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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:02 pm
The journal before you has been well-cared for. It is bound in smooth, light-blue leather.
A string of similar leather circles around to keep the crisp pages protected.
Around the edge along the front and back cover and binding, there seems to be hardened stone.
Upon closer inspection, you find that it is something else. Not only that, a large gem is inset in the center of the front cover.
They are the same, and in the light they sparkle along the bends. It is a precious gem, one perfect multi-colored garnet.
Along the binding is spelled one word in wavy script: "Plato" -Sacrifice image
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:21 pm
1.22.07
Your Herald has left his home and decided to stay with you instead.
Why did he leave? What was his previous Guardian like? Was he escaping something? Why did he chose you? Did you two know each other previously or did you meet randomly? What are his thoughts of you? Does he regret his decision? Is he, at this point, planning on starying with you indefinately or is this just supposed to be a temporary arrangement?
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:30 pm
 FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
This journal is the property of:
_____Plato______
If lost, please return to this address:
____Forget it, man,____
__you'd never find me.__
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:30 pm
Hey. Figure I'd better use the first page of this thing for something, so it might as well be to let you know who the heck I am. So, allow me to INTRODUCE myself!
My name's Plato. Well, uh... sorta. I just go by Plato. No one really has a problem with that, so if you do, then you can just stuff it. I don't give my real name out to just anyone, and no one uses it, so oh-effing-well. I'm... well, old enough, so you can forget the rest. Years don't really matter when you're a cool little freak-of-nature like me. But let's see, I live... uh.....
You know, who the hell came up with these questions as a "get to know you" sorta deal? None of that's anything I wanna write down, so you can just sit and wonder.
Anyway. I'm sure you're just dying to know who I am and what I look like, and what sorta crazy guy would start calling himself a name based off of some dead philosopher that no one really cares about anymore, even if we have to pretend to in order to get good grades. So, for the sake of easing your curiosity, I'll try and tell you a little about myself. Bear with me, here; I'm not really a talkative sort, so if I'm a bit rambling, you know why.
I like dogs. Not the little ones; the big guys, solid ones. Saint Bernards, Great Danes, Sheepdogs. Little yappy terriers just aren't my style, I want one that's big, one that could probably squish me if it weren't careful. I'm gonna get one someday, too, just you watch. Probably someday when I have a little money, though, so that I can take care of it. Not much point in having a big dog like that if you're gonna be the only thing it has to eat.
And yeah, cuz I'm sure you're so damn curious, I'm broke. Broke broke broke, like a toaster crossing paths with a sledgehammer (heh, those were good times, too). I'm sorta on my own right now. There was a bad situation, I decided to leave it, and now I'm in a less bad situation. Pretty much clears that up, so you can stop wondering.
Oh! And just cuz I'm sure that you, my curious friend, want to know a little about how I look- here, I got a picture.
Enjoy. Covet. But if we meet face-to-face or whatever, then understand: you touch, you die. Capiche? I like my personal space, thank you kindly.
I guess you could call me vain, in some ways. I like to look nice. I can't always pull it off, but I like my nails neat and trim, I like my hair brushed and conditioned, I like my skin smooth and even. Sometimes I get a few raised eyebrows cuz of it, but hey, if that's the price to pay for looking this good? Hell yeah I'll pay it!
I like to write, and I like to draw. I'm not that good at either, but it keeps me busy. Which is why I got you, journal; now I've got someplace to write and draw, rather than, y'know, losing it on the back of a napkin at Denny's.
I suppose I don't have a lot of pals right now. Had a few when I was a kid, but hey, we all grew up, and sorta realized we had nothing in common. I got a lot of friends that I sort of have, people I know, but no one really close. Heartbreaking? Nah. It's not that big a deal, really. People come and people go, y'know?
