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(( OOC: Adrian has an IQ of 206, so she's a good speller at such a young age. Also, note that the earlier passages are written in Romanian- when Adrian's speaking Romanian, it's tagged with {}. This goes for the RP as well. Entries 1-7 are in Romanian, to be precise. ))

March 26, 1867

{The teachers have said I was acting a "little too hostile" toward the other children. So I have to keep a journal now. Nothing really eventful happened today, other than this- as always. I plan on simply saying that I write in this boring journal, and only really writing down when I need to vent.}




October 20, 1869

{Uncle told me I'm getting sent on my first contract tomorrow morning, right here in Bucharest- I'm so excited, I can't sleep! They said I have to collaberate with Scott for this one. I didn't see that one coming, but it just makes it so much better. Scott is like my polar opposite, but somehow, I can't help but love him. He's my brother, is he not? We've always worked better when they pair us up, and I know it as well as he. Twins have a bond, I suppose, and me and Scott are no exception.}




October 22, 1869

{The contract went off without a hitch. Scott did his part, I did mine, and we've both been bumped to the top of the class! Uncle told the other kids all about what an example we were, and after they learned of how we left him upside-down on the bridge with his neck open, the other kids started calling me "Bloody Mary". I don't mind the nickname, it's kinda clever. Not very creative, but clever nonetheless. Either way, I don't feel sleepy at all... Kinda hungry too, but I don't know for what. Oh well.}




November 5, 1872

{Good God, it's been so long since I wrote in here. I was a giddy child, up in arms about a contract Uncle practically handed to us along with the target's head! Either way, some odd changes have been happening. My skin's turning a pale color, my hair's changing color, and I've been eating heaps, but not gaining a single pound. I'm always hungry, always, but no food will satiate me! People are saying that it's just puberty, but that usually doesn't make your eyes turn red. I've read up on it, that's not what happens! It's starting to scare me, because the only thing I've ever known to stay the same was me. And now even that's changing.}




July 2, 1873

{It's gotten worse. I practically inhaled dinner. No surprise that is was a nearly raw steak, dripping with the cow's day-old blood. I don't get it, when I was eight they gave me the same thing for a week, but it didn't taste nearly as good! Uncle tells me that the meat's been cooked exactly the same for years, but for some reason, this satisfied the odd hunger that I've always had. I feel healthier too, my skin got a little bit fuller, and I feel tired. For the first time in my life, I'm actually tired! I can fall asleep at any second! I don't know what the hell is happening, but I don't like it. Not one bit...}




August 14, 1873

{They killed him. They actually killed him. Scott is dead. Just because I was hungry. Why? I can't stop crying. A part of me died with him. They cut him open right in front of my eyes. I was just hungry. That's no reason to kill Scott! This isn't happening. It's some sort of nightmare. I can't feel anything anymore. I'm dead inside. They can't do this. They didn't. I was just hungry.

That's all.

Just hungry.}





August 15, 1873

{I read my last entry, and can't help but still feel the same way as before. But I'm capable of rationally writing now. Me and Scott found out what I've been hungry for this whole time. Apparently, I can barely produce my own blood. I wonder if I'm not actually a vampire. They always want to drink blood, and so do I. But... I love garlic, the sun has no effect on me, and... I don't know. But the thing is, Scott and I both figured out that I need blood. The others dared me to drink a whole jug of goat's blood, and I did. It satisfied my hunger completely, but onyl for that night. I... We... Decided that I needed human's blood to have a longer effect. The plans were laid out, it was perfect- Nobody should have been the wiser. Auntie was always cruel to us, so we figured, why not take out two birds with one stone? But... Well, uncle walked in as I was drinking her. Scott convinced everyone that it was his plan, and that he had tricked me. I played along, thinking he had a backup plan to get him out of an execution... He didn't. Scott gave his life for mine.}




November 26, 1873

I am wryte enghlish for praktise. I move Ahmeryca bekuz unkle want me away. He am skerd. Move town Clauden. People nice hair. Lots friendly. Hugree new, go Bewl Tevrn.




Febuary 8, 1876

Amazing how horrible I used to be with English, it's like a second nature to me by now. I even don't have an accent anymore. Either way, life for me in Clauden's come a long way. I've been less hungry, plenty of raccoons over by the mine, and the hospital has plenty of drifters that won't be missed. I've also been having blackouts... I wonder why. I always feel sad after I wake up, for some reason. As if I've lost Scott all over again. I also have been getting insomnia; this is my 3rd day without sleep. It makes no difference. Life is so much easier, and the money I stole from that rich married couple in that town... Washington, was it? I don't remember the family's name, but I can live for a few more years on this. As long as I don't need some sort of operation, or need to bail myself out of jail. Luckily, I live in a little abandoned shack way out near the outskirts of the town. Nobody's noticed when I poach, or those... Rare times when I've gotten careless, and needed to bury a corpse.
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« Reply #1 on: Jan 12th, 2007, 4:43pm »

January 12, 1877

Conwell's in town... He keeps pestering me about the offer. He doesn't understand, it could be dangerous. Of course, I said I'll think about it... But I know I'm going to turn him down in the end. Just like before. He thinks he has the worst life anyone could possibly fathom. He was kicked out of his dad's house for his abilities, and I know that that's a big problem for a guy like him. He was really attached to his dad.

But the home I was thrown out of taught me only one thing in life' 'Kill or be Killed'. I honestly don't think he's in a place to go judging others. He ought to tell his sob story elsewhere. I have more than enough trouble already on my plate, this guy from the government has my name. I could get killed, so I'm keeping an eye on him. This is a big risk, but it would be an even bigger one to let him out of my sight.

