Only reply to my journal if it's not some retarded remark, calling me a burger, or whatever, I'm just going to stop making this journal if one person calls me burger because of my character's name, also, it ruins the look of my journal when you comment on it, so don't reply unless you have something note worthy to say, or something regarding the journal and/or incidents referred to in it.
Out of Character for OOC:
*The page is dirtied with type writer ink, and there are some perfectly straight lines of ink running across the page*
Angus Buchanan
Well, I've arrived in the marvellous shitehole known as City 18 a few days ago, got an old typewriter repaired and set up, so, I guess there's no reason not to start writing a journal, diary, whatever the hell you want to call it, the least it'll do is pass the time, maybe I'll look back on this one day, if I ever get out of here, which doesn't seem likely considering I just arrived. I need to get somewhere to stay, this UCH place isn't the best accommodation I've ever been in, infact, it's probably the worst, the place is as dirty as fuck and the bed has cockroaches living in it, maybe I should try and get myself to that D2 place I've heard folks talking about, it seems a lot better there, maybe dirtier, but none of those Combine scum or those Loyalist ratbags there, I guess. Well, nothing else has really happened here in the past few days, apart from some guy getting knocked out, which was a laugh, and a good way to pass a few minutes, so I'm going to stop now, and I guess I need to save the ink this type writer had on it.
Yes, this character is German, some parts will be in German, a lot of it will be in English as the character studied English at university, if any of the German words are wrong, blame the translator
*The front cover is a laminated piece of blank paper, with the name "Charlotte Diederich" written on it; many of the pages are filled, presumably from earlier in Charlotte's life.*
I suppose I've not written in this thing for years... I found it earlier when I was searching through my suitcase... well... not much happening in this... place... well... I'm sharing a room with a man... his name is Alex... well, he's a good friend, I suppose, but he's being acting...what is the word in English... strange... selstam...earlier, he broke down crying in front of me, I honestly don't know why... he went out for a while, and he came back with two things... he called them... bio-somethings... biogel... I think... he said he got them incase he got shot, or worse... I hope Alex isn't getting into anything too dangerous...
Only Citadel Daily Staff replying/writing on this forum please
Out of Character for OOC:
Anonymous Opinion(s).
Doing his/her job feels "great", and "amazing".
Regards job as a "life-style", rather than a job.
Detests anti-civil activities.
Comments that the CWU have done good things for us. "Without them, this beautiful town...well... it wouldn't be as beautiful." - Comment from Anonymous.
Comment from Anonymous - "They [Loyalists] have chosen the right path-way.
Anonymous also wishes luck to the future endeavours of the Citadel Daily.
Well, I'd better start from the beginning, a few days ago, I met Alex, someone like me, who, himself, has lost someone in his life, we've been staying together for a few days now, and we've been talking, and altogether, he's made me feel a lot better about... Aiko... well... I've never written a journal before... so... I'm not sure what else I could write... well... I'll just leave it at this just now, come back to it at a later day.
I was playing on HL2RP today, and the amount of FailRpers was just fucking annoying... firstly, there where these 4 tards standing infront of a guy with a shotgun, the guy with the shotgun gave warning shots, the failrpers stand still and say things like "can i join webelz" and "how do i get gun"...
Then later, I was playing as my anti-civil character, when I was going into the S6 Apartments, what happens? Some fucktard with a pistol accuses me of following him ( OOCLY ) and shoots the shit out of me without any RP what-so-ever...
A few weeks earlier, there was some guy claiming to be a weed dealer and saying things such as "yo i got crack n weed n shit com with me i have guns we can kill combinez" and I'm like *facepalm*
Al Yankovic makes some funny and creative songs, most of them are parodies of other famous songs, some his own, I'll put a couple of YouTube vids below.
If you want more, open that magical thing that leads you to the internet and traverse to the world of YouTube.
