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December 19th, 2007 (07:50 pm)

current location: In a locked classroom, contemplating the window
current mood: soaked in adrenaline
current song: Thudding throb of blood in his veins

I just killed what appeared to be a twenty year old beginning to putrefy with a knitting needle to the brain. Does anyone know what's going on, or failing that, where my surviving students are grouping and/or hiding?

Also, please don't ask me how or why I know what beginning putrefaction looks like.

I wasn't always a schoolteacher, you know.

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February 17th, 2007 (01:20 am)

Journal will now be used for the invitenight RP instead of growing sun. Please disregard the previous posts, I keep them around for sentimental value.

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November 5th, 2006 (10:25 pm)

current location: On the way to get his death certificate revoked.
current mood: worried

I'm in the village now, and I... saw Ino. She seemed odd, somehow. She kept talking about not knowing 'which one' she was.

What happened while I was gone?

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October 31st, 2006 (09:37 pm)

It's colder here, but the air is thick with moisture. I never used to notice, but then I've also spent six years in a dry, arid climate where the day was contrasted sharply with the night.

There are most definitely people watching me as I ride towards the village. It is understandable, for I am wearing loose, white robes that cover my head and face as well as my body. They cannot see who I am. The trees bear old, unfamiliar scars and the sunlight seems somewhat... diluted. As I come up on the gate, it is noticeable that the gates and walls have been fortified, which makes my old, battered hitai-ate lie heavy on my throat.

I wonder what else is different.

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