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[dolly]

username; DollyDo
name; Ace
gender; Male
5 word personality; Three words wait thats two
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Dear diary journal they have accepted me as one of their own and I am currently eating leaves with them. In my opinion the higher leaves are better then the lower ones but I don't understand them so they can't give their opinion so take my word for it. A lion pack recently came over but we fought them a bit before running towards the tree on west hill. They got Jenny but I think everyone else is safe and sound over here by west hill. The hippos are quite scary and I almost got my tail bitten off by one when we passed through their river running from the lions over here. Over all this life on the African planes is going well but I can't wait to go home in a year or two seeing I can't bare to see anymore of my friends pass like Jen. For now I will be hanging with Earl and Carol and I bet if they could talk they'd miss Jen a lot too. For now that's all and i'll be back tomorrow to fill you in on what happens but for now that's all a scared/happy kalon can say about today.


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[bucky.]

username; ~Scarlett~
name; Kierra
gender; Female
5 word personality; Bossy | Tactful| Chatty | Athletic | Rebel

journal entry; [401 Words] (I apologize for any bad grammar/spelling, I'm on a mobile and it's really hard to write a lot :'D)
Why can't other Kalons be as smart as I am? Today I came up with an extremely clever plan that would allow me and my friends to snatch some cookies from my moms cookie jar. It would have worked PERFECTLY if it wasn't for a certain couple clumsy Kalons. Here's what happened:

I was just sitting on the couch, minding my own business and watching TV-when BAM! The delicious smell of homemade chocolate chip cookies hit my nose. Obviously, I dropped what I was doing and followed the scent to the kitchen. Now, this was unfortunate for me, because mom rarely ever gives me food while she's baking. Sure enough, when I asked her If I could eat just ONE cookie-she said no. Just plain old "No." Like, the "I-don't-care-what-you're-gonna-say-because-it's-still-going-to-be-a-no" type of no.

Now, I knew two things. One- I absolutely needed one of those cookies. And two- I was going to need a team to help me.
I found my team at the park. I picked out the *supposedly* smarter Kalons, and brought them to my house. I spilled my plan, making sure to include each detail. We made a couple maps and memorized our courses.

All was going well so far. I was outside the window, ready to climb in at a signal from a Kalon in a tree. The Kalon flicked it's tail and I shoved the window open- I climbed through and slid onto the floor. I could hear the two younger Kalons who were pretending to be Girl Scouts talking to my mom at the front door. I had limited time. I had started shoving cookies into my bag when I heard the front door slam shut and I realized that the two Kalons had probably ran off, forgetting what they were supposed to say. I leaped towards, the window, but my mom caught me from behind, and scolded me for about 5 minutes, and then forced me to put the cookies back. Do you know how painful that was, with the warm smell drifting right into my face?
And then, as I thought it couldn't get any worse- my mom ate one of the cookies. Right. In front. Of. My face.

I've faced an embarrassing and painful defeat earlier today- but there are more cookies left. And as long as there are chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen, I will get some. Watch out, mom.

I just realized that I wrote this at 4 in the morning because I thought It ended at 7 AM and I wanted to get my entry in so bad hELP ME

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[Karmel]

username; Karmel
name; Robyn
gender; Gender Fluid, She/Her
5 word personality; No, see, trouble finds her.

journal entry; [357/500 words]

— Year 3, Day 137 —
— Location: On the Move —



It's not looking pretty out there. I thought leaving the large encampment would shake the feeling of dread, but I think it's just gotten worse. Perhaps I should've stayed with the masses... but connections get you in tough spots these days. I couldn't stay there any longer for fear of forming attachments. Everyone was getting too close. Gideon, bless his heart, said that having no one to care for means a higher chance of survival. With no one else to watch out for, you can keep your own back covered ten times better. I guess I learned well from him.

Perhaps not well enough though. I wish he were still here.

After leaving the encampment I decided to head west. There are reports of old storage bunkers stationed in those part. My supplies are running low, but if what I am hearing is true these bunkers can last me years. Perhaps even decades if I decide not to share. It will put be in a pretty difficult spot if I do find it. On one hand, my basic survival is pretty much guaranteed. On the other... well, there are people who need help. I can transport the supplies to encampments across the continent and aid those who are unable to hunt and roam like I do.

Nevertheless, that is my next spot. I hear those areas are heavily invested, but I brought an arsenal with me this time. Don't want another repeat of the southern border incident. I can still head Gideon yelling at me, "Why did you bring a bow? You couldn't have brought something useful?" I showed him though. My archery skills are as top notch as ever. I can out shoot any weapon, just watch me. My mother didn't teach no fool.

It's getting dark now though, and I should set camp before dusk falls. Besides, I can't write in the dark.

...I don't even know why I am still writing this after three years.

