June 3, 3224 A.W.
Life on the streets is never easy. That was one of my constant lessons throughout the time I was alone. It wasn't until I got up enough guts to help other orphans that really good things came my way. I'm getting ahead of myself, I was talking in my last entry about the sort of things orfs like me had to go through. Just like how the housing conditions, if they could even be called that, were horrid, disease and rancid food weren't the only things we had to look out for. I myself had to worry about auts, ticks (which is what I call people who hardly work, but get money anyway), and peeps in general. There will always be those sickos out there who will go after kids for a kick. The only time an orf will resort to that sort of thing is when there is absolutely no other choice. .I hate to say that I reached that point one time. I don't like talking about it much, and nobody in my group knows. Let's just say that a therapist gave me a free counseling session one time and told me to get the hell out of that situation as fast as possible for my own sanity. I took his advice, thank the Goddess.
The most terrifying thing about that I think, is not knowing whether or not the person getting their kicks from a kid (usually guys), is carrying anything or whether they're sadists. I still have scars on my back from one "session". I can tell you this though, ticks always seem the most interested in that sort of thing. Sick huh? Trust me, you don't know sick until you've been through a few nights of being in a tick's room or in an alley. Even now, if I don't catch someone's scent or recognize the sound of them coming, if I feel them touch me I jump. This is coming from a person who's been with a group for six years now. Give you any idea of how bad it can be? It should. Fortunately for me I never caught anything. Thank the Goddess for medical tests! Hell, I still have nightmares about some of those "sessions"! Now I'm sure you're wondering why I'm writing all this. I'm beginning to wonder that myself. Then again, Salamendestriana did give this journal to me, so why the hell not? Sal has always been a smart person. Often times smarter than me.
She is of royal blood after all. Technically she and Rad Red aren't orfs, but they help us out anyway. Mainly because they're my friends and such. Though to make sure that the peeps can't figure out who they are they wear ninja outfits that completely cover them except for their eyes. In fact I met Rad Red back when I had this accident of sorts. I was walking along in the shadows at night and. Let's just say that one of the ticks remembered me and wanted another "session" (whether I was willing or not), and Red helped me out. Fortunately for me Red thinks that it was about something completely different. I told him that the guy got pissed because I stole his money, Rad Red believed my excuse. I can tell you right now that being friends with a guardian and a princess has its ups. Do I have problems? Yeah, I won't deny it, but I know for a fact that I didn't have a choice in it. Although it's just a June night, not all that cold, I'm hiding up in my "bunk" wrapped up in a quilt while I write.
A "bunk" with my group consists of parts of several rooms, all in levels from floor to ceiling in the building we took over. Well, actually it was an abandoned warehouse, but who gives a crap? So as I'm sure you can imagine, each room in this building was originally HUGE. About twenty feet between the floor and the ceiling and fifty or sixty feet from wall to wall. To make the most living space we could, we separated each room into several levels so that there would be more area to spread out on. My bunk consists of the top level of about four or five different rooms. Despite the fact that I get a lot of stuff from stealing, I still have plenty of floor-space. I could literally run laps on the carpet I put over it and not run into anything. Unless I were to miss the doorway and hit a wall that is. Sometimes I share my bunk with others, sometimes I sleep alone. Being alone is the worst, it just increases the frequency and intensity of my nightmares. We all have our own bunks, that way if we want to be alone, we can be. Sometimes about half the group will sleep in one bunk though. Kind of a reassurance of sorts. Let me tell you, despite what you may think, it is incredibly reassuring to fall asleep surrounded on all sides by friends, people you consider family.
On those nights I don't have nightmares at all. Surprising after what I've been through huh? The way I figure it, as long as I have my friends around me, they can wake me up before a tick could ever get to me. Kind of a silly thing to worry about when I have enough strength and friends backing me up that it's the ticks that have to worry about me. Not the other way around. Goddess it's cold! I have about ten quilts piled up around and over me, and I'm still cold. Doesn't help any that my fur is standing on end what with me thinking about the ticks. Doesn't help me any that I started thinking about this one tick that was a sadist that had an obsession with running a finger down my spine before he did anything. If anything, the cold I'm feeling isn't from actual cold or starvation, it's from the chills I get thinking about it. I'll keep this up later, I need to go find someone to keep company with. Last thing I need to be doing is freaking out so badly that I can't move!
