Like wheat an' sky. One hell of a temper and somethin' to take your breath away. But that kid's dead now, been that way for a long, long time, I think.

I could care less how the weather's changing. I leave this room for food and that's about it. No reason to go back out there anyway 's long as I got smokes here. Fucked if I know, though, could be goin' out anyway. Things are quiet though, and that's what bothers me. Like the damn twilight hours where there aren't hardly any cars downtown. Eerie. Feels like ambushes. Gunshots would sound more welcoming. Silence is just ominous.

Valentines and chocolates and sugar water showers.

Who the hell ever thought this shit would be a good idea? I just don't get it. Whoever runs this place is some kinda crazy fuckin' freak.

I'm staying in my room until this shit is over with. I smell like sugar and feel like I've been candy coated. Sweets are fine every once in a while, but goddamn, this is overdoing it.

Lot's been happenin' lately around here. No sooner does that tournament of fuckin' freaks end do I wake up and look out the window to see red shit fuckin' everywhere.

This place sure is fuckin' festive. I'm vaguely reminded of somethin' but I can't really place what. Fuck it.

Runnin' low on cigarettes, figure I should get some more soon...

Well fuck it. I give up. Any fuckin' normal people here?

Could've been worse. Think I got some kinda concussion, though.

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If you weren't me, I'd fuckin' kill you.
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Some of these freaks I can't even keep up with. This some kinda Marvel comic come to life or somethin', sans the stupid spandex costumes? This place is bullshit. The people here are bullshit. I don't even get it anymore. What the hell's it take to get the trustworthy company of a normal fuckin' human being around here?

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Fuck you.
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So I'm supposed to fight somebody goes by the name 'Sephiria'? Mind if I meet the person's likely gonna kick my ass before the shit goes down?

Duece an' Sevens, Duke, Viper... There were some others, but they were the first ones, we were just a little ruffian bunch back then, some wannabe big timers.

By the time we had more, half of 'em were dead.

They never told you, threat of death, y'see? They followed me, got it? Got more 'cause of me.

...

Here's a smoke for Deuce an' Sevens, heaven or hell be damned, just hope they ended up somewhere better than those goddamn hellhole slums we called home.

Mentally unfit to stand trial.

All the evidence was there... Fingerprints, bullet casings, DNA, and I told 'em it wasn't me. How're you supposed to plead guilty to a crime you don't remember committin'?

We're gonna be real good friends those motherfuckers told me. You're gonna like it here, you fuckin' looney and I don't think not rememberin' after that's got anythin' to do with a lack of memories. It's just hazy as fuck. But the intake, oh fuck... Wasn't sedated for that. It burned and they kept goin' no matter how much I screamed and those sons o' bitches told me you're a fuckin' animal, we're gonna collar ya like one, nobody's ever gonna see ya again cause no mangy dog like you ever gets outta here. That's gotta be fuckin' illegal, right?

But through the haze I remember dreamin' about makin' them suffer like I did and I think that's what kept me goin'.

Also looks like that Deceit fucker must've won some money somewhere, but I'm not complainin', since it'll make sure I've got smokes for a while.

((I'm guessing deduct about 20 monies from what Deceit stole for a carton of cigarettes.))

So damn much blood...

A nightmare and a blessing, how old was I? All I remember is-

Daddy's dead, ain't gonna beat you anymore, kid-

Shut up you sorry bastard! I can take care of my goddamn self! Get the hell outta my-

I'm here, so deal with it, there's no runnin'-

Motherfuckin' cops, dirty pig bastards! This is your fault! YOUR FAULT! GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN' HEAD!

Fuck. Fuck!

Hey, hey uh... Man, what's your name, Rikuo? The hell can you tell me about what happens when I black out, man? Somethin's wrong with me, man, I'm not fuckin' right in the head, am I?

Sometimes... sometimes I hear shit that's not there.

Well fuckin' hell. It sounds like I missed one helluva party.

And fucked if this kid ain't fuckin' chainsmoked these damned cigs, I swear to fuckin' god there were six packs last time and now there's just fuckin' two!

Fucker needs to learn how to pace.

What the shit's goin' down around here, I need some fuckin' entertainment! This town is too dead!

The shit's up with this place? Far as I remember Halloween costumes ain't supposed to be that real, man.

Also, I'm pretty damn sure I've been blackin' out lately. Every few days or so I come to and it's night when I'm pretty sure I was just walkin' around outside in broad daylight. This is fuckin' creepin' me out.

The other day, even, I fuckin' woke up in that room I'd been avoiding. Shit ain't right here or I'm seriously fucked up.

That entry a while back? I know I didn't write that. Not my handwriting. Who the fuck stole my journal and wrote in it?!

I got an itch for somethin' and I can't place just what for. Fucked if I ain't been here long at all and already hate the fuckin' place. Idiot didn't filch enough cigs, looks like I've gotta do everythin' around here.

Went to that room to get cleaned up, this fucker's been sleepin' at the damn church of all places. Shit fuck, I reeked! That so called roommate wasn't even fuckin' there, he's too uptight for his own good sometimes, I fuckin' swear. What's'rfuckin'name... Rikuo, that's it. I gotta have me somebody to hang with, this loner bullshit just ain't cuttin' it.

Calm down, kid. Loosen up. I got yer back.

((For reference, this would be Deceit, in case you couldn't quite tell it wasn't Ashton. The differences in their speech are subtle, since they both grew up on the same streets, so it might be hard to tell?))

Hey, pussy ass law-bitch. Come and fight me, why don't ya?

If you're gonna fuck with me and not face me like a real man, I'd be happy to shoot you in the fuckin' face.

This place is too rural for my taste. I wanna taste the smog in every breath, feel the weight of the skyscrapers pushin' down on me. This place is light and airy an' I want to feel the thick atmosphere of the city again like in that memory.

Somethin' stale and fresh at the same time, somethin' busy and familiar and loud.

This place is too calm, I don't trust it.

Thanks to some guy I managed to find some goddamn cigarettes. The sales clerk seemed confused when I was leaving, then he started sayin' somethin' about how I gave him the wrong currency, but by that time I was already out the door.

Fucker tried to chase me! I think I'm used to running from people, cause I left him in the dust!

When I lit up and took that first drag, though, somethin' hit me. I remembered this coffee color chick I shared a smoke with once and runnin' from the cops. Maybe it was more than once. She acted more like a guy than a chick, but her lips and her tits weren't lyin'.

I feel better already.

So I guess I've got a room here somewhere... Fucked if there's not already somebody living in it, though! I'd stay outside but it's fuckin' cold!

Really really need a cigarette...

Shit fuck! Where the bloody hell am I?

Who am I? Ashton? Sounds familiar, I guess. Shit shit shit.

Somebody fuckin' brainwashed me! I can't remember a goddamn thing but this name, this is some kind of conspiracy or something!

Damn I really want a cigarette! Gotta get out of here, find someplace to hide before they find me... Who? What? No, man, screw that.

I can feel it... they're watching me...

Well at least I'm not defenseless. Looks like I'm packin' some serious heat here. How many guns do I have anyway? Two... three... Jesus fuck. Hope I know how to use all these.

Need a goddamn shave...