| 006 |
[Feb. 6th, 2012|12:06 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | accidental post, angst is strong in this one, blah blah blah, boy troubles, damn it kiseki, inferiority complexes, private entry, random, sob, somebody sucks, someone's pining, talk to your diary-chan, ueda, well okay then | ] |
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[Accidental audio]
So like these are supposed to be diaries or whatever, right? I mean, even though you can still talk to people over them. It's like a blog, right? So I could probably write stuff here and it'd be fine. Maybe I should just get a normal diary, since these things can act so strangely.
But it's good to write stuff, too, right? To get it out instead of letting it bubble up inside of you. I mean, that's supposed to be a healthy thing to do, right? To write, I mean. Not to let it build up.
[...] Maybe it's not so good that I'm talking to myself. I suck.
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( Private; incredibly hard to hack )
[Audio]
Hey. Does anybody want to do anything or something?
I mean, it's really boring here. After wandering around in the dark for a bunch of days, working in a lingerie store kind of loses its mystique.
Just coming over to buy something would be nice, you know? I'm bored. Or something. |
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| 005 |
[Dec. 8th, 2011|01:29 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | accidental post, afraid of the dark, math & ueda = favorite things, pain in my toekoro, random, sexy outfits for all!, sleep-talking, someone's pining, stupid entry, ueda, will now have insomnia | ] |
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| |  sleepy | ] |
[Accidental video]
[It's late at night and Yumi is cuddling up to a stuffed dolphin in her sleep. And much to the dismay of Miyuki's delicate sensibilities, despite the cooler weather, she's kicking off her covers and showing off some bare legs.]
Mmf... [She mumbles something unintelligible, and then there's a quiet:] Manager, no... [zzzzz] It's $10.45... You need to carry the 2...
[zzzzzzzzzzzzzz] [she rolls over, and kicks the covers some more and then giggles in her sleep]
Hope... less...
[And then the relative peace of the scene is ruined when she kicks her leg again and ends up striking her bedside table. She sits up, still looking sleepy, but hissing in pain]
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
[Grabbing at her foot ;___; OWWWWWWWWWWWW]
Ugh, what time is it? |
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| 004 |
[Aug. 20th, 2011|10:25 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[Yumi's currently standing in front of a mirror, looking at herself as she holds up a dress - a maid's costume, to be exact. She studies it, looking surprisingly serious and perhaps a bit solemn. But, soon enough, with a little sigh, she lowers it away from her body.]
It's not the same... I guess it's silly to hope for it, but -
[...] Maybe the other stores will have something more like his...
[And with that, she turns to fold the outfit and hang it back up again when she sees the journal flashing at her from the table she set it on. She stares at it for a moment, surprised, before she smiles.]
Ha ha, oops, I guess I must have turned it on without realizing. [She picks it up and smiles into the camera] Hi, everyone! Just so you know, I've decided to just give in and get myself a job. I tried to resist, but I guess there's no avoiding it. I was planning to spend all my time at the beach, but I haven't managed to get out there yet. I don't know how long summer lasts here, either...
[She turns the camera away to give everyone a view of her new job - and is that lingerie you see? Why yes, yes it is. Lots of lingerie, bras, underwear, and outfits of the more sexy variety.]
Ta da! This is where I work! Come by to visit sometime if you like. If I like you, I might give you a discount.
[And with a wink, the journal clicks off.] |
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| 003 |
[Jun. 30th, 2011|05:24 pm] |
[Audio]
[Some fumbling at first as she tries to figure out how to do a PURPOSEFUL audio:]
Um... is it working? Okay. I just wanted to thank everyone again for being so nice to me back when this place was being super creepy and all that. I really appreciate it. I'm doing better now. Especially since it actually feels like summer here! Which is great, that means lots of fun and -
- well... I guess I need to get a job. But I can worry about that later. Or right now. I still need to go buy stuff, after all... I guess I'll look for a job or something. [Sigh.]
Well, anyway! I have a question for whoever's out there! I'm looking for some eligible, preferably cute boys who want to go on a date! Don't be shy! Miyuki-chan and I are both looking for a beau or two for a double-date!
Miyuki-chan likes nice guys, so no funny business! She's really cute and really nice! I'm not opposed to a guy with a wild side, I guess, but I like nice guys, too, of course. And cute. Duh! Miyuki-chan and I won't settle, I can promise you that!
Okay! I guess I'm rambling. That's all for now!
[IC EDIT, written:] I should also mention that Miyuki-chan's interested in a serious relationship! |
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| 002 |
[Jun. 12th, 2011|06:10 pm] |
[Accidental audio]
[At first, there's some inaudible muttering, but it steadily grows in volume:]
There's nothing scary out there in the dark... there's nothing scary out there in the dark--
--hey, who cares if people said there were monsters? Whatever! It's fine--
finefinefinefine
Things shouldn't ever be this dark unless something sexy is going on...
Man, I hate it when they glow like that! [She starts reading secrets:] "There is a psychopathic mass murderer among you"... this is just all a joke, right? It's gotta be. Like telling horror stories.
Yeah...
Yeah, it's fine. It's fine.
[She has no idea where she is. She's in the hotel lobby, having been unable to find her way to her room. She's currently curled up in a ball somewhere in the lobby, so feel free to run into her.] |
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| 001 |
[May. 13th, 2011|05:01 pm] |
Okay! So I was told that if I write in this, I’ll be able to talk to people. I guess this is something like a computer or a cell phone. It’s kind of cute! Also kind of retro. I like it! So, anyway, hi whoever you are! Is this something like a chat room?
In any case, until I get some responses I don’t think I’m going to tell you my A/S/L/CUPSIZE because who knows what kind of perverts there could be out there! (And not like I could even explain the "L" part!)
[Then the text stops and the journal shifts to audio without the speaker realizing:]
Of course, this doesn’t really explain how I got here. The last thing I remember was going home after work. Did I fall and hit my head? Is this a dream? […] I guess I couldn’t know for sure if I have a concussion.
[…]
Definitely a dream. Or, no. Ouch! [she just tried pinching herself] Ouch, okay. It’s not a dream, then. |
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