Post by 「NOXA」 on Feb 23, 2017 13:42:18 GMT
Name: Nori Xavier Alias: 「NOXA」 Age: 21 Height: 4'10" Weight: 115 Lbs Gender: Female Race: Human Class: Unwilling「STAND」user Personality: ♦Petty ♦Obsessive ♦Nihilistic Stats: Physical ♦Agility: 9 ♦Strength: 0 ♦Toughness: 6 Technical ♦Skill: 6 ♦Force: 0 ♦Stealth: 9 |
:Freeform section:
You know... I've been thinking about him lately. I used to think that he showed up as a way to punish me — keep me trapped in this hell... But I don't know; maybe he was there all along. I'll never forget when he showed up — a little after my birthday two years ago... But it's possible that he was always there; it's possible that I just couldn't see him, like a lot of people. It would make sense — weird things have always kind of happened around me. Things being left in odd places; drawers opening or closing themselves; clothes misplaced... Just... Weird tings.
Either way, everything is still the same since my previous entries. Still alone — he isn't very good company; from what I catch I think he wants me to be alone, but I'm not sure. Still unskilled. No goals. Directions. Depression has been arguably worse ever since he appeared. Before he showed up I always had the idea that at least Death could make it all end, but... Even that's not an option anymore. I'm stuck here — forever, it seems.
Sometimes I still have weird dreams about that night when I jumped, about how I woke up after like nothing happened — not a scratch on me, but at the bed of the river days later. The only difference is that he was there too.
Looking for a way to die has gotten old for a while...
Since killing myself isn't an option I should focus on killing time instead.
I need a hobby.
Other Notes:
You know... I've been thinking about him lately. I used to think that he showed up as a way to punish me — keep me trapped in this hell... But I don't know; maybe he was there all along. I'll never forget when he showed up — a little after my birthday two years ago... But it's possible that he was always there; it's possible that I just couldn't see him, like a lot of people. It would make sense — weird things have always kind of happened around me. Things being left in odd places; drawers opening or closing themselves; clothes misplaced... Just... Weird tings.
Either way, everything is still the same since my previous entries. Still alone — he isn't very good company; from what I catch I think he wants me to be alone, but I'm not sure. Still unskilled. No goals. Directions. Depression has been arguably worse ever since he appeared. Before he showed up I always had the idea that at least Death could make it all end, but... Even that's not an option anymore. I'm stuck here — forever, it seems.
Sometimes I still have weird dreams about that night when I jumped, about how I woke up after like nothing happened — not a scratch on me, but at the bed of the river days later. The only difference is that he was there too.
Looking for a way to die has gotten old for a while...
Since killing myself isn't an option I should focus on killing time instead.
I need a hobby.
Other Notes: