CtO Prelude: "Dear Diary..."

[whodovoodoo]

Prelude to CtO. This is meant to be funny, and may eventually not actually fit in with the RPG. But I don't much mind. I'll literally take each day between now and the day of the RPG starting.

All are welcome to post. Also welcome to continue once CtO Starts.

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Day X ...

Counting the days, not easy. I figure it's like three months so let's go with that. It's freezing, I keep griping at Elle to get the heating cranked up, or at least bring me a sweater, then she goes off on one, saying I should count my self lucky she let's me keep my t-shirt...and it's hard to get her to be quiet on that subject once she gets started. Today she wittily suggested that I rub myself to keep warm, she even offered to help, "You're not funny" I told her, but I can practically hear Adam smirking through the concrete and in truth she knows she is actually quite funny when it comes down to it.

She's cute I guess. Perky, in a...dissociative kinda way. Better to look at than the guy with the beard and face the color of deep-dish pizza anyway. I've been trying to work out what exactly he can do, he looks like he could flatten a small condo with the right motivation, hell he looks like he could do it with the wrong motivation. I'm not about to give him either kind, not while medicated anyway. He'd squish me like fajita. Anyway, I much prefer Elle to him.


Decided to keep a diary - not an actually diary mind, pen and paper would be nice, more sort of a mental one just to stop the days being so, bland. So let's see, what did I get up to today. Woke up early, too cold, no curtains, white walls don't really induce sleep and it seems like the 'happy candy' screws up my sleep patterns. I had one dream, something about elephants, I hardly think it was prophetic, unless NYC is about to be invaded by hoards of Hephalumps and Woozles. I really liked that movie, the crows were hilarious. Did some exercise in the morning, one thing to be said for living in a room six foot square, it kind of encourages an unhealthy obsession with doing press-ups. I thought all those scenes in movies were just cute montage sequences...turns out the minute they locked the door I had an insatiable desire to get myself a set of pectorals, go figure. Counted the ceiling tiles again till noon, Adam was talking some about the fate of the world but I stopped listening because he made me loose count when I had almost hit 400. I'll try again tomorrow.

Elle came in with lunch. Salmon paste sandwiches, I keep telling them I'm vegan. I think she does it to wind me up. Hell even if I wasn't vegan I wouldn't touch that crap. The ususal fun followed, good job I hadn't eaten, her little shock tactics would have brought it back up. Still...like I said, she's cute. Adam was loudly tutting. She told me to ignore him. I informed her I would if he would ever be kind enough to shut up. Elle tells me 'not long'.

Today I stopped taking the pills.

I hope the big guy isn't a mind reader.

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[Jenny]

LMFAO. OMG. "I'm vegan".

HA HA HA HA. Its so perfect!

[whodovoodoo]

Day X+1

Day two, back on the medication. No Elle today, the big guy says she's on 'assignment' and I shouldn't ask anyway. I tell him 'we're friends'. He seems to get the hump. I reckon he has a thing for her. Or maybe they 'had' a thing. Or maybe he thinks they 'could have' a thing....either way I reckon that's why he looks at me funny.

I can't help it. Okay, so flirting with her provides a welcome distraction for her and means she doesn't notice me pocket the meds, but...Adam's warned me not to get attached. I laugh it off, me? Attached?....Fine, so sometimes I fall in love too quick, or at least that's what Nathan said, but I'm not falling for Elle. She's like a pretty party pinyata packed with TNT, promises fun but hit it with a stick too many times and woe betide the man in the way. I don't want to be that guy. Having said that...if this latest scheme doesn't pay off then maybe...no...Peter...focus on getting out, saving Nathan...it's too easy to get distracted in here. Thank the lord for the big guy, every time he comes in here I'm forced to take those meds, mostly because he watches me like a hawk and practically wrenched my jaw open last time to make sure I had done him the courtesy of swallowing.
"I don't want to be fricasse" he said gruffly.
"I'm not about to explode." I told him, but he just harumphed. I don't really like to be reminded about that, I get defensive, and then not a little bit depressed.
The afternoon is spent sulking, wondering if Elle will come back so I can try and get off the meds again; then again...do I really want to, isn't everyone safer if I'm locked away?