Life on the streets is never easy. That was one of my constant lessons throughout the time I was alone. It wasn't until I got up enough guts to help other orphans that really good things came my way. I'm getting ahead of myself, I was talking in my last entry about the sort of things orfs like me had to go through. Just like how the housing conditions, if they could even be called that, were horrid, disease and rancid food weren't the only things we had to look out for. I myself had to worry about auts, ticks (which is what I call people who hardly work, but get money anyway), and peeps in general. There will always be those sickos out there who will go after kids for a kick. The only time an orf will resort to that sort of thing is when there is absolutely no other choice. .I hate to say that I reached that point one time. I don't like talking about it much, and nobody in my group knows. Let's just say that a therapist gave me a free counseling session one time and told me to get the hell out of that situation as fast as possible for my own sanity. I took his advice, thank the Goddess.
The most terrifying thing about that I think, is not knowing whether or not the person getting their kicks from a kid (usually guys), is carrying anything or whether they're sadists. I still have scars on my back from one "session". I can tell you this though, ticks always seem the most interested in that sort of thing. Sick huh? Trust me, you don't know sick until you've been through a few nights of being in a tick's room or in an alley. Even now, if I don't catch someone's scent or recognize the sound of them coming, if I feel them touch me I jump. This is coming from a person who's been with a group for six years now. Give you any idea of how bad it can be? It should. Fortunately for me I never caught anything. Thank the Goddess for medical tests! Hell, I still have nightmares about some of those "sessions"! Now I'm sure you're wondering why I'm writing all this. I'm beginning to wonder that myself. Then again, Salamendestriana did give this journal to me, so why the hell not? Sal has always been a smart person. Often times smarter than me.
She is of royal blood after all. Technically she and Rad Red aren't orfs, but they help us out anyway. Mainly because they're my friends and such. Though to make sure that the peeps can't figure out who they are they wear ninja outfits that completely cover them except for their eyes. In fact I met Rad Red back when I had this accident of sorts. I was walking along in the shadows at night and. Let's just say that one of the ticks remembered me and wanted another "session" (whether I was willing or not), and Red helped me out. Fortunately for me Red thinks that it was about something completely different. I told him that the guy got pissed because I stole his money, Rad Red believed my excuse. I can tell you right now that being friends with a guardian and a princess has its ups. Do I have problems? Yeah, I won't deny it, but I know for a fact that I didn't have a choice in it. Although it's just a June night, not all that cold, I'm hiding up in my "bunk" wrapped up in a quilt while I write.
A "bunk" with my group consists of parts of several rooms, all in levels from floor to ceiling in the building we took over. Well, actually it was an abandoned warehouse, but who gives a crap? So as I'm sure you can imagine, each room in this building was originally HUGE. About twenty feet between the floor and the ceiling and fifty or sixty feet from wall to wall. To make the most living space we could, we separated each room into several levels so that there would be more area to spread out on. My bunk consists of the top level of about four or five different rooms. Despite the fact that I get a lot of stuff from stealing, I still have plenty of floor-space. I could literally run laps on the carpet I put over it and not run into anything. Unless I were to miss the doorway and hit a wall that is. Sometimes I share my bunk with others, sometimes I sleep alone. Being alone is the worst, it just increases the frequency and intensity of my nightmares. We all have our own bunks, that way if we want to be alone, we can be. Sometimes about half the group will sleep in one bunk though. Kind of a reassurance of sorts. Let me tell you, despite what you may think, it is incredibly reassuring to fall asleep surrounded on all sides by friends, people you consider family.
On those nights I don't have nightmares at all. Surprising after what I've been through huh? The way I figure it, as long as I have my friends around me, they can wake me up before a tick could ever get to me. Kind of a silly thing to worry about when I have enough strength and friends backing me up that it's the ticks that have to worry about me. Not the other way around. Goddess it's cold! I have about ten quilts piled up around and over me, and I'm still cold. Doesn't help any that my fur is standing on end what with me thinking about the ticks. Doesn't help me any that I started thinking about this one tick that was a sadist that had an obsession with running a finger down my spine before he did anything. If anything, the cold I'm feeling isn't from actual cold or starvation, it's from the chills I get thinking about it. I'll keep this up later, I need to go find someone to keep company with. Last thing I need to be doing is freaking out so badly that I can't move!
