal to me! The triangle between these three is epic.]

[whats_a_legend]

They smell... interesting. Different from the ones people smoked in my hometown. People there rolled them themselves, and they didn't come in this interesting boxes...

[thisduchess]

Wait, you have my cigarettes? Are you kidding me?

You..

You're really looking to get on my bad side, aren't you?

[sadistic_laugh]

CRAAAWWWLLLINNGGG IIINN MYYY SKIIIINNNN!!!.

No, seriously.. kids these days are so idiotic. Either the school system is completely in ruins, or you're just mentally disabled. :)

[strngrthnuthnk]

Mr. Napier! Do not demean or belittle your fellow patients.

[sadistic_laugh]

Why the fuck.. BUZZ OFF, PINK BUTT. This is between me and this wanna-be-bitch. I mean.. the whole underage badass thing is sooo five years ago.

[strngrthnuthnk]

Mr. Napier, watch what you say and who you say it to! It could get you in severe trouble!