Griffin
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I AM AN AWFUL PERSON. IT HAS BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I POSTED. SCHOOL KILLED ME. AP STATS KILLED ME. WORST CLASS EVER.
Regardless it is "Winter" break, so I had some time. I KNOW IT'S LIKE 50 MINUTES LATE I'M SORRY. But Yeah. Here's a p bad post. It's short. It's verbose. It's Griffy. Water u gon do.
LOVE YOU GUYS SORRY. LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD. OH AND MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR <3
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The Christmas season is upon us, and we spend it in the bunker beneath the ruins of the Corners' mansion. It is not a particularly joyous occasion. I chose to write in my journal these past days rather than constantly converse with others. It seemed easier.
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December 20
Despite our circumstances, holiday preparations have begun. Dusty garland decorate the walls, and garish, half-broken lights line the doorways. The festive nature the mansion had last year is not present. That is to be expected.
Cyrus seems to be adjusting as best he can. I am unable to eat—this stress does wonders to my appetite—so I willingly give him my portions. He does not know this. If he knew, he would never accept them.
The atmosphere is somber at best.
Little is done to brighten the mood, but the efforts given are much appreciated by all. This season will be different than all the rest. I fear it will not be a pleasant difference.
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December 21
Our spirits seem so low they threaten to breach Hell’s gates. I pray to the Gods every day, even though Cyrus makes a bold claim that we were raised as Orthodox Christians. I refuse to believe that. My religion is all that remains the truth.
Members shuffle about the bunker in a lethargic state of perpetual melancholy. All eyes are dull, lifeless, save for those of Nodin, which is a startling surprise. He seems to have found hope. I almost envy him.
Even Violett has lost most of her cheer. She smiles still, but her lips do not curl with the child-like glee they used to. As for Akira... She has not spoken to me in days. I have seen her in the exercise room now and then, but never does she glance my way. I do not dare to disturb her.
Christmas is on its merry way, but the season’s greetings will surely pass us by.
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December 22
Gods above, please take away this growing agony. It spreads like a cancer throughout this group, turning, one by one, each mind gray with solidarity and neutralism and apathy. Save us.
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December 23
Something happened. I do not know what exactly. Something sparked this beautiful fire in our hearts. Currently, it is but a smoldering ember, but Karin’s genuine smile—a rare but glorious sight—and Kateri’s optimism fan the flames. Soon the fires of friendship, happiness, and holiday spirit will burn brightly once more.
Perhaps the fire will pierce the icy chill of our situation long enough for us to recover. Perhaps we have been given a blessing. Perhaps this is our chance to fight back.
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December 24
We all accept our situation, but it seems we have chosen to ignore it. I do not object. This is far better than sulking in darkened rooms as the world above rejoices.
Akira speaks to me once more. We do not have full conversations, but the small dialogue we exchange is delightful. Everyone is perking up, even Dante, even Kaki and Kuroshiro, even Ela and Cyrus.
Even me.
The times are looking up.
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December 25
The day has come.
No gifts are to be exchanged today. That is a general consensus. We have been unable to leave the bunker for many weeks. We are surviving off emergency supplies. They will last us for a few months more until our needs exceed what we possess.
I have yet to hear complaints of the untraditional celebrations. We all understand our situation.
No one is the same as they once were. But I have seen smiles these last few days, smiles that had, for so long, been absent. It is refreshing.
I only pray it will stay.
But my merry thoughts are plagued with harsh reality. I rarely sleep. My mind races with thoughts, but they all disperse to leave one in their wake: Why?
Why are we the victims? Why must we suffer? Why are we not allowed to be happy, to enjoy our lives, to live as “normal humans” do? We are no different than them. What we are was not a choice.
If I ever get the chance, I will lay down my life in the fight against Xenogenesis. In fact, I have begun training. A few others have, as well. Even if our efforts are in vain, even if we never see the day that we may fight, at least we are prepared.
Somedays, this drive is all that keeps me going.
But today is not the time to dwell on these thoughts. No, I will shove them aside. Akira smiles today. She is laughing now. Her mother made us all hot cocoa from packets. There are small marshmallows inside.
We all appreciate the small things, now. We have no other choice.
Happy holidays. May the Gods shine down joy and merriment upon you and your families. And may this day burn through any unfortunate ones to come.
That is my wish.
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BECAUSE YOU KNOW
SOME JOURNAL ENTRY THINGS
THAT ARE SUPER LAME AND SLOW AND GROSS
MAKE UP FOR MONTHSSSSSS
OF HIATUS
SO SORRY
LOVE YOU
PLEASE FORGIVE ME
