Schwarz Journals (Day 3/?)
By Ray-Chan
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April 17, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
Schuldich and I had a fight today. It was pointless really… but then, most of our fights are.
He did as I asked and pried through Nagi's mind while our youngest team member was not paying attention. Of course Schuldich could never be happy with just that, and he foolishly felt the need to gloat his newfound information. Apparently, Nagi is very sensitive on the topic of his love life. He actually threw Schuldich through a window.
I never did like hospitals. Too many old memories brought back to light.
After Schuldich's broken arm was set in plaster casting, he whined to me about what a "meanie head" Nagi is.
I told him it was his own fault.
What prompted me to say this, I'll never know. Sometimes it's hard to forget one's bastard past even when around a lover. I regret it truly and not just because I'm now sleeping on the couch with certain sexual needs unfulfilled.
He pretended to be angry when I said those hateful words, but I could see his eyes waver. He was crying inside. Damn. I really hate it when he does that. He's not fragile like glass, so why act so needy? I really don't understand him at all.
I'm not in the mood to do assessments tonight. When did work become such a burden to me?
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Closing the black leather book and setting it on the floor, Crawford picked a random journal from the pile to read.
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April 17, 2001
Can't you assholes ever stay the HELL out of my personal life?!?! Ex-CUSE me, but the last time I checked, who I'm dating didn't have any relevance to our missions and therefore is *PRIVATE* information!!!
Well, it's out now. Yes. I'm dating Ken Hidaka and I don't give a shit what you or Schuldich think about it!!! I'm *glad* he's hurt! He has no business sticking his slutty head into other people's minds where it doesn't belong!
Get him a leash, Crawford. Keep you little bitch out of other people's business.
Next time I'll break his neck instead of just his fucking arm!
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Crawford shut the journal thoughtfully and leaned back into the couch cushions.
// When did life get so complicated? //
He opened the next book in the stack.
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Fuckbook
Day Fucking 3
Fuck you, Brad Crawford! Fuck you family…. Fuck your job… (I'd say fuck your friends too, but you don't have any, now do you Brad "Fucking" Crawford?!?!?)
You don't have any fucking feeling for *anything*!!!! Tell me, we you *born* a fucking bastard, or did your mother smack it into you at birt--
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Crawford shut out the other comments, shoving Schuldich's journal under the couch.
// Maybe Farfarello will be insightful today. //
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Entry 3
April 17, 2001
Nurses sure do scream a lot. You would think they had never seen a dead man before.
I like hospitals, Crawford! They have something called a "morgue" with dead people in it, and you can slice and dice them all you want! The smell is a little nasty. I like Schuldich's pocky shampoo better.
Did you tell him to buy more? I'm hungry.
Heh heh… One of the doctors tried to stop me from playing with the bodies. I killed him. His blood was nice and thick. I hope it didn't ruin your carpeting. I put his body in the trunk of your car.--
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// What the…. //
"FARFIE!!!!!!!! Grrrrrr….."
Crawford grabbed his leather journal.
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~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 3 * ~
Nagi hates me.
Schuldich hates me.
Farfarello is going to die a bloody death when I find him.
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Crawford threw the book down and ran outside to check his car's leather interior. It was already leaking red puddles.
"DAMN IT! FARFIE!!! COME HERE SO I CAN **KILL** YOU!!!!!"
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