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016 ; torture me with all i wanted [14 May 2006|01:23am]
I don't know how rumor of my having a "boyfriend" got spread like a fucking disease (like kindergarten antics), but to set the record straight... no I did not turn gay overnight.

... since when did my business become so riveting anyway?

Better cover my tracks from now on. I've been slipping. I'm much better than that.

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26 truthful moments|learning to live

015 ; ladykiller [12 May 2006|06:29am]
It isn't like me to be so confused about my own actions.

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Fullmetal, what is your current location? You're overdue for an ass-beating.
11 truthful moments|learning to live

014 ; desire [07 May 2006|03:45am]
[ mood | drunk ]

sexual musings of a sloshed ColonelCollapse )

48 truthful moments|learning to live

013 ; passion [06 May 2006|03:56am]
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learning to live

012 ; stuck in this spin [03 May 2006|12:39am]
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Where are the rumored portals in Vegas?

Clara, do we have enough between us for tickets to England?

I'm willing to try anything.

This place is suffocating. It might sound strange, but... This may be known as one of the most exciting landmarks in this world, but I feel like I'm stagnating. I'm restless. Even glitz and glamor loses its luster after a while.

Besides I need answers... and no one here seems to have them.

I want to locate the rest of my comrades. Where are the Elric boys? Who else is displaced? I better not return home to find my position has already been filled in my absence. I'm tired of communicating through intangible space.

Selphie appears to have found a portal to Amestris. It makes sense... if we were torn out of our world, who's to say it hasn't happened to the natives?

As much fun as I'm having in light of this catastrophe, I have to admit that I miss the life I have in Amestris. I've got responsibility... duties... It's the life I know. I don't think I could give it up for an entirely new life. Could I?
13 truthful moments|learning to live

011 ; "Consider Yourself Warned" [29 Apr 2006|04:03am]
I somehow succeeded in blowing an entire day in front of the television.

Does anyone else agree that the majority of it is mindless tripe?

Half hour blocks of thematical, predictably plotted nonesense interrupted periodically by brainwashing advertisements that might as well be subliminal messages sent straight to my wallet.


... so I bought "TAG" body spray. Something in the commerical spoke to me.

And I can't... stop... listening to this Kylie Minogue...
60 truthful moments|learning to live

010 ; ?! [27 Apr 2006|04:50am]
Hey Fullmetal, is that YOU?Collapse )
46 truthful moments|learning to live

009 [23 Apr 2006|11:33pm]
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... I must have been so drunk last week in my stress that I thought I had a conversation with a homonculus doppleganger of Fullmetal. He looked... so much like Edward... that... it hurt.

... I had a conversation today with someone sitting beside me for five minutes before I realized that they were talking to themselves.

Another five minutes later I discovered that they were talking on their "cell phone" with some sort of headset.

This could be a good idea when I'm not at a computer.

For the time being, I've taken to collecting zippos. I unthinkingly lit a gentleman's cigar for him with a snap when he quested for a light.

He didn't quite know what to say.

On a whim, I managed to clean up after myself.

"Magic trick."

The people here are entranced by magic.

And as I see more other-worlders demonstrate "magic" from their realms, I see why.
17 truthful moments|learning to live

008 [18 Apr 2006|02:16pm]
filtered from the existing homonculiCollapse )

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11 truthful moments|learning to live

007 ; private (hackable) [16 Apr 2006|03:10pm]
I found THIS on the internet. Well, I borrowed it from Fullmetal. They call this a "meme" I believe?

I can just see the look on Hawkeye's face if she were to see this.

Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
CategoryYour Score Average
Explored the pleasures of the flesh
It takes a couple of drinks
Sex Drive 55.3%
A fool for love, but not always
Knows the other body type like a map
Gayness 75%
Repressed, are we?
Fucking Sick91.2%
Refreshingly normal
You are 64.19% pure
Average Score: 72.5%
16 truthful moments|learning to live

006 [14 Apr 2006|06:59pm]
I haven't seen much beyond Vegas. I haven't needed to just yet.

But... um...

