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Drake Salvador's Journal
DIR By: Sgt Salvador
Date: October 20, 2017, 6:07 am
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OOC: Reminder, you would not have access to this ICly, this is
just for everyone to enjoy or not. Go fuck y'ahself. Drake keeps
his journal on him at all times.
*The book is a black, hardback, medium-sized journal, with the
words "Don't let yourself forget."*
*The first page, although labeled page nineteen, as the first
eighteen pages are ripped out, or covered in blood to the point
of illegibility, is titled "Arrival in City Seventeen... again.*
**Everything is written rather neatly, with a few side notes
such as "Don't forget them" and "Fate has fallen, let it
fall."**
Page Nineteen - Arrival in City Seventeen... again.: "Well...
here I am. The Capital of the Union. Received a relocation
coupon in City Forty-Five after my 'retirement. Odd thing how I
drop my life as an active rebel, just to be forced to pick it up
in an old, familiar City. The biggest one nonetheless. Funny,
kinda'. Ironic, even... just rambling, haven't written in this
thing for months. Feels weird holding a pencil, like I forgot
how to hold one. Anyway, so I'm writing this a bit late from the
time I arrived to now, maybe a day or two from arrival? Think my
first day here, I met a girl named Hannah Walker. Cool person,
although seemed rather uneasy after I told her about my time in
the XCCR. Ah, the XCCR... my old family, scattered and mostly
killed... I wonder if James is still alive, maybe Carly? I hope
they are... old bastard probably is dead. Would be great if he
was still alive, would love to see that old man again.
Memories... those ones are good, but sad. Of the XCCR, y'know?"
**There'd be a detailed drawing of what looks like six people in
a group photo. Four of them have distinct features, while the
others seem to just be simple people, smiling for the picture.
One had a large beard, and seemed pretty old. The second is
definitely of Drake, with his massive size, third one is of a
female with distinctive blue eyes. The fourth is of a female
with the name "Hearts" written over her. Possibly a nickname?
The only things colored in the picture are the girls eyes, and
Drake's XCCR Patch on his left shoulder. It'd take up the rest
of the page.**
Page Twenty - New Friends: "Right, so I met this girl named Ally
today. Awesome person, cool friend. Not gonna' lie, pretty cute
too, but I'm too old for her. At least twice her age, right? I
think? Anyway, met her over by the Flats, near the Grotto... or,
what are they calling it nowadays, the Dionysus? We met after we
saw some dude disappear in the Flats. Heard some... domestic
disturbances underneath the flats, so we went to tell a unit
about it, but they ignored us. We went over, turns out they were
under us, in the Cafe. Some kid named Marvin was gettin' his ass
kicked by a girl. Poor bastard had a concussion. Tried to give
him some meds that Ally gave me, but he only took one. Doubt he
took the rest. Got some gear from a guy named Uniform. Lucky
bastard had an O.S.I.P.R.*. Simple gear, not much. A gas mask
with no filter, broken MP7, and a MOLLE vest. Also, apparently I
am in something called the Imperial Industries now. Hann Baer
pulled me in. Pretty good second day.
**A Doodle of an OSIPR is seen on the bottom of this page,
rather crude but is in the shape of the Union Firearm. It'd take
up the rest of the page**
Page Twenty-One - Beautiful, just beautiful: "Right. Today, I
made my signature beauties. The PSI Gloves. Full-fingered
leather gloves with steel plates sewn inside the knuckles, and a
tiny bit of padding to protect your knuckles. Can't tell you how
many peoples jaws were shattered by theses. Twice as many ribs
for sure too. Uniform gave me the metal for it. Awesome dude.
Turns out the girls name is Teeth. More than likely I'll find
out later. Hope it's not as cringey as I think it is. I'll draw
later a picture of a diagram showing how to make them, what
tools you need, et cetera."
**This page ends short, being taken up by a list of items you
need, including full gloves, and ten extra small strips of
leather, or other tough surface, a sewing kit, and ten small
steel plates, specified about as small as your knuckles. The
diagram shows where you insert the plates, where to sew, and how
to use them, including multiple techniques.**
Page Twenty-Two - Hiatus: "Haven't written in a couple of days.
