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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:43 pm
June 7
Four weeks. Four long, tedious, bored-out-of-my-skull weeks of watching the road in and out of Midgar. I've started doodling on the wall behind my post as to not totally lose it, but if Tseng finds out, I'm DEAD.
The drawings aren't much, just a showcase of my total HATRED for Cloud I'm-a-hero-but-oh-oops-I'm-too-emo-to-do-anything Strife. How does a loser like him, not only almost get accepted into SOLDIER, but beat SEPHIROTH for crissakes? He proably can't even get up in the morning due to extreme emo-ness.
edit: Yeah, Tseng found this when I fell asleep yesterday, so I have to kinda explain this. Aeris's death was a huge blow to us who like living, thank you very much. But there comes a time where you have to say, 'Damn that sucked, but at least I'm still breathing.'
Tseng licks his frigging boots, just like everyone else in this dumbass town. I don't even want to talk about what Rufus does. Or Mr. Shin-Ra, like Tseng told me to call him. I personally think he should just rot for the hell his company (and mine now, DAMNIT) put us all in.
To where we had to bring Cloud in. That's how bad it got.
Ravanel
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 4:48 pm
June 27
Well, I'll be damned. That idiot came through. Whoopdee frigging doo. I haven't written in so long due to there being a slight national emergrency.
If I haven't cleared up exactly WHY I'm writing this, now I can.
The name's Ravanel. No last name, no actual home, just Ravanel. tseng and the other Turks have been like my second family. Tseng mostly. But I just discovered a particular red-head. he faced that Yazoo guy and nearly won. That's pretty damn awesome. If I do say so myself.
Here's to hoping he'll notice me back.
Ravanel
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 4:25 pm
June 29
Well, damn.
That's all I have TIME to say. Rufus is, as I write, throwing a huge b***h fit, so I have to go down and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.
Since when was I his babysitter?? He's at LEAST a decade older than me! Goddamn Turks.
Ravanel.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:57 pm
It's hard for me to write now. Remeber the b***h-fit I said rufus was having?
It went to hell FAST. Turns out he found out about the drawings. Sounds bad right? Well ,when your boss has someone break your drawing arm, its WORSE. I wanted to quit, but what will I do? Where will I go? This WAS my home. Tseng..that Wutaian a*****e. He just stood there while Rude snapped my arm like a twig. I hate them. I hate them all. Forget the red-head. He's Rufus's b***h. Literally.
Why?
That's what I want to know. I know, defacing shin-ra poperty, but ,God, breaking my WEAPON ARM? Is Rufus INSANE?
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:17 pm
((this is going to tie into Zanaki's))
You'll never believe me ,diary. I honest to god can say if I was hearing what hapened I'd put me in a insane asylum.
I was doing my usual patrols ,one in the morning, once after lunch and twice after dinner, right before I sleep ,of the main shin-ra building. My weapon arm may be useless, but I can still literally kick some serious a**. Looking in hojo's lab during my night patrol, making sure there wasn't anything leaking or on fire, I found something.
No, someone.
I wasn't sure I should be seeing this. No ,I'm DAMN sure I shouldn't have seen it...him. He was asleep, since it was nightfall. I couldn't help but think 'Sephiroth' but this boy was too small to be the god-incarnate. Plus, as far as anyone knows, the lug is dead as a doorknob (but you never know.)
Yeah, I met Sephiroth once .I was seven, basically adopted by Tseng and the guys (freaking traitors) already. He was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. If it is possible for a seven year old to be in love with a grown man, that's what happened. Then he lost it and started killing people. Not exactly love-material, y'know?
I ran before I could wake him, somewhat lightened by seeing him.
Because he needed help. Anyone in Hojo's clutches does. Translation: He needed me. And I'll admit, I needed to be..needed, no matter how atrociously corny that sounds.
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