August 23rd, 2018

Dear Diary,

I know, it’s fucking cliche and I don’t care for it, but someone recommended it was therapeutic to write in a book, just for myself.

So... here it is. I spent a little money on this cool little notebook with a lock and key. It’s made to look like a miniature yellow paisley patterned composition notebook, which means I can color it as I like and yellow is a happy shade in the spectrum of life. Which I need right now. I’m hoping that coming to New York will finally be a permanent turn for the better.

I guess I should get to my problems and start that “therapy” since that’s why I got this pretty little book anyway.

I wasn’t born in the Big Apple, or even in the United States. I’m from Quebec, up in Canada. My mom was a teenager who got pregnant young and her druggie boyfriend abandoned her. My mom’s parents forced her to keep me, but eventually she got sick of it and ran off. No idea whatever became of her. But her parents didn’t want me either, so they gave me up for adoption. I grew up going through the American foster system, which meant nasty people looking for government handouts, alcoholics, drug users, cigarette burns, physical abuse,mental abuse, a md handful of super mean “siblings.” In one house, my foster father even peed us. No wonder I turned out so weird.

Eventually after eons of childhood nightmares, I ended up as a disgruntled teenager in Las Vegas, and that’s where Charlotte found me. She gave me my first sketchbook and some colored pencils and got me into art. After that she convinced me to run away and at age 14 it wasn’t hard to convince me of much if it had a whiff rebellion. So I ran off and found Charlotte and she brought me in with her crew.

Now that I’m older and vaguely wiser, I can easily look back and see my mistakes, but I had no idea what was happening. But Charlotte knew well what she was pulling me into. I’m also pretty sure she was the wolf that bit me before my first change, but that doesn’t matter now. I guess it didn’t matter much then either. But she was the head of the Ivory Claws out west and in short.. Once I realized what they were about, I couldn’t stay with her or them. Stupid me, I tried explaining that to Charlotte, but she wouldn’t hear it, so I had to run.

After stowing away on a train, as a hitchhiker in cars and trucks, and lots and lots of walking, I found myself in Seattle. I hoped it was far enough to start clean. It was hard for me to do anything because I had no papers, so I couldn’t even get a job, could enroll and I was terrified to get back into the system. And I had no idea what the Werewolves were going to be like. I knew nothing about the Forsaken, but I knew I couldn’t go back to the Pure. Especially after seeing the Blood Arena. But an alpha sought me out. His name was Michael.

Michael was amazing! He got me back into the system and immediately adopted me, both as his daughter and into his pack of Forsaken. I finally had a family that was a real family. I was with them for nearly three years and then Charlotte’s people found us.

They brought the whole pack to Las Vegas and on a weekly schedule, forced us one by one to fight and die in the Arena. But apparently she had history with Michael way before I came into the picture, so he was made to suffer the worst. I was the last to go into Blood Arena where, just like the rest of my family before me, I was forced into Gauru while pitted against other prisoners, until exhausted. Then...

~The beautiful script fades off and there are several spots of the lined page that are warped from being wet.~
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:34, Thu 26 July 2018.

August 28th, 2018

Dear Diary,

Um, I’m back. I needed some time to process everything. I guess maybe that client at the salon for the rainbow peek-a-boo was right about writing a diary. Chloe I think was her name? If she comes back in I’ll have to thank her. But for now, I’ll pick up where I left off last entry.

So I was in the Blood Arena, fighting the stupid Mage kid that had ended the rest of the pack with his magic. I couldn’t get out of my head how he was going to take my finger and a tooth after he’d down me, but before killing me, just like he had the others. He’d mark me with scars that I wouldn’t be able to heal, more to go along with everything else I had endured before the Change. But Michael... Dad...

Dad went crazy, and I witnessed Kuruth. He shifted into Gauru and started slashing and hacking. Everyone in his path just... It was bloodbath. And the magic barrier that held the ‘contenders’ in the ring suddenly became the only thing keeping that fucking Mage boy safe from Dad. But there was enough of a distraction that I was able to pin the kid... I attacked a kid. I mean, what a fucking monster he was, a murderer! And I didn’t want to be like him... So I took off his arm, biting and grinding my teeth while crying as I could feel his little muscles being severed. But Michael shattered the magic barrier and we escaped that hellhole.

We went to the edges of city and he took me into the dessert, where he’d set up a safe house that hadn’t been used in years. He told me... Ugh, he told me to grab whatever supplies I could and to leave. If I went east, I’d find help and the Pure would be hard pressed to hunt me down, at least the ones here who would be looking to make me an example to the world. And he went back.

That was the last time I saw him.

But I couldn’t deny his command, so I went east. After going from city to city and explaining my situation to a select few while leaving out specific details, I eventually heard about a Sean Miller of New York who is renown for being a legendary hunter, specializing in difficult prey. I don’t know if he can or will help, but I have nothing left to loose. So I came here, which, this place feeds my artistry in both professional and fun sense. I got a job as a hairdresser, which I learned from one of my former packmates, and now, I’ve gotta start the hunt for Sean Miller.

- Mercia <3
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:14, Thu 26 July 2018.

August 30th, 2018

Dear Diary,

It still feels weird to write that, but I guess it’s only been the third time so whatever. It takes two weeks to form a good habit or something like that? Ugh I can’t remember quite how it goes, but I guess the point is that I’m trying. Could use all the good I can get right now. A friend of some sort would be super nice, but I guess that’ll come in due time too.

So anyway! I finally got a lead on Mr. Miller. He’s apparently a nightclub owner for somewhere in the Manhattan area of the city, so that’s where I’m headed. I’m pretty sure I can weasel my way into anything that’s not too swanky, and that’s gotta be the best way to figure out where this guy is. Maybe it’s silly of me to place all my hope into finding him because it’s not like I’ve got any connection to him or I guess anyone anymore, but I’ve got nothing left to loose. Maybe he knows of a pack that might want me, seeing as I’m not great at anything. I have nothing to even offer. To anyone.

Oh my God I hate being so happy on the outside, but I can’t even stop it! I really just want a hug and a shoulder to cry on. But I guess, this little book will have to do.

It’s weird how I never realized how lonely I was until after Michael left to go back to Vegas. I really had no idea how good it all was until it was all ripped away.

I don’t even know what I’m thinking. Maybe I really am just crazy.

- Mercia the Weird <3
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:15, Thu 26 July 2018.

Dear Diary,

So there’s a hot new club opening and he’s supposed to be there, or at least maybe I can make some new friends. I’ve got an outfit all picked out and since I’ve got a solid group of clients coming to the salon and asking for me, I’ve got a good chunk of cash that I can party with a little. I’m sorta excited because I haven’t really been out for a good time in a while. I’ve been on guard since running from Las Vegas and I feel pretty good in the city. We’ll see what happens, maybe it’ll just be a night out of dancing, which would be very therapeutic. I could definitely use some time to cut loose and get the stress out of my system. And hell, maybe I’ll get close to some cute guy if I’m extra lucky. Nothing wrong with a little bit of eye candy.. Right? Guess that’s a little weird for me to say, but as I’ve established, I’m pretty weird. Anyway...

Tomorrow niiiiiight!!

- Mercia the Excited <3