Was dealing with stuff between Teeth and Marvin. Let me fill you
in. Marvin is Teeths Step-brother. Marvin thinks Teeth is dating
Marvin. Teeth says otherwise. Marvin doesn't like it, so ends up
nearly killing this girl Teeth was with, which in turn made her
pull a broken bottle on him. I had to pacify her by popping her
in the leg a couple of times. Nearly killed her on accident when
I got shot, made me shoot her right in the neck. Luckily it was
a four-point-seven, so it went straight through, and missed
everything important. She doesn't understand how lucky she is.
So, I'll be taking a few days from the journal to make sure the
group is safe. The group, Marcus. Marvin. Teeth. Scar. Uniform.
Mask. Uhhh... Zala I think. Only heard about her. Don't know if
I'm forgetting anyone. If I am, I'll fill it in down below.
Signing off, something just happened."
**Down below, there'd be a drawing of the 4.7x30mm bullet. Below
that would be a small description of said bullet, its purposes,
and the year of usage. Yet again, taking up the rest of the
page.**
Page Twenty-Three - Another Injury: "Right, so, Marvin is an
ass. He fucked up Teeth, I guess hit her head against the wall?
She has amnesia now from the looks of it. Doesn't remember her
brother, doesn't remember Zala. Fucked. Marvin needs to go.
Someone put a hit on him during the hiatus, gave the job to me.
Two-thousand to kill him. Teeth offered two-point-five thousand
to not. Employer offered four-thousand for it. I said give me
his trigger finger, and three-thousand, then I'll call it off.
Employer wasn't very happy, but fuck 'em. I've made my money.
Print of my sorrows, and others suffering for the greed of money
and fear. **There'd be a blood print right next to it, like
someone took a dropper of blood made a sloppy circle with it
right next to the sentence** Honestly, I don't know why I do
this. Maybe I need the money to supply food for the group? Maybe
I need money in case I get caught, try to pay them off? Who
knows. All I know is that I felt bad a bit, because it made
Teeth cry. I hate seeing people cry. No matter how many people,
units... things I've killed. Seeing anyone cry gets to me, but I
still must do my job without hesitation. Hesitation means
indecision. Indecision means death. Death means failure. Don't
fail. Never fail. Double rations, can't miss up on this
opportunity, got to go."
**Below this entry, there'd be random drawings of smiley faces,
with the words "Remember, don't forget. Don't forget, remember."
Underlined multiple times on the bottom of the page.**
Page Twenty-Four - Revenge: "I was betrayed. A month in the
Outlands because of a short Irish fuck who told my name. I'll
remember him. I remember his face, his voice, his words. He
seemed empathetic, but he didn't care. I hope he burns in hell
for what he did. For what he almost did to me. I will get him. I
swear on my life, I will. He will pay for his actions. Took my
first life in my ironic new life in this City. Marvin. I had
killed him for causing this. He got Teeth hurt, in which I had
to deal with him instead of help her. She was fine medically,
she wasn't going to bleed out... she did seem to have a tiny bit
of brain damage, but she'll be fine. I had to deal with Marvin.
That Irish fucker turned me in that day for not helping her. I
did what I could. I was going to help her by removing Marvin
from her life. Marvin caused this, but I won't forget the
Irishman. I don't know if she'll forgive me for what I did. She
was devastated, but I had to do it. It was going to happen
sooner or later, but it was either I do it relatively quickly,
or someone else does it slowly. I just hope she does. This group
doesn't need a bigger wedge between it."
**Below this entry would be a rough drawing of the Irishman.
It'd take up the full page, with the words "Remember his crimes"
and "Don't forget him" written on the sides and below the
drawing.**
Page Twenty-Five - Remember: "God damn, I haven't written in
fuckin' months. I uh... I forgot what happened. All I remember
is I was in extreme pain in my body... someone dragging me
through the Outlands... I can hear two things from the memory. A
distinctive biosignal loss and... a girls voice. It's like a
wound on my memory. I can't remember... I forgot. I tell myself
to never forget. Always... but I forgot. I don't know who the
girl was. I can't remember anything. **Obvious eraser marks
here** I remember pink hair now. I'll have to ask someone. This
is awful, I can't remember who was doing this. I checked the
pages before this, but nothing hints to who it was. So many
names... god damn this brainwashing... it's starting to kick in.
What if I forget my family? What if I forget who I am? I already
lost the XCCR picture... luckily I drew it in here... last time
I saw it was in the Outlands, but god dammit why can't I
remember?
**Below this would be the words "Remember." written in various
intensities.**
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