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Viscount Greenleaf Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 8:53 am
Today (Wednesday 28th of Feb, 2007) mr. Steal has started treatment, in accordance with court order # 2021. He is taking pills for his mild cases of depression that could cause self injury. We've started him on opium gas, expecting results immediatly. Side effects include (but are not limited to) optical insanity, seeing things that aren't there.
We wish Steal the best of luck. If his behaviour fails to improve, he will be sent to the Happy Home for.. severe treatment. Please don't post here without the patient's permission.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 4:12 pm
I have never been the kind that has been able to keep my paws to myself. In both the literal and figurative senses of the phrase. So upon coming to this hospital I have often gotten into things that I had no right being in. Needless to say it was a surprise when, rather than being pushed to the side and told to get out of things, I was finally handed something of my own.
Zak wasn't happy though.
For those that don't know Zak, he is my best friend. He is all shiney and nice, but he bites alot. When I am down, Zak is there and he lets all the sadness out. His slick silver edges cut away all the pain.
Then again, I guess that makes sense. He is an exacto knife. I had been carrying him around for a long time. Ever since the sadness came.
But this new thing is supposed to make the sadness go away. Make me happy again and able to be with others. I know cause that is what Mr. Vis's place does. It is why I came here. Mr. Vis makes me feel nicer too. He is always kind.
Then he gave me the swirly. I still haven't opened it. It is so pretty and I just want to look at it, but what is inside should help.
I wanted candy and got this, so I guess it is as good as candy, and I should use this and it will.. it will help right?
Zak is calling...... I hope the pretty helps....
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 8:23 am
Steal Steal peered at the bottle curiously for a while before finally cracking the seal on it. It looked so interesting and so tempting. How he had resisted it so long was beyond him.
In his mind the angry murmurs of Zak started to tumble about. Each time he touched the bottle the voice had started to yell, and only recently was he able to actually hold it. It seemed the permisson Zak had granted only went so far as to let him touch the bottle. Opening it was a violation.
Winceing he lifted the bottle to his face, letting the mist inside of it curl around him. "Tickles.." He said in his usual mild voice. It seemed almost as though this substance wasn't natural. Yet it was supposed to be.
Almost immediately Zak's grumbles reached a crecendo, actually forming angry words of accusation in his mind. Yelling at him that he was trying to kill his friend.
"Not true!" Steal blurted the words out loud, though no one would have heard what Zak had said.
With cheeks flushing he repeated himself in a soft whisper before lifting the bottle again. "I was told to take this.. it would.. it would help to make you treat me better..... I think..."
Is that what it would do? Or was Zak right.. was it really intended to kill him? Steal As the gas' influence wrapped around Steal, the words from Zak went more and more silent, until he was left sitting in relative serenity. It was as though nothing would ever touch him there, and if it did, it would only be in a good way.
"Maybe this will be good on Zak too.." Steal mused, looking down at the now silent blade on his knee.
Zak made no comment. It was as though for the time being the blade was asleep or throwing a fit.
"Poo.. well if he wont speak to me who will?" Rising from where he had suddenly sat on the floor, Steal slid Zak into his back pocket and hugged the bottle to his chest looking for someone to speak to. Steal Steal sighed and looked around. He couldn't even find where the bottles of sparklies were hidden anymore. It seemed that if nothing else about him, Vis had realized that he tended to hide under things and eat the sparkly pills.
From time to time that had caused problems with Steal being found the next day crying from a stomach ache among other things.
"No sparklies..." He sighed and contined walking around, the bottle feeling warm in his hands. With nothing else to do he sat down on a soft and stared into the swirling mists inside the bottle. "No matter how many times I open this.. it still seems full."
How strange that was. One would think it would have gotten more empty from the time he opened it. Nope, just as full and just as pretty. "Lonely... you can't talk to me and Zak is.. being mean."
He bowed his head and sighed. "where is everyone?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 10:29 am
After a long break, I was told my treatments would have to start again. I guess that is a good thing, only I lost my bottle. It took a long time to find it, but it seemed somehow Zak made it roll away again.
The same pretty sparkly stuff is inside and it smells so nice. It makes me sleepy though. Is that normal? It makes me want to curl up, and it feels like when the bottle is open something is standing over me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 1:52 am
I have been trying to assist Steal as well as possible, but he seems somewhat resistant at the moment. It may have to do with chaos in his outside life. I am not so certain how to get my message across to him without scaring the poor boy. It does not help that he still uses that strange blade as a kind of crutch...
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:00 am
I am getting rather bothered with the fact that Steal's other friend seems to be taking more and more of an influence on him. This being so distressful is leading me to want to take more affirmative and somewhat, dangerous action. I am thinking of stealing Zak and hiding him where Steal can no longer find him. This is going to be hard though, as I am little more than mist. I will find a way though.
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