Darius. A lion. That likes Japanese food. I've smelled him before, and now I finally have a face. It is a decent face. Maybe  I will see him again.

Can I not go anywhere anymore without being stared at? That is one reason for the contacts, but I am starting to gather that there is something else amiss.

Today I ended up with a human head in my possession. I may keep it, I may not. I expect Alistair would be displeased if the help found it in the freezer.

Just one more thing to become tea-party fodder.

It also appears that Mr. Cusick left this gift for the neighbor-woman with the tiger cub. I believe her name was Singh. I do not run past him for months--and then he comes bearing a box onto a doorstep. I can't help but wonder if it would be wise to seek him out again. The incident has made me curious.

Cusick lost Braun. She came and went the other night. I am amused, but somehow it is wearing thin rather quickly. He came to the house looking for Alistair, of course; I let him in and sat him in the entertaining room with some wine. I can be a half-assed hostess if I need to be.

We shared a few words before I left to find who he came for. Mr. Cusick seemed to understand why I stay here, but perhaps he was merely trying to keep up a facade of understanding. I will see in time.

I left after I fetched Alistair, so curiosity is begging me to find out what went on afterward. Maybe soon.

Both of them were here today; Ouida, Reynold and Leander were brought up to meet them. Uneventful banter from the wolf, if anything. As soon as this mess is done with, the sooner tension is going to be gone, and the sooner I can properly relax.

Only Ilse verbally acknowledged the eyes, too. I suppose many of them were preoccupied enough.

They should take what is given to them so freely. I would not be averse to sharing my space with the smart. Fools can stay in cages.

I get tired playing my own music. I wonder if Alistair has a phonograph lying around somewhere.

I'm trying to give Braun a chance. I can't tell if it is working or not.

I don't look like me with brown eyes.

I'm back. I'm back and I'm content again. Maybe what I need isn't activity.

I'm confused, but I should try not to let it show. I'll figure this out.

He's giving me a key--letting me stay. I can't wait to simply come in the front door. Screw the neighbors, because I have a home? That feels silly to think. Silly also to know I have a place where I sit down after being away and simply fall asleep over the cushions. And on Alistair, but that was not purposeful.

I may be erratic by nature, but even I can recognize somewhere I'm supposed to stay. Belong, even. It has been years since I have belonged anywhere at all.

I feel a biting at my insides. I can't much remember nervousness well. Apprehension. Emotional insecurity.

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OOCEDIT: Since someone might be curious. Partner to the log on Alistair's LJ. Song! xD

Kwa Mola miyepeleka mjakorofika, bas kwamba hurumaangu taaishi daima.

To God I lead the ruined, so that my own mercy will last forever.


Warning: Gore and general...crazy. Last time I roleplayed this sort of thing, she killed a bunny on a small altar and the game made an Adult chat channel because of it. Squeamish isn't good. XD Many thanks to Desmondplayer for sacrificing an NPC!

I like Koreatown. The lanterns and the water calm me. I've gotten hold of supplies, money, and half-decent clothes.

Found Braun on accident. She didn't want me around, suffice to say. Sent me off with a pair of her pups. Got free food out of it, however.

Still a bit lonesome. Bored.

Breakfast was very nice. If Master Sharpe is not perturbed with me, maybe I'll make a habit of joining him for meals. I can only stand eating in silence for so long.

His mother is a quite proud little woman.

I could see that he loves her very much.

I do not think that Jen Sharpe thinks very highly of me. Perhaps she was intimidated. Alistair had never said a word about me to her, and suddenly I was there having tea with them. At the very least, he did not have to explain where I came from or why I was in his home. Not exactly. She probably believes I am still a piece of the menagerie. I am most certainly not. Not anymore. I can leave whenever I please. By persuasion, force, or otherwise. Truthfully--I do not know why I remain here. Free shelter and food, and sometimes conversation? Kindness like my grandmother's?

I could have those things outside. I am resourceful, and this city is simply drowning in stupidity.

I did not stay with Ugogo those years ago, so why am I still here with Alistair? Why do I not simply leave? Why does he insist he keep me here, if I pose such a silent danger to him, his family and his servants?

Walls are still walls, even if there is more room between them now.


Huruma harasses the help, relapses into panty-thieving, decapitates breakfast sausages and meets Alistair's mother all in one evening. A cat-nap was to be had afterwards, clearly.