Can someone verify the rumours of an oncoming war I've been reading about?

Isn't it enough that we're all here against our will? What the hell is going on?

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005 ; down to business [14 Apr 2006|12:37am]
I've met some... interesting characters so far. Thankfully most of them are friendly. I'd like to help them in their own unique ventures. I wasn't aware there were so many others as confused as the Phantom Thief and I are. Call me strange, but it's somehow comforting.

But I've got too many things on my plate to consider...

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Perhaps the most baffling thing to me at the moment is the newly risen dead. Have we been displaced in some kind of parallel universe where the living and dead can intermingle? Or is my imagination running away with me because I can't think of anything more plausible?

... Psiren appears to have gone missing. That's never good news. I don't want to have to start bailing her out of jail as it's against my morals, but who can refuse a face like that?

I keep forgetting that as much as I'd like to be, I am not Colonel of this place.

How disenchanting.
17 truthful moments|learning to live

004 [12 Apr 2006|11:48pm]
I've learned a few things today.

We are in Las Vegas, which is in Nevada, which I suppose is the equivalent to Central in Amestris.

Nevada is a piece of something bigger, known as the United States.

I am beginning to fear that this situation is bigger than all of us.

Bigger than I can wrap my head around.

I've also heard through the internet grapevine that there are familiar faces right underneath my nose.

I've spent most of the day in Paris, admiring the sights, drinking strawberry margaritas out of plastic Eiffel Towers, and gathering that this place is merely a tribute replica of a larger Paris somewhere in this vast world. Intriguing.

It's not so terrible when you think of it like a vacation... It's difficult not to feel like I'm on vacation here. It hardly feels like how reality should be for all of is fantasy and glamour. I think I could stand to stay here a while.

I've memorized the strip and the layout of the hotels with their respective landmarks. Bellagio is the one known for "singing" fountains. I couldn't seem to find it last night while searching for a fellow firestarter. Think his name was Axel. I'll have to try again tonight.

It seems that I can, in fact, use alchemy here (but I've observed discretion; the locals are too curious about the significance of my gloves for my tastes)... which will help tremendously.

I also learned, or realized, that I have a thing for mischievous blondes.
166 truthful moments|learning to live

003 ; "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." [12 Apr 2006|12:10am]
It would figure (as most things do) that the first time in years I manually draw up a transmutation circle (no I haven't forgotten how to) to fashion a bouquet of roses for my lady friend... that something would happen.

In what I thought was an alchemical flash of light, I'm standing just below a large and blindingly over-illuminated billboard with Clara... and no flowers to show for it.

After ruling out most irrational possibilities (time warp, astral projection, mutual dreaming, death through my alchemy), we started exploring this strange, garish new city.

And what a city... It's two in the morning according to the locals and it seems that no one has any concept of time. Nothing but the generic clothing stores have closed their doors. It's noisy, lively, crowded, and...

I don't think it's all that bad so far.

I'm more than a little confused by this place they call "Las Vegas." It's a sleepless city chock full of debauchery. They gamble like we do in Amestris, but they do so with machines.


My money means nothing here.

And no one's heard of Amestris.

Why do I keep getting asked if I'm Jap-an-ese?

And do I look like I'm going to a fucking costume party? I'm a Colonel, goddamnit.

At least the women are drawn to my attire (something about "exotic" and "men in uniform" they gush). Maybe one of them can buy me a dry martini and tell me what the difference between "Luxor" and "New York, New York" is because I'm lost.

Psiren's managed to locate a form of communication. Some dolled-up beauty in a miniskirt bearing drinks (oh, I might have died and gone to Heaven) informed her that we can send messages all over the world with this contraption. She walked away with a second glance, but it was a look that blatantly made me feel stupid.

I'm getting sick of these blank looks for every question I ask. I will not panic. I am a reasonable man. She and I will... simply have to blend in with the inhabitants.

But first I'm going to go on this inter-net and find Fullmetal because I know this disaster has to be his fault.

Do you hear me Fullmetal? I'm putting new gloves on just for you. You know what I am capable of.

More later.
86 truthful moments|learning to live

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