And I don't mind, if it's me you need to turn to

... she can't be- i won't accept- she understands me- why did she- why

why

why

[A long pause, some pen taps before he hastily strikes through the above, but it's still visible.]

There was a message in a bottle next to my pillow. Yup. It was tied together with a pink ribbon and had a white ball inside it, too. Don't know who sent it...

[OOC: Yes, Bridge has an opinion on the deaths and the thing with the guards, but he's not sharing here.]

So.

Ah.

You guys know how pretty much every time someone new comes here I talk to them, as you do, well I don't really mean talk I mean talk as in talking to them over the journals which I still count as talking even though some people don't because it's a good way to communicate and sometimes they explain why they chose their name to me and I figure that it's only fair if I do the same to them and I tell them that I picked my name because in my dream I heard the word "bridge" several times so I named myself after a bridge because it seemed like a logical thing to do, yeah?

Turns out my name is Bridge.

... I'm just gonna curl up on my futon and feel stupid now.