Well, now that I'm done ranting, I should go back to watching the staircase. He and that woman could come out at any moment. I hope my trust wasn't misplaced, or else a dead government agent's body is going to be found in the river a few days from now...
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January 13, 1877

A lot has happened... A lot. Marius, it turns out, wanted to hire me all along. He wanted leverage so that he knows the money that I asked for up front won't be simply taken. He asked for a hostage.

I gave him Connie.

It's odd, Connie's always been a good friend to me. The weird thing is... Just before Marius came in swinging his sword around like a crazy person, he kissed me. And I don't mean a peck on the cheek- this was a kiss. A god-damned kiss. And I let him. I actually felt like a woman... Something I haven't felt for years.

The irony of all this is, that while he has Connie, I told him that I need to be sure he won't harm Connie. You know what he gives me? The biggest crybaby on the planet. She keeps complaining, asking questions, and just being an all-around sarcastic bitch. Her name, for future reference, is Elaina West. I write that, because some day I plan to hunt her down and kill her and any offspring, so that whatever horrid gene is causing that will die along with her.

She's sitting right in front of me, though. It's never polite to go into your own little world when you have guests, even guests as freakishly thick as her.
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« Reply #3 on: Jan 21st, 2007, 12:47am »

January 18, 1877

I write this as I walk in the middle of the desert, alone. As I said with my last entry... Much has happened. I'll write them down systematically.

First of all, is Conwell. After I traded him in, I realized just how scared I was for his well-being, and... Well, that kiss revealed a lot of things I thought I would never feel. It's like opening your eyes and hearing the heartbeat of the universe for the very first time, or seeing a color you've never seen before. But I'm missing the point. The thing is, I accepted his proposal. I never thought I would feel this, this thing... It feels odd to call it love, but everything's pointing to it. He'll make a wonderful husband, if it lasts...

Which brings me to the other thing. After I accepted the proposal, that very night someone attacked me. He claims to have killed Charon. A boastful claim, and one I'm not sure I belive... But if it's true, I need to be on my toes. People who can do something like that are not to be toyed around with.

Another thing... I met a vampiric fellow in the cematery. He's going to help me finally exact my vengance on my... It pains me to say, but my uncle. I still cannot belive that man is related to me. Back when I was young, all the beatings, the lack of affection, the contracts, the blood, the outcasting, Scott... I'm going to kill him. One way or another, but this is my chance to feel some god-damned respite from all the crap he put me through. To feel vengance. It's too bad that I have to fake death just to get at it. My "body" is laying on Liliy Hill, without a face to identify with. I left a suicide note in my own hand, though, and that should be enough.

That's why I'm worried about Connie. I know him. He might do something he'll regret. If anything happened to him... That's my only doubt about this. Why can't I just settle down with Connie? Why do I need this so badly? I don't know what to think right now, and I'd better stop writing before my emotions get the best of me.
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April 26, 1877

The house was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.

I should explain. I really, really should. I don't feel like it, though.

I've heard people say that they define themselves by their sins, that what they've done wrong becomes a part of them, in a way. Well, I never realized this before, but my sins were more than just a part of me... They were as much a part of me as my own flesh. I was my own nemisis, the man I called 'uncle' was just the embodiment of it.

Just now am I realizing what I've written. It's all a bunch of nonsense. Well, I guess I've gotten to the point where I see that the world is the same way. It's the style to be a maniac for physical needs and wants. Sex, food, fancy houses, swanky clothing, and booze seem to be the common interest here. I know it sounds odd, but I might have just gone beyond the mortal plane, at least on a mental level. Human wants and desires are wastes of time to me, I think that things such as 'love' and 'fear' are carefully-crafted lies by the cabinet inventors of humankind.

I went to some sort of fairy-land a while ago, and Scott was brought back from the dead as a result. All of the people there were polite, open, honest, and told me nothing. They insisted that something was special about me. They were idiots and I wish I killed them all. Decietful arseholes, the lot of them. I liked having Scott back, but he was a bit more stubborn than I remembered him. Conwell was shot, after that. Dead. Killed, and I foolishly went to claim revenge. Mani was another human load of lying scum. It came at the cost of Scott's life. Again.

I jumped into a river, and met a couple of nice people. I forgot their names, but they were sort of fun to talk to. Oh, also, they had some sort of demon trying to rip us all to bits, and the demon may or may not have paid me to kill the brown-haired fella that hit my head on a rock when I tried the river again. I still have the bruise from that.

Oh, sometime during that stuff, I dropped by Elaina's house and stabbed her in the heart. I got my shoulder grazed by her boy-toy. Both parts make me smile thinking back on it, though I wish that he would have used bullets made of marshmallow. It would hurt a lot less, and I think I probably should have gone to the hospital. I don't trust doctors, so I'm going to let it heal itself. I don't seem to have to worry about losing blood anymore, I can't do the things I used to be able to do, so it'll either get infected and kill me or heal up in a few days. Either one is okay. The upside is that my eyes are brown now, I really like that color.

I met a nice fella recently, too. Owen Hart. He actually took the time to sit down and discuss how the world works with me for a moment. That hasn't happened in so long, I can't even remember when. Conwell used to fall asleep, Scott would probably change the subject, and all of the other boon times just went bust. Not even the drunks would think about it. I think he's a nice friend, but he followed me out here from the tavern. That was both creepy, and it made me smile at the same time. Smiles are so rare nowadays. I forgot about how good it feels to make an actual smile, and not a sarcastic smirk. I guess being sarcastic and rude wasn't such a good idea after all, it just made people yell a lot and get angry. It was fun while it lasted.

One last thing. I fell asleep last night. I hated every second of it.
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