FRIDAY JUNE 17TH, 2011
(Going Brazilian)

8:10 AM
TOO FUCKING EARLY SHUT UP

3:27 PM
That’s better. I’m all rested up. Four and a half hours left. Shit, this is gonna either be really awesome or really, really get me killed. Or worse.

4:52 PM
Just remember, Jordan. It’s for Donnie.
It’s for Donnie.
It’s for Donnie.

5:21 PM
Prog. Prog passes the time away quickly.

6:19 PM
Taking the sharpest rock,
you cut the titan loose from his bonds
After all you have been through,
you'll be damned if you fear the sea anymore
Only takes several cuts,
and the tentacles all withdraw from the trench
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
Down comes lightning
Strikes the titan
All of those tentacles concentrate on you now
Steam vent opens beneath
And you are dragged to Hell

7:57 PM
Door’s knocking.
Paul Blackwood, you put it best in “Lowest Point” when you wrote
Ready to end, ready to dissolve into atoms that are no longer your own.
Then again, you also put it best when you said
Draw a stairway for my God to spite the sofa of my faith.
Hahahahahaaa… it’s for Donnie, it’s for Donnie, it’s for Donnie. >.<

7:58 PM
Miiistreeeeess! :DDD Do you mind if I write this stuff down? I mean, it is an historical moment, our first date and everything. O:
"Of course! I'm flattered! And also hungry. Let's go."
…yes, let’s. x_x;

8:32 PM
"Wow, I like this place. My pet, I praise you for good choice in atmosphere."
Well, you know me. ^w^;; Always trying to please.
"I'd be blushing if it weren't for my perfect wooden skin. When do we get to eat?"
That’s entirely up to you! You’re the boss. >w>
…she leaned over the table and smooched me on the cheek.
Then she snapped her fingers and now we have a puppet waiter.
"I'll have the steamed lobster, and my pet will have a large pizza, with pepperoni, spinach, and anchovies."
o: How do you know my favorite food?
"Oh, I know everything about you."
.....god I hope not. but I just smiled. :)
The waiter’s gone off to fetch our food.
…SO, Mistress. I know it’s not my place and everything, but c’mon, it’s a date! Can you tell me about yourself? What’s your name? :D
"Well, as you've probably gathered, they call me the Harlequin. I don't want you ever using that name, though. My title fits your lips just fine. ..besides, 'Harlequin' is back from when I was just a puppet…"
…Mistress, you were once just a puppet? o___o
"I know what you mean; how could I ever be someone's puppet? How could I fall for someone who just wants control over me? Someone who doesn't actually love me for who I really am? I.. don't really know, sometimes. ...I just don't know."
...o_o;;
"I guess I'd may as well tell you this. If you're really, like.. going to be in my life, if you actually want to be around me, I can.. trust you. There was once a Master. Once. Before he met me. Oh, he was the cock of the walk, he had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand, he commanded respect, and you wouldn't believe, I mean even if I told you you literally wouldn't be able to believe just how many powerful people there were who did all he said. Again, before he met me. I was just another one of his victims at first. He had no reason to keep me alive. I was nothing, I was just a fucking girl, do you know I'm not much older than you? But he saw something in me. I think I reminded him of someone he knew. I don't know, I never worked up the courage to ask him, I really don't think he'd have told me. But he kept me around. He had me work for him, killing many innocent people. And I gained the epithet 'The Harlequin,' much like your 'White Jester.'"
Wait. Really???
"Yeah. Funny, how things go, isn't it? I killed people, I was feared for it, and my master's pride in me grew and grew until, one day, he and I were properly in love... kinda."
Kinda?
"Yeah... I mean, I wasn't like you. You're, like, naturally submissive, so you came to the Pet lifestyle quite easily. I was... I am... naturally dominant, it's who I am, it got me into a lot of trouble back in my.. old... life... and, anyway, I didn't like serving some big honcho. So I did a very nasty thing."
Did you.. kill him?
"I did far worse than kill him. I made him wish he was dead. I had help, one of his friends, a guardian angel... he backed me up, and we made that fucker pay, together. That night, that 'friend' visited me again and gave.. gave me... my wooden skin. Which makes me invincible. It makes me a goddess. And I'm... thankful!!"
...I.. don't think you are.
"Not what? Invincible? We can go toe-to-toe, you can fight me if you dare, you'll see, nothing can kill me. Nothing can even harm me! Nothing gets in my way. Nothing stops Rosa Syclus."
..Rosa. o:
"You are never, and I mean never to call me that. Never repeat it. That life is over now. I will rule forever!"
Of course, Mistress.
"You're a good boy. Thank you for all this."
It's. ..it's fine. c:
Our food's here!