Still. I came to a realisation the day I realised this was a prison and not a holiday camp...Funny thing about going nuclear, doing it once makes it much easier to control I reckon. Even without the meds I don't think I'll 'go up' again. I talk it through with Adam, he brings me round, lots of talk about world saving and Nathan brings me out of my funk.

"Still." He says, on the subject of nuclear fission, "Never say Never" He's real chirpy today.

I hope Elle's okay.

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[Candice Wilmer]

The thought of a nuclear holocaust to Adam is like fluffy bunnies and roasting marshmallows, Pete. He is totally being chirpy. ;D

[whodovoodoo]

Nah - he just wants to make the world a better place. He wouldn't do that.

[Elle Bishop]

Dear Diary,

My shrink told me when I was twelve that keeping diaries are totally healthy ways to vent out our frustrations. He said this and then I killed him. Daddy wasn't pleased. Sure, I have a lot to vent about but geez, do I really need to sit and write it in a Disney princess notebook?

That was until Peter came along. Sure there was Adam, but then he got on his high horse and I just didn't want to deal. The not dying thing? Super nice on my end but noooooooo, he had to get high and mighty and even preachy. I really don't like preachy people. I really don't like people who talk to much in general. If we're gonna talk, I'd prefer it was about how pretty I am.

So about this Peter. What a tasty little morsel he is! He's totally like...a double chocolate chip cookie. You know you shouldn't eat if if you wanna squeeze into the Juicy Couture spring line, but it is oh so scrumptious when you get a bite and you can't just have it once. You need it over and over and over again.

Well, my Daddy caught on to this. At least in his way. He's kinda dense. I know how to work it that I get my way but when he figures things out he jumps to conclusions. So he's mad because he swears I spend far too much time with Petey. What the? I'm just doing my job, jeez louise! I am in there everyday, getting him to take his meds like a good little boy. I do kinda linger...I linger for a while and boy do the sparks fly.

I really think Peter could be 'the one'. He's so subservient! I say down boy, down and he listens.

Of course, Daddy has to ruin my fun and put me on assignment with some nerd in front of a computer. Ugh. Whatever, I'm gonna go get a honeybun and shimmy my way past Peter's room.

~E

[whodovoodoo]

"Disney notebook" Love it!


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Day X+2

Big guy's name is Paul.

He's kinda alright really. He hung around for about half an hour today. We had nachos, talked about the Superbowl, shot the breeze, so to speak. Elle wandered past about ten minutes in, she definitely slowed a little...Paul was visibly distracted which gave me the opportunity to spit up the pills I was meant to be taking and tuck them in my back pocket. I'll remember to thank Elle if I get to talk with her again...of course she doesn't KNOW i'm going to try and escape...I wonder if she'll be upset?

Anyway Paul is from Michegan, nice guy it turns out, even if he could upturn a lorry with a scowl.

He says I should grow a beard like his, so I look less like a teenager. I laugh, got to be nice, need to make him feel at ease. Offering tips on grooming is kinda friendly, I guess I must be getting through. I may even be able to go more than one day clear off the meds.

I spend the afternoon contemplating the benefits of facial hair, and settle on maybe growing a goatee.

"The last time I had a beard it was 1855," Adam says, "And, trust me Peter," He said, "it was a bad idea even back then. And that was without the wide range of products you have the benefit of in this day and age..."

While Adam continues I count the cieling tiles again. Personally I think a goatee would work. At least, I reckon, Elle would like it ....401...402...403...


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[sailorgallifrey12]

elle said:

Dear Diary,

My shrink told me when I was twelve that keeping diaries are totally healthy ways to vent out our frustrations. He said this and then I killed him. Daddy wasn't pleased. Sure, I have a lot to vent about but geez, do I really need to sit and write it in a Disney princess notebook?

That was until Peter came along. Sure there was Adam, but then he got on his high horse and I just didn't want to deal. The not dying thing? Super nice on my end but noooooooo, he had to get high and mighty and even preachy. I really don't like preachy people. I really don't like people who talk to much in general. If we're gonna talk, I'd prefer it was about how pretty I am.

