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Nov. 27th, 2008

beside

34.

I'm thankful for my life and for my death, which I only came to appreciate once I came here.

Havoc. You can any of my of my personal affects except one. There are some blank notebooks you might like, feel free to throw out the ones I wrote in. You may enjoy some of the records.

The guitar wasn't mine to begin with, but the person I borrowed it from is gone. Gren, I want you to have it. Hold onto it in case Klavier Gavin ever needs it back.

To everyone else who has ever bothered to waste their time with me, thank you.



[ooc: This has been a few months coming, but I needed to face the fact that I can't do any more for Lin. I'm letting him go home - wherever that may end up being for him after death. It's been amazing writing with everyone, so thank you from me, too.]

Nov. 23rd, 2008

stand guard

33.

private || unhackable )

Confessions are for your last moments, and so lately I'm wondering what mine would be.

Nov. 4th, 2008

stand guard

32.

[voice post]

[Hi, it's Lin with his acoustic guitar again. He's lacking his normal reluctance, this seems to be an actual, intentional post rather than some random practicing. He begins to play.]

I'll sing it one last time for you
And then I really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak, I understand
What you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes,
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear

Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear


[the song is finished - he speaks after a moment]

That's enough of that, I think.

That's enough.

[click]

[/voice]

Oct. 21st, 2008

good at following orders

31.

[voice post]

[muttering]

Of all the immature and pointless...

Alright City.

Truth or Dare?

Sep. 29th, 2008

before

30.

[voice post]

[Lin's plucking out what may be a familiar folk tune to some on an acoustic guitar. He sings quietly, but steadily.]

As we march down to Fennario
As we march down to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
They called her by name, pretty Peggy-O

What will your mother think, pretty Peggy-O?
What will your mother think, pretty Peggy-O?
What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink
The soldiers all marching before you, O

In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-O
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-O
In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side
As fair as any maiden in the are-O

Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-O
Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-O
Come skippin' down the stair, combin' back your yellow hair
And bid fairwell to sweet William-O

Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid, the fairest maid in the are-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroying all the ladies in the are-O
Destroying all the ladies in the are-O


[the song ends, he sighs slightly]

Monday already, is it?


private to Havoc || unhackable )


private to Gren || unhackable )

Sep. 27th, 2008

me

29.

[unintentional voice post]

[Lin is talking to himself without realizing - going about his day, getting dressed and taking care of the bonsai.]

not-IC cut )

Sep. 24th, 2008

strike true

28.

I look like I've been slaughtering a pig.


...Perhaps quite a lot of pigs.

Private to self || off-network, in a notebook )

Sep. 2nd, 2008

beside

27.

[unintentional voice post]

[strumming lightly, a sort of tentative tune of his own making]

In my dream, I've called the dead
They're gathered around me
To talk about old times
To have a cup of tea

My mother pins her hair back
With the golden pins she sold
Kisses my forehead with a laugh
Says I should've been more bold

My brother says be careful,
You're only thinking in straight lines
They only go one way
And you're running out of time

There's a seat open - if you want to come find me
There's one more mug - if you want to find out
A conversations for ones left behind me
One last chance now, to figure it out

My teacher tells me to remember--


[the playing stops abruptly after he plays a wrong chord]

Shit.

[The sounds of shifting. Pen scratches across paper for a few moments, then there's a sigh, idle tapping of a pen over the side of a notepad.]

That... shouldn't be on.

[click]

[/voice post]

Aug. 21st, 2008

me

26.

I wonder what it would be like to be 30.

Aug. 13th, 2008

struck

25.

That was a particularly stupid curse and I'm going to drink until I forget it completely.

Aug. 12th, 2008

stand guard

24.

private to Vicious || unhackable )

private to Havoc || semi-hackable )

Aug. 8th, 2008

before

23.

I've heard it said that the only life without end is to live as another's memory.

An interesting implication for our existence.

Jul. 30th, 2008

beside

22.

[audio post]

[Gentle, melodic guitar playing, and Lin sings quietly, though steadier and louder than he typically does when he practices.]


You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
Blacken cloudy skies

You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

Oh Lady Luck has led you here
And they're so twisted up
They'll twist you up, I fear

They're pious, hateful, and devout
You're turning tricks 'til you're turned out
The wind so cold it burns
You're burning out and blowing 'round
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used
Two wishes
Like a fool

And then you're someone you are not
And Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

Jul. 24th, 2008

ouch

21.

[voice post]

I feel naked enough if I'm not wearing a tie, but this?

Is not funny.

Jul. 21st, 2008

struck

20.

I just burnt an egg so badly it smells like chicken.

I'm apparently so bad at cooking that I sent this egg further along in its life.

Jul. 17th, 2008

beside

19.

Private to Havoc || Semi-hackable )

Jun. 30th, 2008

me

18.

The bonsai I've been caring for has just taken over the apartment.

Ah... wait. My name's written like this:



Forest.

I get it.

Jun. 27th, 2008

struck

17.

This hole...

It was made for me.

Jun. 21st, 2008

me

16.

private to Havoc || semi-hackable, not the OMG BIG GUNS AND SERIOUS BUSINESS coding )

private to Vicious || unhackable )

Jun. 18th, 2008

beside

15.

private to Vicious || unhackable )

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