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Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Shit.
That's all I have to say.
Girl goes to sleep and wakes up with a fucking monster standing at the foot of her bed. At least Leon made sure (I hope to God it was Leon) to keep my gun under my pillow. The thing was just standing there, watching me. I... it was kinda like... back in Raccoon?
Claire is unamused and cranky and I want my brother.
...hmph. Leon? Chris...? You guys out there?
Current mood:  cranky
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Billy's back?
...hee.
Current mood:  sore
Sunday, November 20, 2005
I feel... like a semitruck is blasting its horn and revving its engine in my skull.
( Private )
How did I get here?
Current mood:  drained
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Claire really has been wonderful company, though she isn't available at the moment to comment on our little rendezvous this afternoon. Hence my post in her journal. I trust you'll take my word that we had a wonderful time.
It seems that Ms. Redfield isn't feeling too well at the moment, however, so it would probably be in her best interest if you picked her up in the alley two blocks down from where Fresh Foods is located on Main Street. I would drop her off myself, but, as I'm sure you're both aware, I'm a very busy man.
Sincerely,
Albert Wesker
OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT.
Yeah, FYI: I AM UNAMUSED.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Friday, November 4, 2005
This place isn't so bad once you get the hang of it. Plus, with the potential of going home...
I guess the most important question at this point would be: Where's a bar that isn't a strip joint?
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
There's guides. About these portal things. They're confusing, but it looks like... They're MALL MAPS or something, of all those portals people are chattering about.
And male models? TOTALLY ROCK.
Monday, October 24, 2005
No. I'm serious.
First that tower bullshit, and that whole PAIN thing, and then I wake up in the middle of a high school cafeteria? Full armed, mind you, and instead of them running and screaming, I find myself surrounded by the dorksquad, asking me questions and crap. Yes, I guarantee I have guns bigger than yours, kids, and I'm a better shot too.
Ick, and have some of these kids never heard of an iron? Or soap?
I don't miss high school at all. It doesn't help this place is freaking HUGE.
Current mood:  grumpy Current music: The sound of thousands of teenagers ANGSTING
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
HA, Impulse!!
Current mood:  amused
Thursday, May 19, 2005
7:37PM
At the bar... It reminds me of J's Bar, back in Raccoon. Except the crowd wasn't so... weird. In about two seconds, I'm shrieking like a fucking banshee for Reno-boy.
RENO. Your gun-bunny is here!
Holy shit, is that Jack Daniel's I see? Sweet.
Current mood:  chipper
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
8:20PM
Leon is an ass. And I wanna make out with Coen again. Yeah, you heard me--AGAIN. Feel free to be jealous.
But what is this I hear about a bar? I'm told it's a bad thing when Redfields drink, because Chris and I are... well, we love to party. Whoo. Billy--if you're not with me, you're against me. It'll be just like college! But... not!
Oh, and PS: I still have a shitload of things that go -boom- people. I wanna share.
Current mood: amused
Saturday, March 19, 2005
10:37AM
Aw shit aw shit aw shit why Billy?
Head-wall-head-wall-head-wall.
God, my ribs burn. Jill? For the love of God, we're trying to find you! Like... blow something up!
Current mood: cranky
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Anyday, boys.
Actually, no, wait a sec.
Actually, I'm going to leave Leon's and my attache cases here. I just heard someone scream. In pain? Sure. I'm taking four guns with me, so don't worry about my arms. Just someone please come get the cases so the rest of these weapons will be safe?
Oh man, another yell, it sounds like a child I gotta go.
Sunday, March 6, 2005
10:19AM
...............!!!
You know, it's one thing to run into a Licker. It's one thing to run into a man that wants you and your brother dead, but not before he plays with your mind.
It's another thing when you go to find an old comrade at some apartments, and she and some girl have a monster chasing after them that the girl keeps calling "Daddy".
I'll feel sorry for the girl--after we stop that crazy thing. Good thing I have these incendiary grenades. Burn, baby, burn.
Current mood: cynical
Saturday, March 5, 2005
How the fuck am I supposed to find Jill if everything keeps changing! And I'm about two minutes away from lighting a building on fire to cut through all this fog.
I'd take a mission in the middle East dressed like a hooker over this.
But at least whatever happened was kind enough to happen when I was mid-mission, so I am fully-fucking-armed. (I'm glad Chris can't see all the cussing.)
Tactical vest, check. My baby, the .40 Caliber, check. Knife, check. Grenades, check. Rope, check. 9 mill, check. Variousotherweaponsyoudon'tneedtoknowabout, CHECK.
Who wants to be my best friend?
Current mood:  crazy
Friday, March 4, 2005
4:59AM
I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS BUT GET IT THE FUCK OFF ME ITS BITING ME
Ow!!
I blame Wesker!!!1
Thursday, March 3, 2005
Medication rocks.
So do video game inns. I want mine rat flail.
My ribs hurt. Despite the medication, that's expected though, it's not like I haven't had a rib injury before.
Hnn. Okay, so, like, I've done some searching on the computer in here (how a computer is in a tavern is beyond me) and a lot of people are talking about having found no one?
Well, it looks like I'll have to find -them-.
[EDIT]
Holy crap, I just went outside and it looked nothing like it did yesterday. Yesterday it was a really creepy neighborhood, this morning it's foggy and creepy, but looks like grassy field or something? What the hell?
I want my beer.
Current mood:  confused
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