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major_west[Late at night, most people are in bed, but not the Major. He's been running on insomnia since Venice! If anybody were to check up on what the good Major's been writing, all they'd find is a bunch of scribbles. Of course, there are some words underneath them, for those who are in the mood to squint really hard and decipher them]
I don't want to dream anymore. I just see their faces. nononono not the boys the others. The sick diseased infected people I've killed I can't even tell if they're really human or not anymore. How can I remember their faces? they shouldn't have faces
animals. that's what they were. ANIMALS wearing the faces of our family our neighbours our friends enemies children lovers survivors didn't need to be infected to become animals too. should have shot him myself. why didn't I? Shoot the women too.
People kill people. ALWAYS The infection didn't change it, just made it go faster.
wish they'd never come. We could have survived, all of us. Even...
I did it I killed him-- no no i just ordered it done-- and he wasn't even infected.
oh god
We were mates once, before it all went to shit but in the end I hated you so much. you were going to ruin everything. You and them.
we needed morale.
can't sleep don't want to close my eyes and see them
in the end you were right. they were watching the simpsons out there.
I hate you.
Edit:
Right. So, poker game. Let's start one. Better than a band, anyway.
[OOC: Basically, to bide the time while his coherency's going all mushy from lack of sleep, the Major's just going to keep writing a bunch of crap similar to the above, then cross it out and start a new line. The man seriously needs a hobby.]
animals. that's what they were. ANIMALS wearing the faces of our family our neighbours our friends enemies children lovers survivors didn't need to be infected to become animals too. should have shot him myself. why didn't I? Shoot the women too.
People kill people. ALWAYS The infection didn't change it, just made it go faster.
wish they'd never come. We could have survived, all of us. Even...
I did it I killed him-- no no i just ordered it done-- and he wasn't even infected.
oh god
We were mates once, before it all went to shit but in the end I hated you so much. you were going to ruin everything. You and them.
we needed morale.
can't sleep don't want to close my eyes and see them
in the end you were right. they were watching the simpsons out there.
I hate you.
Edit:
Right. So, poker game. Let's start one. Better than a band, anyway.
[OOC: Basically, to bide the time while his coherency's going all mushy from lack of sleep, the Major's just going to keep writing a bunch of crap similar to the above, then cross it out and start a new line. The man seriously needs a hobby.]
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Date: 2008-07-15 01:40 pm (UTC)Why are you talking back?Oh oh fucking hell.Shouldn't you be asleep right now and not flipping through your journal?
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Date: 2008-07-15 04:28 pm (UTC)I was off to grab me some doodling paper. Then BAM. More lines across the page than War and bloody Peace.
You writing a book or something?
Look. Do us a favour, and keep it to yourself next time, eh? Haven't you figured out how to make it private yet?
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Date: 2008-07-15 04:40 pm (UTC)lity toadraddress me properly?Yeah its a real hidden masterpiece i'm writing.
I guessI forgot about the lack of privacy hereno subject
Date: 2008-07-15 04:48 pm (UTC)I think I'll ask people to address me as 'Detective Chief Inspector Gene Hunt', from now on. Has a nice ring to it.
Too bad it's all scribbly, eh?
Yeah.
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Date: 2008-07-15 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-15 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-15 04:57 pm (UTC)[OOC: I lol'ed!]
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:04 pm (UTC)Cockney. Huh.
You from London?
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:14 pm (UTC)Yeah. why?
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:20 pm (UTC)Just cos it works. Cock-ney, Hen-ry. Nowt intellectual.
... Ponce.
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:22 pm (UTC)fuckin tosser.
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:37 pm (UTC)Aye, you caught me. But then unlike some, I don't toss off other blokes. So I can't really complain.
Not a very happy-chappy without the drink, are you?
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:43 pm (UTC)No. I'm unhappy cos I cant sleep.
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:56 pm (UTC)Oh right.
...
Why? What's up?
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Date: 2008-07-15 06:03 pm (UTC)get a couple hours but not much. Drinking or pills-- nothing works.
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Date: 2008-07-15 06:10 pm (UTC)Maybe exercise? Or... I dunno.
How about organizing a late night shebang? Think someone mentioned a poker night the other day. Get a big one going, and play till your eyelids give you the two fingers.
I dunno. But sitting in your room ain't going to do you much good, is it?
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Date: 2008-07-15 06:29 pm (UTC)...good idea. Yeah. I'll see what I can do.