Well, uh... I guess I'm back to spouting random things about myself to fill up the page. So let's see... uh. I like hypothetical situations, and problem-solving and all that jazz. I've been in a fistfight or two, never really won, but didn't exactly lose either. I prefer to keep mellow, but I guess people can make me angry if they try. I don't really watch a lot of TV or anything, so I tend to be a little behind on popular news, so I don't usually get to chat much on those ends.
What else...? My favorite place that I've ever been is this little island way to the west, called Kuru. I lived there around a year, actually, it was a really nice place to grow up in. Total tourist trap, though, don't go there with money unless you want to come out without it. I've had two sweeties, one named Brenda when I was just an ickle little thing (aforementioned "growing up and having nothing in common"), and a wild sort of girl named Rose that I, uh, sorta ditched a few months back. Don't give me that look, though, I really regret that....
But feh. Anyway. I think that's more than enough trivia to make you bored. Any other questions you have about me, you can wait to have answered another day. For now, journal, I'm almost at the bottom of the page, and that's all I wanted for today. So good night!
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:30 pm
All right, I'm ready to write some more, now.
Let's talk FAMILY, I guess. This'll be an awfully short entry, but heck, why not?
I grew up over on Kuru Island. It's this little place way to the west, with lots of beach and even more out-of-towners. It's not really a five-star place... I mean, not like Gambino or whatever. You think of "tropical getaway" when you think of Kuru, more than anything else. There're lots of people who claim to be natives and dance around wearing little clothing, and people pay them lots of money to do it. I mean, I guess I can't complain; I like the clothing style, it's really comfortable. I'm just sayin', the real natives probably wouldn't sell themselves out for a quick buck.
Anyway. I showed up around a year or two ago, I guess... I never kept track of the date, and it's a little hard for me to find out now, so it's sort of a losing situation either way. The guy that found me was this elf, right? His name was frickin' long, but he always had me call him Father, so it didn't really matter to me. Everyone else called him Aerd, I know that much for sure. He ran a stall selling all these little island trinkets, little pieces of jewelry and coconuts carved into faces and whatnot. So, I guess I show up- I dunno if it was really me, or more like an ancestor or something, it's all really confusing to me- and so I guess he figures he has to give something up to save this wingless thing that he found.
All I can say at this point is- thank God he didn't sacrifice one of the damn coconuts. Those things are hideous.
So, I lived with Aerd and his family. They pretty much took me in as one of their own for a good while- it was him, Eruanna his wife, and his daughter Siladhiel. It was all pretty good.... But yeah, that sorta thing doesn't last forever, and we took different paths. Enough said there.
I don't really have a family beyond that, I guess. People say I ought to find someone to look after me, maybe head to a shelter if nothing else, but I think I handle myself pretty well. Life could be better sometimes, but that's true for anyone, right?
(Oh, yeah, and because I know you're thinking it- yes, my real name is in Elvish. No, I'm not telling you what it is.)
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:30 pm
Okay, journal! Topic of the day: FRIENDS!
Uh....
Well, ********. This was a bad idea. Maybe I should try making some before I try and write about them. To the next page, I guess.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
Haha, here's one where I can't go wrong! Let me tell you a little bit about where my WANDERINGS have taken me this week, huh?
Right now, I'm in this busy little town. I think it's sorta a nexus around here; it's called Barton Town. Lots of people, lots of residences. It's really frickin' cold here right now, though. No, you don't understand. I'm walking around in a piece of white cloth, and it's snowing. It's REALLY FREAKING COLD HERE RIGHT NOW. I'm thinking I ought to head up north, back to Gambino... it's a little breezy there, sure, but it's still tons better than down here! But yeah, there's really no good way to turn around, so I've really got no choice. Either it's Barton, or I head off to another town, and I don't want to be stuck hoofing it to someplace new in this weather. God, though- if I don't freeze to death by the end of the winter, it'll be a miracle!
All things considered, I'm definitely thinking I need to find a place around here to crash, at least until it warms up in a few months. No particular luck with that so far, though. I dunno... I want a place to stay, but I don't want the commitment to stay there. You know how that goes? I got way too much on my plate to handle that. What's a guy to do, I ask ya?
