Aug 24, 2011

Catching up

Oh god, where to start. Let's go with chronological order. That's simplest, isn't it.

Before Friday when Nick disappeared, before Konaa got trapped in a labyrinth of some kind, I'd just been at Nick's place - nothing from that time that I need to make note of, I think. At least, not in comparison with the other stuff that's happened.

Friday night, I was out taking a walk, conveniently enough, around the time Nick... was drugged and packaged up in a coffin? if I've read that correctly? When I came back, there were guys in suits poking around. Did not want to get involved with their crazy shit, so I went back into the streets.

Then at Wawa's while I was getting a coffee, trying to figure out where to go from there - I'd almost settled on trying for the hospital - this girl came in. She called herself Nikki, at least at first. Said I was really cool, an inspiration, you know, all that shit you want to hear from your fans. Ha.

Turns out she's actually Kari. She slips drugs into my coffee, and I wake up tied to a chair. She screams at me about her boyfriend, Simon, I think it was, tries to interrogate me about labyrinths. I only know about as much as... I guess Konaa at this point. That upset her a bit... She stabbed me in the hand and so I go off on this tangent about how women are more expressive of emotional pain or something. She seemed to accept that, and then she let me go.

...And what happened after that, I don't have the slightest clue. That was the last thing I remember. I'm updating from Philly's library, and apparently, it's Wednesday. Nick gave me my old jade figurine when he found me again on Friday, and it seems to have gone black. These bandages don't exactly look fresh, either. So it's not a time skip, at least. I checked the sketchbook - there are a few new pages. Maybe I'll scan them, but on second thought... not sure if it's wise to. I'm not sure yet. They seem important. And there are a few weird things...

Konaa, I'm going to see if I can't reach you in there somehow. It worked for Vieve and Chester. Worth a shot. And do I have anywhere else to go, really, now that the house is... whatever's happening there?

Ha. Maybe the hospital is a good destination anyway. Who knows if those knives of hers were clean.


  1. Oh sweetie, I'd have thought you'd have more to say about our little encounter. I mean, after all that blood...


  2. Fuck you. Fuck you, Kari. You sadistic fucking weirdo bitch. Next time I see you, I'm gonna shoot you in the face and dump you in the sewer. I fucking swear.

  3. Awww, don't be like that Nessy. Then again, I don't know this Kari person, so eh, I don't give a shit.

    You sound fun, wanna hang out sometime?

    Stay frosty, baby.

  4. For god's sake, who spikes your fucking coffee? Psychotic bitches, I swear. >_< At least she let you go willingly.