Megan's Diary
Apr 30, 2007 19:10:17 GMT -5
Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 30, 2007 19:10:17 GMT -5
Day 1
Aw, man. I have REALLY screwed up this time.
Steal somethin' blunt, I said. Break into the lair, I said. NEVER MIND THAT THERE IS STILL A PHANTOM IN THERE.
I. Am. Fucked.
Well, apparently he was coming in when I bashed in one side of the torture chamber, and let me tell you, I have never SEEN anyone THAT PISSED.
Erik Facts I have discovered:
-He's at least 6'8" tall, probably taller
-He ALWAYS speaks in the third person. It's kind of annoying.
-He is just as traumatized by anyone (namely, me) trying to be kind to him as he is by his being rejected by the world.
I mean, come on. So I took off his mask. Whoopdefuckindoo. It wasn't like I didn't KNOW what's under there. I wanted to touch his face. Is there anything wrong with that, as long as you're not that melty-puffy retarded guy in The Hills Have Eyes (speaking of which, bleakest movie ever. I'd try to bond with him over it, as it seems to match his sense of humor, if it weren't full of animalistic deformed people. Plus- no DVD player). I don't know. I might even have kissed him if I had the chance. But instead he had to be all "Would you have what she denied?", and was being so pissy about it that I immediately told myself to hide all feelings of ErikLust TM, just to spite him.
So anyway, I'm now his slave- or as I prefer to call it, assistant. He brought me some clothes, which is a good thing because my bag only includes
-My iPod and its amp
-Some tissues
-Mascara and foundation
-A brush
-The Sandman: Season of Mists (will lend it to him when he stops being bitchy).
I'm afraid to use my iPod, because NO ELECTRICITY.
Anyway, I've at least managed to stop being afraid of spiders. Sort of.
Aw, man. I have REALLY screwed up this time.
Steal somethin' blunt, I said. Break into the lair, I said. NEVER MIND THAT THERE IS STILL A PHANTOM IN THERE.
I. Am. Fucked.
Well, apparently he was coming in when I bashed in one side of the torture chamber, and let me tell you, I have never SEEN anyone THAT PISSED.
Erik Facts I have discovered:
-He's at least 6'8" tall, probably taller
-He ALWAYS speaks in the third person. It's kind of annoying.
-He is just as traumatized by anyone (namely, me) trying to be kind to him as he is by his being rejected by the world.
I mean, come on. So I took off his mask. Whoopdefuckindoo. It wasn't like I didn't KNOW what's under there. I wanted to touch his face. Is there anything wrong with that, as long as you're not that melty-puffy retarded guy in The Hills Have Eyes (speaking of which, bleakest movie ever. I'd try to bond with him over it, as it seems to match his sense of humor, if it weren't full of animalistic deformed people. Plus- no DVD player). I don't know. I might even have kissed him if I had the chance. But instead he had to be all "Would you have what she denied?", and was being so pissy about it that I immediately told myself to hide all feelings of ErikLust TM, just to spite him.
So anyway, I'm now his slave- or as I prefer to call it, assistant. He brought me some clothes, which is a good thing because my bag only includes
-My iPod and its amp
-Some tissues
-Mascara and foundation
-A brush
-The Sandman: Season of Mists (will lend it to him when he stops being bitchy).
I'm afraid to use my iPod, because NO ELECTRICITY.
Anyway, I've at least managed to stop being afraid of spiders. Sort of.