Post by Cable Resonance on Feb 25, 2007 18:01:43 GMT -5
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I'm filling in the holes here, so even if by some freak of nature I ever forget or start talking again, I'll know how I ended up in this weird little town. I bought a new notebook the other day, one of the fancy ones with the pretty, leather covers and the off-white pages that costs like twelve bucks at a department store, four if you get it on clearence. I even bought a new pen - again, on sale - that's one of the ones that look like they cost tons, but the marble-colored pattern around most of it is actually plastic. You see, I notice odd things about what I buy.
Alright, let me start at the beginning. I'm Cable Alaric Resonance. I am sixteen years old. I never talk, and I write down what most people would say aloud. I'm new around this town, but so far I've gathered nobody who lives here has been born here, they've all come. I've also learned that people aren't used to violin-related deformities, but then again, nobody back home understood the dents in my fingers from pressing the strings either. Yes, that's right. I play the violin.
I hope nobody finds this notebook, because it's going to say some important things that I don't want out into the world. If you read this, don't write anything, please. Just simply give it back. I'll know how much you read depending on how you treat me after that.[/size]
I'm filling in the holes here, so even if by some freak of nature I ever forget or start talking again, I'll know how I ended up in this weird little town. I bought a new notebook the other day, one of the fancy ones with the pretty, leather covers and the off-white pages that costs like twelve bucks at a department store, four if you get it on clearence. I even bought a new pen - again, on sale - that's one of the ones that look like they cost tons, but the marble-colored pattern around most of it is actually plastic. You see, I notice odd things about what I buy.
Alright, let me start at the beginning. I'm Cable Alaric Resonance. I am sixteen years old. I never talk, and I write down what most people would say aloud. I'm new around this town, but so far I've gathered nobody who lives here has been born here, they've all come. I've also learned that people aren't used to violin-related deformities, but then again, nobody back home understood the dents in my fingers from pressing the strings either. Yes, that's right. I play the violin.
I hope nobody finds this notebook, because it's going to say some important things that I don't want out into the world. If you read this, don't write anything, please. Just simply give it back. I'll know how much you read depending on how you treat me after that.