So about this Peter. What a tasty little morsel he is! He's totally like...a double chocolate chip cookie. You know you shouldn't eat if if you wanna squeeze into the Juicy Couture spring line, but it is oh so scrumptious when you get a bite and you can't just have it once. You need it over and over and over again.

Well, my Daddy caught on to this. At least in his way. He's kinda dense. I know how to work it that I get my way but when he figures things out he jumps to conclusions. So he's mad because he swears I spend far too much time with Petey. What the? I'm just doing my job, jeez louise! I am in there everyday, getting him to take his meds like a good little boy. I do kinda linger...I linger for a while and boy do the sparks fly.

I really think Peter could be 'the one'. He's so subservient! I say down boy, down and he listens.

Of course, Daddy has to ruin my fun and put me on assignment with some nerd in front of a computer. Ugh. Whatever, I'm gonna go get a honeybun and shimmy my way past Peter's room.

~E

It is natural for 12 year old human/superpowered human girl to keep a diary. And don't try to kill me for saying that, I'll just come back to to life with a different body, it's kinda a Time Lord thing.

[Candice Wilmer]

Lorry...

;D

Adam's fault?

[whodovoodoo]

Day X+3


Am I pining? Is this what pining feels like. Okay it's great to shoot the breeze with Paul for thirty minutes of the day, and as much as I like to talk with Adam and hear some of his rivetting tales of Ye Olden Times...

No Elle. Two days in a row. Not even a glimpse today. I asked Paul again if there was something wrong, is she sick, injured? I know she can't be on vacation because she would have mentioned it, wouldn't she - okay so when she came round there wasn't much casual discussion about the weather and her life and all that, but still.

Paul shrugged off the question and I so I tried to take the upper hand, asking a few gentle questions. It's not long before the big man was a blubbering wreak. You ever seen a guy of that big cry? It's not pretty. I offered up a hug, which he accepted gratefully. Turns out Paul's been hung up on Elle for a few years now. Poor guy. I throw the tablets into the pan while he's blowing his nose: Day two without the meds, I tried not to look visibly releaved, this isn't as easy as you would think without Elle to distract.

"It's been really good talking with you," Paul said and I felt bad, I mean it's not his fault I'm here is it, and I'm taking advantage of his feelings and all. "It's hard to find someone to listen sometimes." He's just a teddy bear really, seems I've turned shrink now. "See you tomorrow." He said as he left and locked the door. My mood shrunk a little. Whatever it is that's keeping Elle away can't be resolved yet. I hope she's not got herself hurt.

I tell Adam I managed two days clean and he suggested I try using one of my abilities. I wasn't very sure which one, and kinda afraid. He tells me I shouldn't be afraid of what I am. I never used to be...I told him, nearly wiping out a chunk of the population makes you reasses.

Plus I'm not entirely sure what I can do half the time, some things totally surprise me; like the first time I tried to get off the meds, just out of curiosity and boredom, not because of any master-plan; I was trying to shave and I couldn't pick up the razor - like my hand went through the thing. I had a mild panic attack, thought I had maybe died and this was me all like ghosty, like Patrick Swayze or something, until Elle skipped into the room and grabbed my ass. I took the pills like a good boy that day, it scared the bejesus out of me.

I decided to try an old school ability this time, one I knew I could control. Thanks Claude. I cross myself, praying I wouldn't explode and held out my hand and try and draw a little plastic cup thing towards me. It sort of rocked on its base and then fell over. I reported back to Adam through the grill in the wall.

"Well it's a start." He said. He's not so talkative today himself. Poor guy, his visitors don't stay long. I guess I'm kinda lucky even to have Paul.


In other news, I'm liking the goatee development, may keep it.

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[Sylar]

Dear Diary,

Still unconsious.

[asimus]

Poor Sylar

[whodovoodoo]

DOn't pity him, he's an evil mo fo - he deserved to get stabbed in the gut - he made me go boom.

[asimus]

Yes but he's so cute and cuddly.

[whodovoodoo]

I worry about you people.