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
Uh.... well, I'm trying to think of what to write for you, friend, but I really can't think of anything worth writing about. I've got a few things in my BACKPACK I could talk about, I guess.
Let's see... first off, I suppose I ought to explain my clothes, huh? Look, I know it looks weird to mainlanders, but this is seriously the way most people dressed where I grew up, all right? It's sort of a Greek rip-off that looked "authentic", I guess. They gave it an inane name in the supposed native tongue, but I'm not stupid. I know that the people on the island just picked it up so that they could con more money out of people. But you know what? All that considered, I still like it, so that's enough of that.
Now, let's see, what else do I have in there... I got this nifty ninety-nine cent hairbrush, a few pencils, uh... a couple granola bars, some change... toothpaste, toothbrush, a whole mess of shampoos and conditioners I got from this lady who worked at a hotel....
I guess I don't really have a lot, huh? I'm not exactly overflowing with possessions, and I guess I never really got anything sentimental before I headed out from home. Other than the clothes. I'm keeping the goddamn clothes, stop giving me a hard time already! Sheesh!
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
I know I said this before, journal, but someday- just you wait- I'm gonna get a dog. A big one. I dunno what I'll name it, but it's gonna be my buddy. Who knows?- maybe I'll get an entire herd of dogs. Pack. Whatever.
Anyway, I want to hold onto this page for the eventuality that I'm gonna get my PETS, so don't mind the empty space.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:31 pm
When most people make a journal, I guess they want to read it from front to back someday. But me? Not so much. I like being able to keep track of events. So I'm holding onto this page as an INDEX, so I can keep track of the things that happen to me and list them off here, along with what page they're on, so I can find them more easily later on. How's THAT for foresight!
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:32 pm
All right, I'm not so good at these things... but I was talking with this old guy today, right? And he was telling me all about his life, yada yada, and anyway, the conversation ended with him trying to remember if he joined the Army before or after he met his wife. (It was a bit of a boring conversation, anyway). But the point is, I don't wanna forget like that. So I'm gonna try and make a TIMELINE of my life, so I can keep my facts straight. For whatever good it does.
??/??/05: Showed up and all that.
??/??/05: Taken in by Aerd's family.
??/??/05: Became a devilishly handsome little boy.
??/??/06: Met an elven girl named Brenda. We started hanging out, and had a puppy-dog sort of unofficial dating thing going on.
??/??/06: I grew up and became a teenager. Brenda didn't, and won't for another hundred years or so. Life sucked.
09/??/06: Hooked up with Rose.
??/??/06: Stuff happened. Don't ask me what, it's none of your business, just suffice it to say- crazy ******** times.
10/??/06: Left home.
10/??/06: Bummed around Gambino.
12/31/06: s**t happens, life goes on.
01/21/07: Came to Barton Town.
I'll add in more as I remember it, or as I have stuff to add. For now, though, there you go! My life in a nutshell!
... Man, that's a little depressing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:32 pm
HAYAAAAYA. DISCLAIMER TIME!!!!!!!!!
THIS EIHI MY DIARY, YOU GOT THAT PIUNK????
MINE
OH MY GOD I"m sooooooooooooo ******** DRUNK HAHAHA
IF YOUR NAME AIN'T PLATO, YOU DON'T tOUCH THIS DIARY
OH. AND THE WAY I LOOK? TTOALY COPYRIGHTED. IT BELONGS TO SOME CHICK. I DUNNO HER NAME RIGHT NOW. BLACK DUVET- YEAH. SHE TOOK THE PICTURE. THE ONW WHERE I'M ******** HOT, RIGHT? NO ONE ELSE IS ALlowrREED TO BE THAT HOT. HAHAHAAHA
I'M GOING TO GO DRINKA SOME MORE BUT THIS THING HAD BETTeR ******** BE HERE THE WAY I LFET IT WHEN I GET BACK, OKAY?!!!!!!
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