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« Thread started on: Aug 2nd, 2006, 9:49pm »

Wesley's journal is a currently empty, leather-covered, brand new, pocket-sized, little black book. (From New York smiley)
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« Reply #1 on: Aug 3rd, 2006, 10:40am »

My birthday is coming up in a few days.
What have I accomplished in thirty years?

Eh, who am I kidding, I'm a big screw-up.

Clauden is alright. I met some people. The sheriff Clay Hallow, Mrs. Ellis, a French boy and his sister, Alexandrea Fontain and some other people, one a man who was wearing make-up.

The inconclusive ending of this journal entry happens now.
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« Reply #2 on: Aug 8th, 2006, 9:52pm »

An insurance salesman poisoned Ms. Fontain's fruits because she declined his insurance. What's more, she ate one of the poisoned fruits. Hopefully she's okay; I think she is. I saw an advertisement on the town's message board saying something about a body guard for hire. Maybe I will suggest it to her.

Also, there was a body in the cemetery and I was the lucky one who found it. The throat had been torn out. It looked like a murder, but I'm not one to decide. Hopefully I hear more news about this in the near future.

I almost played cards with a woman tonight, but I was too tired. I can't get the suspicion out of my mind that she was trying to cheat, though...

So far in Clauden, I think Ms. Fontain is the only one who really knows me very well.

That's really all. Really.
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« Reply #3 on: Aug 16th, 2006, 4:12pm »

Ms. Miakoda Cassidy, the magician, stepped into my office today! She watched me do an interview with Gohby Tween and later I took a walk with her. She's very interesting. It amazes me that Ms. Cassidy would ever come to a town like Clauden, but I suppose it is rather exciting, in a morbid kind of way.

Alexandrea (as I call her now... she doesn't seem to mind) surprised me today. Not only did she bring in apples, but she also said she enjoyed talking to me. What's more, in her wording, she said that the "quirks" made me more interesting.

I'm always surprised when someone wants to talk to me, but this was something else. Everyone's always said the opposite...even Marie. It makes me really happy to hear that...
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« Reply #4 on: Aug 19th, 2006, 4:12pm »


Apparentely Mr. Tween wrote false letters pretending to be my ex-wife and then burned down Alexandrea's fruit stand.

Mr. Allemande says he wants the journalist job.

There is a lot more information I would like to write down, but I shall be making journal entries rather limited for the sake of the security of Ms. Cassidy, Alexandrea and myself. I feel now that even my emotions may be used against me.
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« Reply #5 on: Aug 26th, 2006, 5:26pm »


I would like to go home, but the closest thing I have to one is my room in the inn. I believe tonight I will go there and stay there until the sun dies.

And now, a poem...

"I had a guinea golden --
I lost it in the sand --
And tho' the sum was simple
And pounds were in the land --
Still, had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye --
That when I could not find it --
I sat me down to sigh.

I had a crimson Robin --
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away --

Time brought me other Robins --
Their ballads were the same --
Still, for my missing Troubador
I kept the "house at hame."

I had a star in heaven --
One "Pleiad" was its name --
And when I was not heeding,
It wandered from the same.
And tho' the skies are crowded --
And all the night ashine --
I do not care about it --
Since none of them are mine.

My story has a moral --
I have a missing friend --
"Pleiad" its name, and Robin,
And guinea in the sand.
And when this mournful ditty
Accompanied with tear --
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here --
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind --
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find."

Emily Dickinson
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« Reply #6 on: Sep 6th, 2006, 6:08pm »


I think that... everything's going to get a lot better. For Alexandrea, I mean. Hopefully.

She's my best friend. I don't know what I would do without her.
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« Reply #7 on: Sep 24th, 2006, 8:39pm »

I will never again doubt the existence of giant worms... but this one didn't quite seem like a worm to me. There was something disproportioned about it.
Long story short, a worm came through the floor of Bell Tavern and Larghetto was upset that people shot it.

I left my journal at Alex's house, and when she gave it back there was a note in the cover from Gohby Tween. I don't think he's going down without a fight, unfortunately.
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« Reply #8 on: Oct 10th, 2006, 9:08pm »

So I went to this masquerade tonight. I don't know why I did it. I hated it. It was a very uncomfortable situation that all ended with someone exploding the house. I haven't the faintest idea why. I want to believe that it was Mr. Tween. The poor resident of the house lost a huge mansion.

No one was seriously injured to my knowledge. We're all fine. I hurt one of my wrists, and as luck would have it it was my writing hand. I guess I'm going to be out of work for awhile.

I think I'll look to buy a house tommorrow.
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« Reply #9 on: Nov 14th, 2006, 4:54pm »

My wrist is healing well, which is why I am writing again. I didn't want to attempt to write anymore entries with my left hand as I did with the last one.

A lot has happened. Alex was moving but decided not to. A mass murder occured at the train station. I encountered the suspected murder at the river. He is in the tavern right now with hostages. Ms. Elaina West, a homicide detective, was knocked out and I brought her to the hospital where I am now. After writing this I will inform the sheriff of what is happening.

I am also supposed to meet Alex today. I hope she doesn't mind me being a tiny bit late.

Another thing happened. I have decided to write about it last. Marie died a couple of months ago. I got the news a few weeks ago. I have not told anyone the specifics.
Her fiance was abusive but she had not told anyone. After a fight, she ran to the local church where he eventually found her and drunkenly shot her. The man is still at large.

I sat in the Punnett Church for a long while that day. Alex had just told me she was moving. I was worried I was going to lose her, too...

Alex reminds me of Marie sometimes.
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« Reply #10 on: Nov 10th, 2007, 2:12pm »

I haven't written in here for a year. Things have happened. Things have changed.

That's not what I'm writing about today.

Raphael Lehrer is an outlaw. He is a robber, a highwayman, a sharp-shooter and a killer. A long time ago, before I was even in Clauden, we shared a compartment on a train. He talked to me as a normal man until his friends showed up and he revealed that he was robbing the train. I stole his gun that day, but I didn't shoot him. I let him run away.
In the months to come, I secretly kept track of all I heard about "Angry Bill" Lehrer and the terrible things he did.

But he was in Clauden. And I let him get away. Again. He shot me in my good arm, and this is another left-handed entry. I'm going to track him down. It has to be me. Larghetto Allemande and Jamie Caldwell are on my side.

This is why, despite the inability to use my right arm, I am writing today. If I get myself killed doing this, I want everyone to know the reason why I did it and of the friends who stuck by me the entire way.
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