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Apr. 18th, 2005 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightTook my journal with me to class today. I think I may leave it in my dorm room. It's a lot safer here than it is back in Rhydin. There's too much going on, with too many people, for me to trust it in Rhydin. Not that I don't trust people. I just don't want them finding it.
Okay, I don't trust JACK with this journal at all. I'll admit that.
The draft is hitting people hard. Dakota, Topher, the entire Braeden youth including Irina. It could tag Cat any day now. Cass is insistent that she just go and sign up. A lot of people are convinced that their names will get skipped, but... really, how hard would it be to acquire an oracle, in Rhydin, for the draft's use? Cass insists she's just going to enlist.
Actually, the biggest danger to me is my pride, I think. I'm not going to get drafted. I don't know if I should lie about it, or just pretend that yeah, I did use my money and influence to get me out of it. The latter might be better. The more people who end up disliking me, the better, in the end.
Covert operations. That's where I've enlisted into. Naturally, I can't tell anyone that fact, or else my cover is shot. I'd strongly considered special forces, but... there's plenty of people who can do weird, unusual, or impossible things, in Rhydin. There are fewer who can be sneaky and careful, and still get their own asses out of trouble, the better.
I really.... really really expect to die. I mean, could I have picked a riskier job? And if one person has to be sacrificed to save the lot, well...
Maybe it all works out. I couldn't feel more alone if I tried, these days. Angelin and Irina are fighting, with me caught in the middle and both of them doing their passive-aggressive guilt-trips. Argh! Cass is in a weird mood, Stephen is being a stranger, Val and Sal are hung up on each other, Katie has her own problems... the closest thing I have to a friend right now is an aloof Jedi. How sad is that? But in the end... back to it being for the best. When something does happen to me, the fewer who mourn, the better.
Okay, I don't trust JACK with this journal at all. I'll admit that.
The draft is hitting people hard. Dakota, Topher, the entire Braeden youth including Irina. It could tag Cat any day now. Cass is insistent that she just go and sign up. A lot of people are convinced that their names will get skipped, but... really, how hard would it be to acquire an oracle, in Rhydin, for the draft's use? Cass insists she's just going to enlist.
Actually, the biggest danger to me is my pride, I think. I'm not going to get drafted. I don't know if I should lie about it, or just pretend that yeah, I did use my money and influence to get me out of it. The latter might be better. The more people who end up disliking me, the better, in the end.
Covert operations. That's where I've enlisted into. Naturally, I can't tell anyone that fact, or else my cover is shot. I'd strongly considered special forces, but... there's plenty of people who can do weird, unusual, or impossible things, in Rhydin. There are fewer who can be sneaky and careful, and still get their own asses out of trouble, the better.
I really.... really really expect to die. I mean, could I have picked a riskier job? And if one person has to be sacrificed to save the lot, well...
Maybe it all works out. I couldn't feel more alone if I tried, these days. Angelin and Irina are fighting, with me caught in the middle and both of them doing their passive-aggressive guilt-trips. Argh! Cass is in a weird mood, Stephen is being a stranger, Val and Sal are hung up on each other, Katie has her own problems... the closest thing I have to a friend right now is an aloof Jedi. How sad is that? But in the end... back to it being for the best. When something does happen to me, the fewer who mourn, the better.
