043 - FILTERED FROM JIM (using the raw power of his hatred)

[major_west]

I'm not used to people looking out for me. It's a funny sort of role reversal. This entire experience has been one strange, mad event after another and I don't know who I am anymore I feel out of sorts.

I don't know if I want to be here anymore.

Well. Anyway. The door's back.


[OOC: AS USUAL, whenever people get too close to him, he freaks out and pulls away. Strikes can be deciphered if you really care enough to squint]

Comments

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Doing much better. Can you tell?

You've no need to apologize. If I had published a story I would have seen the same outcry. There were plenty that wanted me dead before that last one came out.

That's the trouble with being yourself and dealing with fear. Integrity may be worth dying for but it's still not the most enjoyable of choices.

Private

[major-west.livejournal.com]

It does look less scribbly.

True.

For all my rudeness when we first met... I really did admire you.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I've had worse things said to me, believe me. Thank you.

Private

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I suspect.

So... how are you feeling, overall? Still bedridden?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I get up and about when Romana isn't here to tell me not to. I feel a lot weaker. But I'm getting better. At least my head doesn't hurt anymore. At least so long as I don't touch it.

Private

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Would you like some company?

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I would adore a little company, Henry

Private - I'm assuming this takes place before he made his date with Horrible

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I'll be right over.