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| 05:38pm 22/04/2003 |
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mood:  contemplative
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Who doesn't love camping? Well, I'm getting a bit of a distaste for it, myself. Too easy for people to jump out of the shadows. Lost my tazer...kind of a negative experience, I guess, seeing as how Jack and Chris got shot. Ah, they're fine, chill out. Fr. Sam took us out in the van to grab some equipment that had been abandoned in the woods. Well, the van got smashed up, I got held at gunpoint, a scuffle, and never got the equipment. It looked very interesting, too. Of more concern at the moment is a woman Tar had some interest in, named Rebecca. Said that she had a lot of potential energy, but she didn't know how to convert it into useful energy yet. I lost track of her...I hope she's okay. I get the feeling I may run into her again. |
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| Welcome to the Metallic Party |
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| 11:27pm 23/03/2003 |
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mood:  giddy
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The meeting the other night was pretty cool. Father Sam seems like a good organizer, a guy with his head on his shoulders, and the other new guys - Frankie, Jack, and Tar - seem pretty capable too. And Jacob, another Scientist, he's really impressive. We got into a bit of a scrap when helping out one of Frankie's buddies, but we persevered and pulled through! And pulled some fun stunts while we did it. I liked when I jammed that girl's gun with wood. Anyway, we're not entirely decided yet, but it looks like we're going to be a team! Task force of sorts. Sounds like fun. Picked up a new toy, too, a tazer. I need to fiddle with it, see how it works! |
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| Looks like it works |
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| 07:21pm 25/02/2003 |
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mood:  pleased
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Hey everyone, I'm Billy, welcome to my journal! I guess I'll be posting a few things here...you know, if anything interesting ever happens. Catch you later! |
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