Send “@” for a SCARED text.
[ txt; Ji ]>> could you come to my room >> please im not joking this time i feel like i cant breathe
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
a worn out notebook sits in his hands. the keylock still requires his fingerprint, but the pages require older tools for proper use. the strike of graphite or ink long forgotten or destroyed aside from antique collectors and archaic culture enthusiasts who kept such things in glass cases. he always kept a journal, recording every day of his life from the time he was ten with something-- anything. drawings, entries, doodles. learning symbols and written language slowly, but steadily. it was the only way he could without earning unwanted attention from his owners. an educated worker was often unruly. but fearing that attention is no longer his life. fear no longer rules him.
now careful fingers trace over nuwa characters. he stops on jisoo’s name.
>> he left today but I know we will see each other again-- maybe not soon. i know he’s alive.
log #2004 >> I went out scavenging for new parts to add onto the ship that docked by the slums. They wanted cheap labor and they found it here. Desperate people will work for what they’re offered. the crew claimed to be ravengers, but none wore the crest. Their ship wasn’t in any data base either. They were just bullies that kicked around the younger kids and women. Jisoo would have done something, so I did. Mama cried when she saw what they did to my face, but I know it’s what Jisoo would have done. I know he’s still alive. He has to be.log #2201A band of ravengers took me in as soon as they heard my father’s name. It’s crazy to think what sort of shadow a reputation can cast across you. I have more reach this way, more resources, better computers. I look for Jisoo sometimes. Maybe it’s stupid, but it what I do. It’s all I can do.
log #3650 >> I never thought I’d see him again. I wouldn’t have let him go if it were up to me. The rest of the crew can look at me strange for reacting so happily to a new member-- I don’t care.and I think I might have bruised his spine with the hug I gave him. [ txt; Ji ]>> youre important to me>> no matter how many times you disappear>> you will always be important
