text post of sorts

[misgives]

[ Someone is accessing the network writing in their own blood. That can't be bad news or anything. ]

Comments

[dorkytracksuit]

You're right, I'm sorry. I only know what has been written.

[misgives]

its ok

i did a bad thing its ok

always get punished for the bad things

maybe did something bad again

[dorkytracksuit]

What you did doesn't matter.

[misgives]

what i do always matters

every day it matters it always matters

[dorkytracksuit]

I'm sorry, I just meant it doesn't come before helping you.

[misgives]

[ It's a long time before Ayden writes back this time. ]

do u think u can help me?

[dorkytracksuit]

Yes. Or I can get you to someone who can. Dr. Strider.

[misgives]

u know Dr Strider?

[dorkytracksuit]

Yes.

[misgives]

hes a good person

hes good to me even when im bad

i dont wanna bother him but its really bad

i think maybe hell be mad at me for letting it get so bad

didnt mean to

can u tell him i didnt mean to

[dorkytracksuit]

I'll tell him, I don't think he will be mad. I just think he will want to help. Can you tell me where you are?

[misgives]

he should be mad i deserve it i did bad again

12th and brown

old warehouse

bad men followed me but maybe they went away but maybe theyll be back

[dorkytracksuit]

What did you do that was bad?

[misgives]

Dr Strider doesnt like when people are hurt

Can he drive there?

[dorkytracksuit]

I'm coming over, okay? I'll help when I get there.

[misgives]

[ ooc: yes, sure, but you might want to join up with the rescue party that's forming. Strider and possibly Jack are also headed that way. ]

not safe davin bad people not safe