9:13 PM
That was a delicious meal, Mistress. (Even though I never directly saw you eat; every time you left my sight and I looked back, you’d just have less food.) "I agree. Oh, and I have a present for you!" Aw, a present? .w.; Really? What? "I think you'll love it." (…motherfucker, there’s Tiger Stripes!) May I? "I don't see why not. Here, play us a clickity-clackety song, young Springsteen!"

9:14 PM
Now that I have Tiger Stripes, what do you say we play a game, Your Greatness?
"God, you're just so cute when you're trying to propose ideas. I'd love to play a game."
Well. It’s simple. If you can get Tiger Stripes off me, you win!

9:19 PM
RUNNING KITCHEN
The puppets aren’t in here. I guess Mistress is really enthusiastic about playing along.
Okay, I know where to hide, but the B-4000k isn’t open. Fuck.
C’mon c’mon c’mon open open open oh my god open
OPEN
MY GOD THAT WAS LOUD
KAY, I’m ducking. In front of the oven, behind the table. I should be obscured from Mistress’ view when she comes in.
…"I like this game; it’s like my pet is playing hard-to-get."
fuckfuck she’s in the kitchen now shhhh
"I could swear I heard the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper!"
..welp.
“Oh, was that Tiger Stripes hitting a table? Oh, not just any table, that was thaaat table right there! I think I’m just about to dominate you, bitch.”
Her giggles, oh my god here she comes
“AH. There’s my bitch.”
She’s coming, just gotta be ready to swing…
“Maybe after I ram that guitar up your ass, you can choke on my hairy pussy.”
Sorry, Harly.. but this time, *sunglasses* you’re going Brazilian.
Swing
DIRECT HIT
OH MY GOD
CLOSE CLOSE OVEN CLOSE
CLOSE OVEN
CLOSE CLOSE
OVEN
CLOSE
RJK(AGDJ YES
OHHHH MY GOD THAT WAS ACTUALLY A FUCKING BADASS ONE-LINER I SAID
BURN, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO.
BURN.
BURRRRRRRRN.
BURN IN HELL WITH THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING PUPPETS.
I can hear her screaming, oh my god, that’s pretty… disturbing. x_x;

9:26 PM
Okay, it’s been long enough. Time to get out of here.
…that noise didn’t sound like banging.
That noise sounded like lifting.
Tiger Stripes, give me strength.
..oh! Hi, Mistress!
I see you lifted the oven door from inside!
And I also see that you’re kinda on fire!
Like, wow, you’re hot!
Literally!
Hahah, I mean.. you’re not mad at me, are you?
See, that’s.. how you win the game!
You shove the other person in the oven!
I’m running now BONES YOU TOLD ME THAT THING WOULD BURN HER
THEN AGAIN NO YOU DIDN’T YOU JUST GAVE ME THE RECEEEEEEIPT

9:30 PM
OUT OF THE KITCHEN
OH GOD THE RESTAURANT’S FRONT DOOR IS BLOCKED BY FIRE
WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT FIRE COME FROM
MISTRESS IS BEHIND ME
..AND SHE’S ALSO MELTING OH MY GOD THAT’S PRETTY BADASS
She’s scorching black and her paint’s dripping off and she looks pretty hot!
…oh, kissing your ass won’t work this time?
Fuck.

9:31 PM
WAIT, can’t we just cuddle? :DDD
…STUPID QUESTION YOU’RE ON FIRE STAY AWAY
Okay okay okay okay what to doooo OKAY NEW IDEA THERE ARE TWO DOORS TO THE KITCHEN SEE YA

9:32 PM
I think I made it to the restroom without her spotting me.
I think.
Oh god I’m actually pretty scared, this is the fucking Harlequin we’re talking about.
I can hear fire approaching and paint dripping to the floor closer and closer.
Oh god shhhh

9:34 PM
She’s walking away. I think I actually fooled her. Oh my god.
..wait. She stopped.
…SHE’S CHARGING THE DOOR HIDE

9:35 PM
shh

9:36 PM
..she’s not moving. Oh god, I’m in a stall, this is just like when we first met.
Do I dare look under? …go for it oh my god.
OH MY god she’s bending over, looking at me, yep. Except her face is mostly missing, except for one eye, staring at me, glaring at me while dripping to the floor. And she’s on fire.

9:37 PM
..I do not want to look again.

9:38 PM
Then again, we’ll be here all night otherwise. She’s patient.
…o_e She’s now officially faceless. Still on fire. Three stalls away.
…….o___e Two stalls away.
…………o_____e RUNNING, STICKING OUT TIGER STRIPES SO SHE WON’T TRIP ME

9:40 PM
OH MY GOD HIDING UNDER ANOTHER FUCKING TABLE IN THE KITCHEN SHHHHH

9:42 PM
She’s not saying anything at all and it’s really fucking creepy.
She’s just melting. Slowly.
I think, if I just avoid her for now, I’ll be good.

