Connor

It seems I've been invited to a carnival. I remember the carnival. I remember nothing working and being terrified the ferris wheel was going to come unhinged and fall on us, crushing us all. I remember glaring at the popcorn seller and being really, really ticked off that there was nothing there and I remember some gangly bloke sleeping in a bumper car.

So...why would we go, exactly?

What the hell, I'll try anything once. Who'd like to be my date for this terribly exciting event? Anyone? Where the hell is she??

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[Private to Chris and Tonks]

Alright, you two, not amused. Where the hell are you? I've heard from most everyone but you. Checking in with your friends would be a good thing. Where are you guys?

[Private to Andy]

How'd you make out with this lovely week we've all had? Anything good? Yes, that was sarcasm. I may have up and kis--

[Private to Chris]

How on earth do you handle the pressure? Of people depending on you, being the one who can save them and all? How do you deal with that?

On top of that, you know, how are you? I'm staying with Kimberly for a bit, at least until I know she's settled and safe. I don't know how long. She's scared right now, and who isn't around here, really? But you know if you need me you've got the glowy light thing going on. Or, you know, just ask and I'll actually do the whole walking thing instead. Whichever.

[Private to Tonks]

Doing alright, then? Not letting them get to you too much, are you? Don't. They're pathetic. They don't deserve it.

[/Private]

Oh, hurray, now we know we know our alphabet! At least the first half. And we know stripes, too, go us. Circle circle dot dot now we have our cooties shots? What about squares? Diamonds? They are a girl's best friend, after all. Aw, I know, cutesie little hearts like this ♥.

Seriously. They used to mark people during World War II. Of course, the people they marked were the ones they hated and imprisoned and persecuted. For things they couldn't control. For simple things like who they were and what they believed. So what's our sin, Management? What is it you hate about us?

Just curious.

I'm not allowed to have a gun. Team rule. But that doesn't mean I couldn't wield a bat or something. Does it work, I wonder? Actually beating them with bats? Cause if we're out of them, I could probably use like, a chair or something. I'm not going back out there without backup. Course, I could just sleep all day. The weather appeals to that. Keep your distance, Tonks!

How about we all just get together and play a happy game of cricket, humans versus zombies?

[Private to Self]

I don't know what to do for him. Just let him hang out and smoke and wallow, I guess? Dammit, this sucks.

I've dealt with dodos, pterosaurs, and I even live with a Coelurosauravus. But this? Definitely new. Can't say I've ever been attacked by birds smaller than, say, a garbage truck.

Um. Right. Clock tower, check? Uh, Date, I have no idea, Time, sometime mid-day according to my stomach, and... No, sorry, this isn't working. I have to admit, my little self was a much better journaler.

I feel a bit like Quasimodo in here.

In big, blockish, little kid style writing

I found a book! And it was near me and finders keepers it is mine now. My name is Connor and I am 6 and I am in grade 1 at Centreville Public School. I do real good in school my mummy says so.

I drawed a picture! He is steggy and he is a stegosorus. I have one like him at my house but I am not at my house and I do not no where my house is. So he will have to do for now.

( Steggy )

Now I gotta go see what Cris is doing he is my new frend sorta.

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Connor

( So who do you think would win in a fight between Wolverine and Spiderman? )