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tushanshu2013-02-04 10:10 pm
occupygotham) wrote in tushanshu2013-02-04 10:10 pm
Entry tags:
- anonymous,
- † assorted characters,
- † bruce wayne,
- † clark kent,
- † damian wayne,
- † dominick cobb,
- † donnie darko,
- † finnick odair,
- † gaius septimus,
- † jack frost,
- † katniss everdeen,
- † kyle rayner,
- † logan,
- † logan howlett,
- † lois lane,
- † miakis,
- † noh-varr,
- † pepper potts,
- † peter parker (animated),
- † santo vaccarro,
- † stephanie brown
01: text, anonymous
[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]
It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:
Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?
Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.
Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.
[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]
I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.
It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:
Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?
Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.
Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.
[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]
I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.
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Then you're proving that you don't have much strength in your own by hiding.
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An idea must be stronger than the man who formulates it. The message is more important than the identification of its source.
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Though if it is a name you request, if only to allow you to see the bigger picture, you may call me Mr Ducard.
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How long have you been here Mister Ducard?
[She doesn't believe that name for a moment.]