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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:16 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 11:34 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 3:04 am
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Day 1
I have woken up in a long hallway with several doors all with different faces and knockers. I don't remember very much of my life--if in fact I actually had one. I am assuming I did, as I am currently wearing a white dress. There are others with me. They seem to have no recollection just like me.
I awoke with a letter, this notebook, and the ink pencil I am using to write with. The letter must have come from those bastards that took me. It says that I "have been brought here along with the others to make up for what [we] have done wrong." I wonder... were we all acquainted before we were taken? I doubt it, but it is a possibility. However, I don't think I would like the man in the top hat...
The letter further says that we are in Gate, and that through each one of these doors is a different realm, whatever that means. It says we have to "restore peace to these realms one at a time to redeem [ourselves]."
Yes, the other people in the hall with me each have the same materials as I. There is a young bloke here who seems alright. He is really calm. It's kind of unnerving. I've been pacing the hall, wrought with thought. Heh, I rhymed. O, if only I had time to laugh.
I'll keep track of my new life via this journal. I hope I keep it when we save these realms, if we don't die in the process...
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 11:41 am
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When I awoke I felt frightened, and reading the ote left for us, only left me more worried and anxious then I had been feeling before. A shiver ran down my spine as I stared at my journel. Plain and simple, something inside of me held onto it as I watched everyone else diligently writing away, joting down notes. Prehaps that was what we were meant to do, it felt okay.
Shakily, I was only able to write out one sentence before I stopped. "Who am I?" The question stabbed at my mind, and I couldn't seem to find any memory of a life, of existing...
Did I exist? The thought hit me hard, knocking me back. What kind of sick psychological game was this. Was I that bad of a person, to be punished like this? Bile rose in my throat but I held it down for my pride. Everyone seemed so relaxed, so content... I was not. Restlessness filled me I couldn't escape it. I wanted to start running, throwing myself to the doors, I couldn't rely on other people to escape this place.
Looking around I stood, my voice suddenly carrying through the silence. "Why don't we do something?" heated, frightened but determined. No one was going to silence me or hold me back, I wanted out of this nightmare, it was time to find out who was going with me.
"I'm getting out of here. I don't know about the rest of you, but we will acomplish nothing by standing here." My eyes burned into the others, "Who is with me?" I asked finally when no one else volunteered to say anything. I held my breath, afraid to be out on my own, but scared to be one with the crowd.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:13 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:42 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 6:12 pm
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So he was French...? We seemed to be a diverse group so far, making it less likely for us all to have known each other. Redemption. That was our only hope: to save ourselves by saving the realms. How symbolic, yet diabolical.
"Bullocks," I cursed under my breath. What did we have to do in these realms? I joined the other two that wanted to move on, and said, "I feel we've all got to work together, ya?" I looked at our fourth companion. "Em, are yeh comin'?" I shrugged and looked to my newest companions. "Aye, I'm comin' with yeh. But, em, which door leads to-" I scanned the letter for our first destination, "-the Tranquil Fields? One of these doors must lead to this place. C'mere, one of these must be open, ya?"
I started to check the different doors for the open one, feeling rather silly checking a bunch of curiously locked doors. After trying all of them except for the one where our reluctant friend was sitting, I gave him a stare that was obvious I was losing my nerve with his lack of action. "Em, excuse me?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 7:13 pm
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I rolled my eyes at the girl's nervousness suddenly feeling a burst of anger at being caged here. My restlessness had me bent on getting out of here. I nodded at the both of them, it was good to hear others too wanted out of here. If we needed to prove ourselves worthy, to attone for our actions in our... 'existance' then so be it. I would not be thrown into a hallway like a caged animal. I would prove myself. I didn't have a memory, I didn't have an existance that I knew of. So what could I have done? What did I even have to make up for? I bit my lip and walked to the first door at the end of the hall... Something told me it was the right place to start.
Gently I pulled the door open, revealing a portal like entrance way. I looked back at the girl and the guy who volunteered. I smiled at the french boy and the irish girl. They seemed ready for it, and suddenly staring into the open portal my anxieties disappeared. It was adventure and suddenly... I was longing for it, to experience it.
To find out my identity, my existence... The prospect was something to look forward to. And if my existance was that of a cruel person, I could change it. At least I would know who I was.
"Well, if we are suppose to team up, then lets take some action!" My voice cut clear, suddenly unafraid. "Anyone else with us?" I offered, I looked into the portal, longing to go, longing to take action... There was so much to discover, and we weren't going to do it sitting here discussing things over.
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