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[11 Mar 2006|10:05am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

It's night again. I haven't been going outside much-- containing myself. I realize that the disadvantage of being alone here is that I have no way of collecting information whilst locking myself away. I have little idea of the extent of Kira's power, but I'm sure that he does not have the Eyes yet, and he probably does not have the Notebook either...

It's a race. He will try to kill me, I'm certain. I have to find proof he's Kira, something about him, something he'll say... And I have to get us both back to our own world in order to convict him. Perhaps I'll speak to Loki about this. I have a feeling I'm going to have to utilize all my allies.

// Probability of escape.

[04 Mar 2006|05:01pm]
[ mood | ... ]

I woke up thinking, 'I wonder if anyone is looking for me.' I thought about Mello. I thought about the Kira case, the name the nurses keep calling me, and how I haven't touched a real toy in two days now. I thought about how I had met Raito Yagami. There is much more I have to do now than merely being concerned with my own escape...

There's a commotion outside. It's late. Alucard and Father Anderson haven't come for me yet.

There is a seventy-eight percent probability that something is wrong.

// Probability of escape.

#3 [25 Feb 2006|04:03am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I gained resources today. One is named Alexander Anderson, and the other is his squirrel-destroying friend. They are going to let me go with them at night, so that I can gather more information about this place in order to formulate my escape plan. I've already learned about the creatures, and how the asylum changes at night.

I'm skipping the mid-day meal... I will make a list of the objects I have and see which ones I will need for my scheming. I figure I should get a little rest while it's still relatively safe, too.

I've also decided to keep this journal hidden or with me at all times. It would be unwise to leave it out for the nurses to find.

// Probability of escape.

#2 [25 Feb 2006|12:31am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

They're sending us out into the courtyard as a result of misbehavior-- my group has been very bad. Very bad. Bad enough that they had to use some sort of supressing, mist-like agent. It hurt my head, and I did not like it. But, at least, it got those useless patients from my group to be quiet. It is impossible to learn anything from them. They were completely unrational.

Maybe some people here really are crazy after all.

// Probability of escape.

#1 [24 Feb 2006|08:15pm]
[ mood | curious ]

I woke up to the sound of a loud noise and realized within a second two things: first, this was not where I remembered being last, and second, that I wouldn't have gone to bed in a place like this. I had either been kidnapped then, or this was a dream-- like the kind I used to have about a family that never was. The sheets smelled like... Like, cleanliness. Sterile. I got out of bed.

Where was I? The drawers had gray uniforms, neatly folded. There were no toys-- just this journal, and a few other things. Bars in the one, narrow window I have. I had a thought. The voice from the ceiling speaker comfirmed: "...Let us begin group discussion and therapy today for the next few hours." An asylum. I knew where I had been before, working on the Kira case, and I knew were I was now.

All that's missing now is everything in between. Like working with a puzzle, I have the outer pieces. I just need to fill everything else in between.

I guess I can always start with the people.

1 percent // Probability of escape.

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