101NN - Merciaís Diary.   Posted by Mercia Janvier.Group: 0
Mercia Janvier
Wed 25 Jul 2018
at 21:59
101NN - Merciaís Diary
August 23rd, 2018

Dear Diary,

I know, itís fucking cliche and I donít 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. Itís 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. Iím 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 ďtherapyĒ since thatís why I got this pretty little book anyway.

I wasnít born in the Big Apple, or even in the United States. Iím from Quebec, up in Canada. My mom was a teenager who got pregnant young and her druggie boyfriend abandoned her. My momís 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 didnít 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 ďsiblings.Ē 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 thatís 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 wasnít 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 Iím 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. Iím also pretty sure she was the wolf that bit me before my first change, but that doesnít matter now. I guess it didnít 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 couldnít stay with her or them. Stupid me, I tried explaining that to Charlotte, but she wouldnít 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 couldnít 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 couldnít 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 Charlotteís 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.

Mercia Janvier
Thu 26 Jul 2018
at 23:14
101NN - Merciaís Diary
August 28th, 2018

Dear Diary,

Um, Iím 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 Iíll have to thank her. But for now, Iíll 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 couldnít get out of my head how he was going to take my finger and a tooth after heíd down me, but before killing me, just like he had the others. Heíd mark me with scars that I wouldnít 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 Ďcontendersí 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 didnít 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 heíd set up a safe house that hadnít been used in years. He told me... Ugh, he told me to grab whatever supplies I could and to leave. If I went east, Iíd 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 couldnít 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 donít 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, Iíve gotta start the hunt for Sean Miller.

- Mercia <3

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

Mercia Janvier
Thu 26 Jul 2018
at 23:14
101NN - Merciaís Diary
August 30th, 2018

Dear Diary,

It still feels weird to write that, but I guess itís only been the third time so whatever. It takes two weeks to form a good habit or something like that? Ugh I canít remember quite how it goes, but I guess the point is that Iím trying. Could use all the good I can get right now. A friend of some sort would be super nice, but I guess thatíll come in due time too.

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

Itís 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 donít even know what Iím 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.

Mercia Janvier
Mon 24 Sep 2018
at 00:29
101NN - Merciaís Diary
Dear Diary,

So thereís a hot new club opening and heís supposed to be there, or at least maybe I can make some new friends. Iíve got an outfit all picked out and since Iíve got a solid group of clients coming to the salon and asking for me, Iíve got a good chunk of cash that I can party with a little. Iím sorta excited because I havenít really been out for a good time in a while. Iíve been on guard since running from Las Vegas and I feel pretty good in the city. Weíll see what happens, maybe itíll 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 Iíll get close to some cute guy if Iím extra lucky. Nothing wrong with a little bit of eye candy.. Right? Guess thatís a little weird for me to say, but as Iíve established, Iím pretty weird. Anyway...

Tomorrow niiiiiight!!

- Mercia the Excited <3