Entry #A-1: "A" [Text]

[dead_black_eyes]

[It's his first time posting to the network, and he doesn't realize it yet. Because he has taken out a clean sheet of paper, titled it a number that is almost as comforting as his birthdate as a working title, and has begun draft 18 of Chapter 9 of his detective novel's sequel.]

"But, Jonathan," she whispered, leaning close and hugging embracing him happily like she never wanted to let go. "I don't want you to leave. It's too dangerous.

He didn't care about the danger, but he cared about Joann Sophie Florence Abigail Esmeralda Marie.

"I love you," Marie said, sincerely like she meant it lovingly.

"I

[At this point, the struggling unpublished mystery writer scribbles to vent some frustration.]

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text; copying his writing style fairly well

[siesinddasessen]

"don't want to lose you." And she embraced him as well, pushing him back against the bed. "Stay with me." Was the last thing that he heard her whisper before a tissue with chloroform was pressed over his mouth and nose. "I will make you stay."

[Entertain her, distract her from all her trouble.]

text; (only she is clearly better at this!)

[dead_black_eyes]

[...well that's mildly alarming.

He's so startled that the point of his pencil breaks. This is exactly the type of thing his therapists would tell him to ignore.

Because words didn't just appear on paper. He must have written them... there was no other explanation.

He finds a pen, continuing where the ghostwriter left off.]

Johnathan woke up hours later, each limb tied securely secured to the mattress. He couldn't believe he'd been so trusting foolish.

His eyes searched around for Marie He looked for Marie, eyes glancing furtively around the room, at all the dark corners.

She could have been anywhere... and so could the man she was working for.

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[siesinddasessen]

[His literal ghostwriter is surprised for a moment, she didn't expect this to not have a... different reaction.

But this is fun. Let her see where she can push this... though it would be helpful to have a few more details about those characters to play with them. Not that there doesn't seem to be all the leeway considering how the mystery author couldn't even decide on a name for the character.]

And he was right. Cursing internally, he went still as someone sat down on the mattress. That must be him, the mattress was dipping too low for her light, graceful figure...

But when he turned to look at her, his blood froze. This was his aunt twin brother. "You are dead!" He had died four years ago in a cruel accident, how could he be here?!

[A plot twist a alteration or something... she should probably slow down, but throwing him curve balls is too much fun and she really expects him to stop just continuing to write any moment, so she will have to do what she can.]

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[shortspoken]

Oh, Bertholdt is going to love this.

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[dead_black_eyes]

[He is starting to get legitimately freaked out by his paper talking to him. Ignoring it isn't an option, as much as he wishes it could be.]

What is this?

[His heart leaps in his throat as a possibility occurs to him. Maybe this is terrifically advanced technology, beyond his understanding. They've been spying on him, he's half-convinced, and if they're finally going to offer him a job, he can't behave like he's surprised.]

...CIA?

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[ursoreckless]

[he has a document open in which he was copying out notes so when he sees the writing on the network - and reads the poor novel in works - Shou just switches over, using his stylus like he would a pen. to the trained eye, it looks like someone use to writing in a language other than English.]

"I love you but I cannot live with you."

He felt the prick of the needle as it was jabbed into his arm. He pulled away and she smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Don't worry, it will all be over soon."

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[dead_black_eyes]

[This went from weird to really, really upsetting. Much faster than he thought it could.

He draws a long, thick line, separating the languishing story from the other things he wants to say.]

How is this possible? If you're trying to screw with me, I applaud your method, but if I need to call the doctor now, it might be good to know.

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[fridayisyellow]

Just have him say "I love you too!" It's not that hard.

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[dead_black_eyes]

[Whoa. Now the paper is talking to him.

So he talks back, feeling like a fool, and also glad that he lives alone.]

He... can't. His career is such that getting attached to others is dangerous and ill-advised.

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[titansno]

[eh, what the hell. she's bored. so here we are. in spidery handwriting in red pen, after an arrow appears pointing to the constant strikes on the lady's name--]

Decide working names for your main cast before starting a draft.

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[dead_black_eyes]

Yes, that makes a lot of sense.

No one was supposed to see this yet.

Handwritten;

[vetala]

Why'd you stop? It was getting good.

Handwritten;

[dead_black_eyes]

There's no need to patronize me.

Handwriting

[princenopants]

Do they get to be happy?

Handwriting

[dead_black_eyes]

[As with all of these responses, he pauses for a fairly long time before carefully answering.]

It would spoil the ending if I told you. But...

No. They don't.

[Text | Handwritten]

[scramasax]

[He does comb through the responses to see if this source of unfamiliar handwriting has been informed - sees the bit that nobody was meant to see this, but that leaves the very distinct, deliberate-looking writing of a network number a point of curiosity.]

Have you known that number for long, if I may ask?

[Text | Handwritten]

[dead_black_eyes]

Half my life.

I never used it for anything before now.

[Handwritten]

[originaloddcouple]

What happened next?! What did he say?!

[Handwritten]

[dead_black_eyes]

That maybe he should have listened to his doctor and stayed on his meds.

[He's had an exhausting evening.]

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[tenaciousc]

So, I guess you've noticed by now that other people can read this.


I actually liked Abigail better, if it helps.

Handwritten

[dead_black_eyes]

Why do you prefer Abigail?

[handwritten]

[grannyfucker]

[Normally, Jovan doesn't go for handwriting. He doesn't like how personal it gets. But for this...he will do what he must.

He draws an arrow to the scribbles and then at the other end of the arrow writes.]

What the fuck is this supposed to be? I hope it's not your cursive, because it looks like my retarded three legged dog just had a seizure with a sharpie. F-

[handwritten]

[dead_black_eyes]

You should probably consider channeling your negativity into something productive.

Maybe crochet a scarf. It's so easy even a maladjusted idiot can do it.

voice;

[metalbent]

Seriously? Romance novels? That's what we're putting on here, now?

Also, don't you dare name her Sophie.

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[dead_black_eyes]

Sophie was my mother's name. What's wrong with Sophie?