The Diary of an Outsider

Caught at the crossroads between centuries, with a mixture of continents and blood, of here and there, of belonging and not - maybe this is what makes me so restless. I'm an Outsider, running from a history of mistakes, tryin' to escape a past which will never loosen it's grip. Of late, I've been craving for another, like myself, who understands. I wonder, is there anyone out here, like me?

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Oh Leon, dear Leon. I see you have run away yet again. Quit your job, afraid of what you might find? Still can’t face your fears? Are you still the sniveling coward that I left? Oh Leon you stupid little boy stop trying to play the games of adults you can’t even dream to keep up let alone have the bravery to fight. Run and hide little lamb.

Oh, Ramona... I apologise for not replyin' to you kind message earlier, but I was walking the streets, and stumbling on grisly murders.

I see you're still fuckn' joyful and kind as ever. Ya were always the 'happy-go-lucky' type, in fact, I gotta say I left because I was almost drowning in happiness!

Seriously, I gotta say one thing to ya, Ramona... What are you doing? Whats the fucking point of all this?

Because... I just can't be arsed anymore.

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**Grins**

What the hell you grinning at?

Me? Nathan? Tumblr? Your keyboard?

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detectivenathanadler replied to your post: detectivenathanadler replied to your post:...

I am not getting upset. If anything, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed with all this paperwork lately, if only my assisstant would come give me a hand….oh that’s right….little prick.

'Little prick', eh?

And that, my old man, is why I left.

Not only did I have to put up with hearin' about the bitch Ramona all day, I also had you to deal with. Send my regards to your next assistant.

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I’d rather not, but it seems to be the title I’ve been given by you. Seems to be the best name your simple mind can wrap around. “Nathan” or “Adler” must be too difficult for you.

Heh. Awwwwww, iccle detective gettin' upset?

Ya know what this is?  ----->   :)

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detectivenathanadler replied to your post: detectivenathanadler replied to your post: Heh....

Hell if I know. You started a mope post and decided to include my name in it.

So ya answer to the title 'old detective' now?

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detectivenathanadler replied to your post: Heh. I’ve just been lookin’ at my old posts. Bit...

Leon, have you really any room to compare your blog to mine?

Whats the problem, Is it some kinda 'moodiness' competition?

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Heh. I've just been lookin' at my old posts.

Bit of a miserable bastard, aren't I?

Nothin' compared to the old detective though, eh?

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Yep! (and I swear to the maker, it isn't me)

Heh, ya trying to tell me she's real?

Lil Grace, back from the dead. Fucking tell me this, how many limbs she got? Because last time I heard, she didn't have none.

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Another thing that might be interesting, Zombie Baby Grace got a tumblr...

Fucking seriously?

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As much as I dislike your decision to quit your job, I cannot stop you. Good luck on the streets....

Luck aint what I need, I'm just dandy without it.

Hey, can't say the same for you though. Good luck with the case, pops, ya need it.

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Hey, I know how you feel, and I can't blame you. And I'm not gonna be all like 'oh do do doo, just be nice to Nathan, you'll get Ramona! Etc etc' but, I'm just making sure you didn't jump off a bridge or something, I'd miss ya.

Hey, sorry 'bout not replyin' for awile.  I've been jumpin' off bridges.

Thanks for the concern, but it really aint necessary. I've done fine in life alone, and I'll continue to do so I guess.

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Hey, just thought I'd inform you guys I'm leavin' Adler. Can't put up with all that shit anymore. So, if ya feelin' in a secretary kinda mood, there's a job going with the old detective.

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Good, I got a few records today, spending the last day of summer listening to them, dreadfully waiting for fall.

Hey, sounds petty damn good.

I've been doin' a grand tour of this hole we call 'Oxford town', I've... gained a lil extra cash (if ya know what I mean ;)   I'm shelterin' from the rain in some 'internet cafe' now, hey, it's got internet, right? (I aint touchin' the food though!)

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Life sucks and hen you die, other than that, how life?

'Life sucks and hen you die' so true, aint it.

Life's been better, could be worse.

Hey, might be nice to talk to someone other than the arse detective, so, how ya doin?

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Having observed me stagger into the table, the ever kind detective barked

"What are ya, drunk?! Get ahold of yourself, man!"

"Fuck, I aint drunk! Just fine an' dandy. Hey, ol' man, what was that ya were playing earlier? You got a new taste in music?"

'Maybe, what's it to you?'

"Hey, man, calm down, chillax, ya know!    It's just... that tape, it freaked me out, is all. You know what it's like with me an' Ramona. I just, I... I need to tell ya somethin' "

Nathan kindly pulled a chair up for me, but naturally, I took a perch on the counter.

"Alright, tell me."

"Nathan, I... ya know when I saw Ramona...?"

The old detective replied, in a flat tone "go on..."

I honestly can't take him fuckin' seriously when he comes over all stern like that, so I assured him he didn't have to be like that, we're 'work colleagues', right?

He replied flatly "like what? I'm not doing anything?"

I sighed "I...I wasn't totally truthful"

And a revalation came over me.

"How about we go back to work? You're always saying I never do enough!  This... thing, it doesn't matter, really!"

I leapt up to go, but the coldness in the voice of the old guy froze me. 

"Leon, sit down."

I span 'round on my heel, and quickly blurted out

"When I saw Ramona, she was muttering somethin'. 'The enemy is fragile'. Over and over again she was whispering it. Don't ask me what it means, because I don't fucking know."

"Who is 'the enemy'?"

"I said I don't friggin' know!!   You're the detective!"

"You're the one gettin' cuddly with her! Who do YOU think the enemy could be?"

"GETTIN' FUCKING 'CUDDLY'?   FUCK YOU!!"

And I walked the fuck outta that place. Aint been back since.

Can't believe he said that. The bastard.

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Just got back to the office (oh-ho, fucking secretary) to be greeting by some real freaky shit. 'Freaky shit', that's an freakin' understatement.

I opened the door, to be greeted by the bitterly familiar voice of Ramona, muttering 'Hello, Leon, would you like something really dishy?' then rapidly questioning if I would like to 'wrap up and go dancing, Leon?'

I can honestly say I didn't know what to think. Briefly I thought Nathan had invited Ramona over for a discussion over tea and fuckin' scones. I shut the door and the voice clicked off. Nathan. Nathan with his fucking tapes.

I went to kitchen for a coffee, and bitterly noticed my hands were shakin'. 'Leon?' came a voice from the doorway, the usual demanding tone clearly heard. I span round, ready to make some kinda wise-ass comment, when the earth, in all it's friggin' kindness, decided to spin with me, causing me to gracefully stagger into the table. 

Ughh, I can be fuckin' bothered with this now, I've gotta get a drink before I share the rest of the pleasantries with ya.

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If you're talking about Adler being moody, I don't blame him, the Ramona case seems to be going nowhere.

Just 'cause his case aint goin' anywhere doesn't mean he can be ignorant and insulting. What wrong with bein' a lil' derpy? Sometimes it's just better to laugh. Lol at the dummy, ya know?