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Jan. 22nd, 2009

[Phone Post]



Model:  Apple iPhone 3G

Default: “Weak And Powerless” – A Perfect Circle

Speed Dial:

#1 – Hyuuga Hinata – “The Fragile” – Nine Inch Nails

#2 – Uchiha Sasuke – “Sitting, Waiting, Wishing” – Jack Johnson

#3 – Yakushi Kabuto – “Evil” - Interpol

#4 – Shizune – “Apres Moi” – Regina Spektor

#5 – Tenten -- “The Great Below” – Nine Inch Nails

#6 – Uchiha Itachi – “Sang Real” - Dredg

Contacts:

Uzumaki Naruto – “Shinobi vs. Dragon Ninja” - Lostprophets

Hyuuga Hiashi – “In Pieces” – Linkin Park

Nov. 2nd, 2008

[oo3; Breathe, echoing the sound]

Sasuke-san, I apologize for my untoward behavior the last few weeks. I was quite out of line.

Hinata-san, would you like to come to my room for a cup of tea? I will make it myself... and perhaps later we may go for a walk down to the park. It's lovely this time of year, and I am given to understand there is a festival celebrating the harvest going on.

Oct. 12th, 2008

[oo2; Chosen Words, Chosen Carefully]

...that was...

...well, interesting. Interesting, yes.

I had no idea-- that is to say, I was not aware...

I need to go for a walk to clear my head. No Sasuke, I will not be running away. I just need to get out of here for a bit. I will be careful.


[[ooc: takes place after this thread, which is still in progress but should be finished with the... ahem, appropriate conclusion. Hehehehehe.]]

Sep. 11th, 2008

[oo1; Pleasure set upon slow release]

[Private | Hackable to those who work for Sasuke]

It is so difficult to say  all the things that are wrong with this whole event that it would be easier for me to write about what is going well.

Settling in has been no large ordeal, I suppose; I opened my closet to find that I've a sizable wardrobe already, and a large collection of kimono to wear to, I am only assuming, formal events (though who would take a whore to a formal event escapes me entirely).  They are rather splendid, though, and a far larger assortment than what I had at home.

(Let it be noted that I shall never call this place home, for its bars are even thicker and prettier than the ones they had me behind before.)

At least I can still make my own tea.  I do not trust the goons in the kitchen to do it correctly.