Didn't see a topic about Rock, ( Don't get mistaken with your Heavy Metal stuff/Punk/Any sub genres, this is more of the... original rock, should I say. ) Some of my favourites are AC/DC, Guns 'n' Roses, and Thin Lizzy. Rock music originated in and after the 1960's, mainly in the United Kingdom and the USA, its roots are from the 1940's/1950's Rock 'n' Roll. Rock has got lots of sub-genres, like Punk, Heavy Metal, Pyscedelic, Grunge, and many more. Remember to post your opinions et cetera.
This place reminds me of the old country... lots of fighting... dictatorship... slavery...
Day 2
Not much happened today, got my first City 18 ration pack... not much different from the City 8 shit packs, I must admit. Spent my first night sleeping in the CCH lobby... it was a rough night, but I got through it. I heard someone getting taken away earlier, it brought back the memories of when my family got taken away in the war back home...
[/OOC] You may have read my other journal, IC things that recently happened, this goes further into my character's back story and some of his earlier days in C18
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Edit - Fixed dates; whoever said the Combine invaded in 2016 is a big poop! Telling my gullible mind wrong facts D:
Date - 11/12/2009
Well, its a happy day today, little Aiko has turned three! I thought that I should keep a journal from now on, well, I don't exactly know what to write as it is the first time I have actually, well, I don't know, written a journal!
Date - 1/1/2010
Happy new year! I haven't used the journal that much, I need to get into this daily cycle of writing what I get up to, well, currently, it's the first day in 2010! My parents say I should celebrate the proper Chinese New Year rather than celebrating the start of the year, like the rest of the family, but, my wife is Japanese, and we have been nationalized Scottish citizens for around 15 years now.
Date - ?/?/2010
I don't know what the hell is happening... fucking things in the sky... we just called for our friends to pick us up... I don't know what is happening... Oh my... we are hiding in the basement as I write this, staring out the window... these... I don't know... they... Aiko...
Day 1
Aiko... Aisha... why me?!
Day 3
I still can't get over it... I see them when I sleep... I'm going to get those... whatever they are called...
Day 7
Finally coming round to my senses, it makes everything worse... I can remember what happened on the day... that fateful day...
Day 16
I don't know what I'm gettin' into... these guys... they want to kill the... Combine, I think they call them... they look serious... they have some expensive ordinance... met a few of the guys, one called... Geno, I think, and the other guy called himself N...
Day 21
Can't let anyone find this journal... I figured I'm going to rip out this part in a few weeks and leave it somewhere in D2...
Day 30
I'm in this place called D2... I figured that I didn't want f'all to do with those murderers... I found some broken pistol parts... I think it's a H&K USP-M... we used the same things in the... shit... I need to stop thinking about my past...
Day 32
Well, I found a pistol spring... I'll have this thing fixed in a few days... got my radio... just setting the frequency... well, I'm going to rip out this part of the journal... the pictures of Aiko and Aisha... I can't look at them...
Shit, I don't think they know I am down here, I don't have much time, that loyalist scumbag! He ambushed us... P is gone, my radio isn't working and I've lost contact with the rest of the group... I suppose the best thing is to leave some supplies for when the others pull through... if they do... they found us... that so-called "merchant" ratted us out... ambushed us... I was lucky enough to be on the scouting rota at that time... barely made it out... I swear, I'm gonna fuckin' get I need to lay low for a while, find the others and get out...
Day 53
I can't believe it... I just killed - No... I avenged G... I'm not a murderer... or am I? The only time I feel happy is when I sleep... I see her... and little Aiko... I still can't believe that G is gone... my day hours are haunted by my him... those... I don't even know what to call them... animals... they took him... N managed to get out... he didn't even help him... I'm going to get N... after I finish with this bitch...
Day 55
What have I become...? No more than a fucking criminal... I had hopes... of resisting against the Combine... I... I...murdered... that poor man... I feel nothing... what did he do to me... I threw him on the tracks... watched him die... for what? No... I am not a murderer!
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