Post by Py Ackerman on Aug 31, 2010 22:43:00 GMT -5
THE LIFE CHRONICLES OF ONE PYTHAGORAS NAVEED ACKERMAN.
Crazy Bastard extraordinaire, ruler of the Biggest Bed, and lover of pizza.
Keeper of a...journal? Whatever. Bite Me.
Crazy Bastard extraordinaire, ruler of the Biggest Bed, and lover of pizza.
Keeper of a...journal? Whatever. Bite Me.
NOT SURE WHAT SEASON LET ALONE WHAT MONTH. TOO BLOODY DRUNK.
We're gonna hit up Fulsi and burn those bastards to the ground. Raise a little hell. Shit yes.
EVERYTHING HURTS. I THINK IT'S JULY OR AUGUST??
Oh god. My everything hurts, my head, my neck...dammit. At least I'm still alive, thanks to Kingston. In hindsight, cutting my own throat was a poor decision, and this stupid bandage covering it is annoying. They healed it up some, but wanted to bandage it just in case, I guess. Or something. Considering I narrowly missed an artery, I'll count myself lucky.
I can't get the smell of ash out of my clothes, though - I can almost taste it...Fulsi was a right mess, from what I've heard. Burnt to a crisp.
I don't know. At the time it was fun but...thinking about it sort of makes me want to throw up, now.
Wonder how that blue-haired medic fared, the one I mauled. Left for dead. I remember most of the night in flashes but that...that's hard to forget.
I wouldn't normally go after a medic. The hell was I thinking?
- Py
IT'S ONLY SEPTEMBER WHY IS IT SO BLOODY COLD
I rescued Kingston from a lake and then we got caught in a blizzard. Be right back, freezing my ass off.
- Py
p.s. I invited her on a date and she said yes. Guess I've still got some charm.
SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER
A lot's happened since I last updated this thing. The date with Kingston didn't go exactly as planned. Needless to say, that Fulsi medic from the raid showed up and ruined my plans, and then there was a fight...a bit of a makeout...and some more Fulsi...and obnoxious amounts of singing. Ugh.
Also had the hangover of a century for the better part of the day after we hauled the medic back to Carna. Worst one in a while. That liquor was got-rut.
Oh, and of course Rosdahl just happened to pick the corner nearest my bed. Of course. Oh well, I'll make him wish he'd never chosen it. I can be loud when I want to be, especially when I rope another person into my bed.
I think that's all.
- Py
p.s. is it horrible to say he wasn't a horrible kisser? tasted like scotch and spice and mushrooms. wait...mushrooms?
A FEW DAYS LATER, STILL SEPTEMBER
...Holly got attacked by a virus. I just got her note yesterday. I did what she asked of me. I just wish...I wish I could see her, but she's quarantined herself somewhere and I can't freaking find her.
...I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm going mad thinking about her going through this all alone. I know she's strong but..still.
I can't lose her..
- Py
Bunnies. Of all things, I keep dreaming about bunnies. This is all Rosdahl's fault. Him and his damn vegan diet.
- Py
STILL SEPTEMBER. STILL COLD.
Alright, so, I've finally managed to write in this thing again. It disappeared for a while, I'm not sure if someone got their hands on it but I've hidden it in a much better place now. Anyways.
Couple of days ago I took Rosdahl - or Tain? Not sure what to call him anymore - on a hunt for a lesson. He was bloody awful at hunting. Terrible. He'd rather cuddle the animals than kill them, and he can't find a vegetable to save his damn life. He also sabotaged my rope (what a waste!). Damn him, the bastard.
Asides from that, we actually got along decently. And by that I mean we didn't try to tear each others' throats out, and neither of us almost died. There was the usual bickering, but it was tolerable. He even lent me his jacket, which I still need to give back. Should've seen peoples' faces when they saw me wearing it! I can't seem to get his scent off me, though, which is proving problematic. Even after a shower it's still there! Damn him twice.
Oh, and he's also terrified of heights. I found that out when we were at the top of the Cliffs. Fantastic, right? I know. I ended up having to carry him out, but, I'll be honest, I don't think he even noticed. Probably for the best, my methods of carrying him were a little unorthodox to say the least.
Whatever. I gotta go help cook some food. Seagull for dinner again, delicious, I know. I've been trying to convince everyone it tastes like chicken. But it doesn't.
- Py
I DON'T FREAKING KNOW. IT FEELS LIKE FEBRUARY?
Long time no update, eh? Yeah, yeah I know. Don't judge. Truth be told, there hasn't been much to say. Everything's been pretty calm in the ring and I've just been helping out and such.
Okay I lied, there is one thing that's interesting.
Rosdahl's actually acting civil towards me. Wow. You heard me. I'm going to let that sink in.
...
Alright, time's up. Not just civil, though, he actually took it upon himself to makeout with me. Which is really weird, because I'm sure that he hates me. Or I was sure. Now...I don't know. Of course, then he had to run off to deal with some scouts who took a tumble off a cliff. Just my freaking luck. And when he got back, he shunned me completely. I thought guys weren't supposed to be complicated?! I'm getting a bit of a complex here!
Which is really, REALLY annoying, because it means he has some sort of influence over me. That bastard. Wait, no. NO, he does not. Because I don't like him. And even if I DID like him, I still wouldn't, because the fact that he's irritating me so much is enough to counteract me liking him. Which I don't. I think.
...
Hunter's honour, I haven't had a drop to drink. I'm just thinking too much. I don't like Rosdahl. The fact that he's now sharing my bed is a moot point because everyone shares my bed - it's amazingly comfy! ....it's pretty weird that I keep waking up to find him hugging me though. It also makes it really hard to get up in the morning, and I've almost been late a few times for shifts because of it. Seriously, no manner of shouting, hitting, biting or beating will get him to let go. He's like a vice. But...I guess this is the price I have to pay if I want to make sure he doesn't turn into Ice Zombie Medic by mid-winter.
Anyways, you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I fully intend to do that.
Also, Vince found a cigarette and gave it to me. Score.
Later.
- Py
p.s. i swear i don't like him.
IT'S SUMMERRRRRR TIME IN THE CITY. Well actually not quite.
Shit happened again, a lot of snarling back and forth between Rosdahl and I. Lots of harsh things said but I think...I think he's going to try to forgive me for what I did. I hope he can, at any rate.