9:43 PM
I HAVE AN IDEA
I’ll whack her with Tiger Stripes again. Maybe, since she’s melting, she’s weak against it or something!
C’moooon, Tiger Stripes. C’mooon Tiger Stripes.
BATTER UP

9:44 PM
…..o_____e
I, uh.. well.. Tiger Stripes destroyed her wooden skin, alright.
Now it’s shattering like a big piece of glass.
And now esgjk9fb..
..asrjgwemiefwmiefiwe. mwirIW$wrwirein! D:
It’s Rosa Syclus. At least, what’s left of her after all these years of puppetry.
She’s.. I mean, the wood’s gone, and the fire stopped with the wood. So now it’s just Rosa. And me.
She’s in a dark-crimson dress. She’s a ginger. Freckles. And, well, okay, she’s more of a corpse than anything else, a living corpse.
Except her eyes aren’t anything like any zombie I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes are conscious and calculating. There’s no rage in those eyes, no impatience, no desire to rush and catch her prey, even though I’ve just been standing here like a sitting duck, writing for a while now.
..she’s put a hand on her hips. She knows I’m writing down her appearance. I don’t think she’s just creepy, journal; I think she’s a deductive genius. I think she can tell everything about you just by looking at you. Like Sherlock Holmes, but better, ‘cause she’s a dominant fucking girl!
She’s just in the crimson dress. Nothing else. I think.
…she just flashed me her naked crotch; yeah, she’s both wearing nothing else and she’s a deductive genius. And much hotter under the wood.
….no, Jordan. Don’t think about how hot she is, nor how brilliant and respectable she is. She’s a psycho. She’s a psycho. She is a psycho. Remember how she’s been forcing sex on you all this time?
”Forcing sex.” There’s a word for that, Jordan.
Okay, Rosa. I don’t know what you’re planning, but right now I’m after one thing and one thing only. Revenge. You’ve caused too much trouble and I’m talking too much
THIS IS FOR DONNIE!
Rjsdgguig
BEING SAT ON IS ACTUALLY PRETTY ENJOYABLE RIGHT NOW

9:50 PM
RAGH
BEING UNABLE TO GET FREE IS ALSO VERY LOVELY
BUT I REALLY NEED TO.. GET GOING.
…FJK(FEAJKEA MKI FUCK.
FUCK. F(JICJI FUCK!
..RAGH
OH MY GOD THAT WORKED
SHE'S MUCH LESS HEAVY WITHOUT THE SUIT
GOTTA RUN

9:52 PM
KAY KITCHEN
HIDE
shh
OH HI YOU’RE SMART I FORGOT
OH GOD

9:53 PM
FREEZER, slammed door shut, holding it shut, cold in here, fuck.
This is pretty intense and terrifying.
But if she was able to find me that easily then…
What if she’s known I was planning this all along?
Fuck. What if I really can’t kill her?
How do you stop someone who’s fucking invincible?
…I think I’ve got an idea.

9:55 PM
Okay, this is gonna be extremely dangerous. And risky. But I’m gonna risk it.
This time, I’ll write out the fucking plan before I do it so I don’t write during the action. Okay? Okay.
So the plan is to open the door and get her to run in here, then for me to run out and slam the door shut and move something in front of the door.
Then she can either freeze to death or for all eternity.
Okay, kicking the door down in 3, 2, 1, GO

9:56 PM
FFFFFF
RHA
HEY
FUCK
YUP
GOTCHA
TRAPPED
OH MY GOD.
…HOLY FUCK, DONNIE!

10:00 PM
Donnie’s holding the door shut; I’m running to get something to keep the freezer shut with.
…how heavy’s the oven?
oh my god, why was this so expensive, even I can move it.
I’ll move it in front of the door anyway.

10:01 PM
Donnie and I are relaxing now.
Rosa’s banging on the door. I haven’t heard one peep out of her since I set her on fire.
Donnie’s shouting at Rosa, saying how we’re not afraid of her anymore. “We’re not afraid of being under your control, because we’re smarter than we look.”
…Rosa’s stopped banging.
Is she crying? o_o;

10:15 PM
We decided to wait another fifteen minutes before we started moving out. Y’know. Just in case.
Now we’ve left the restaurant. Over the fifteen minutes, I filled Donnie in with as much as I could. She can read this journal if she wants the full story, anyway. Donnie says she’ll fill me in on her story later, but the important part is she wanted to risk coming back a day early, so she entered a rabbit hole on the way back. I thanked her so much for it.

10:19 PM
Donnie wants to stop by the house we’ve been staying at one last time.

10:34 PM
Donnie’s telling me to come upstairs; there’s something she needs to show me.

10:36 PM
Oh. :D
Right. The promise I made before she left.
Well. The puppetry is over, so maybe the genuine emotion can really begin?
In the meantime, goodnight, journal. You’ll always be my first love. ;D
…note: Donnie, if you ever read this, don’t kill me please.

(Attached: see following log.)