Who am I trying to talk to?

Ah, best not to let thoughts like that linger. There's work to be done.

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[idog]

username; KawaiiHamster
name; Chibi
gender; female
5 word personality; silly, crazy, kawaii, weeaboo, funny
journal entry; [max 500 words]
11/27/16
So, uh, hi! Today i got made fun of again . It was cuz i dropped an egg on my head at lunch. And i got strait A's but the teacher never called my name. BUT then eek listen to this like, omg so Hiro that hot boy literally asked me out! like best day ever! he said "H-hey well could u possibly do my homework at the cafe today? with me of course!" Like omg omg omg. BUT i went to the cafe and the only thing that was at the table was the homework and a note saying "SUCKER! did u really think i would go out with u? ha!". So that made me go into my room to cry.
-11/28/16-
ok,ok so this day was totally awesome! That not hot but really cute kid was talking to me! like aaah! and tomorrow we are actually going on a date!

-Date- Oh what was a thinking? I'm here at the date and its 5 mins past when he said he'd get here! Oh, my, gosh, like he's here and he looks so adorable with a cute little tie! And like he said this "h-hi, i brought u some flowers! o-oh and so so i'm late like i feel so bad like uuuhhhh.

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She the black one^^

[Strudel]

username; Strudel
name; Hawthorne
gender; Male
5 word personality;
Gentlemanly, passionate, stoic, cynical, and selfless
journal entry; [max 500 words]
Hawthore's Journal (Winter 1898)

9 December. Bristol. The Cabot Tower was above me, its stones new and cold. It doesn't hold love for those inside it, as it has no love to give. It is not a home, but a chapel built to commemorate a long dead man with a long dead ambition.
Because it is not a home, it can house beasts.
People come from all around, even in the winter's cold, to view their queen's glorious new tower. Even at night.
They should never come at night.
That's when the beasts come.
Pale color, sharp features, piercing eyes, sharp fangs. The beasts are always watching, waiting, for someone to strike. Someone to feed upon.
They do not know the beasts are here, even if they did they would think themselves safe. But this is not a place of holy ground. There is no God here to help them. There is only I, with the weapons hidden under my coat and my beating heart crying out to protect the innocent peoples of Bristol from the beasts that invade the night.
This tower was easy picking for them until I came.
I could smell them that night, the UnDead. They smell of decay and earth. Not wholly unpleasant, but it's an unnatural scent for kalon kind.
I gripped the piece of sharpened wood under my cloak and took a deep breath. I was not afraid for myself. I always fear for everyone else.
I slipped beside the building, following the all-too-familiar scent of a beast. There was no one there. There was someone there. It's always like that, when they stalk their prey. You can never see them there until you are right upon them, they blend into the shadows. What fool, I had thought, to think of me as prey. I was dangerous to their kind as they were to mine, I could strike as fast as a snake and as hard as a stone. They all crumbled beneath my boots. I had thought he would find the same fate, except...
She was a woman.
Her hair was raven black and her expression every bit as fierce as any I have seen on a beast before.
She was carrying a child. A babe, no older than one year perhaps.
I've never been afraid before, until then. Not in my adult life. That child was alive, I had to save it.
Just as the female lashed forward, so did I. I struck at her with the stake, missing her heart by several inches as she reached for my throat. I managed to grab the child. I usually would have struck out and killed her, but the child was my priority.
In the end it didn't matter. I did what I could, but having a small child to watch after and protect slowed me down and took away any chance I had of beating the beast. I was bested, and I have become what I hated most.

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[AustrianAce]

username; Austriagirl

name; Carrie

gender; Female

5 word personality; Bubbly, caring, thoughtful, gullible, clumsy

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all credit for the poem/diary entry goes to the wonderful and beautiful person in this youtube video <3
I hope it's okay I used it, I just really felt it perfectly reflected this kalon <3



To my sixteen year old self:
Do you want the good news or the bad?
The good news is we're happy,
The bad is we're still barking mad.

Right 'bout now you should be leaving that strange emo phase,
Where black nails, ribbons and lace and a moody face were all the craze.
Now, I'm still convinced that all that you're about to witness,
All the heartbreak, all the mistakes, all those failed attempts at fitness
Every tear and shout and giggle has gone towards creating me.
And I wouldn't change a single second of your happiness or misery.
But, with all that said, I think there are some things you ought to know,
Just to make your journey smoother, a bit less bumpy on the go.

One: don't compare yourself to every girl you've met.
Their prettier eyes, their longer legs, their better makeup because I will bet
That every girl you've ever met has compared themselves to us.
Our curvy waist, our curly hair, when all we thought was what's the fuss?
You're not them and they're not you.
And, holy crap, that's nice.
So stop comparing and start self-caring, because all you are will more than suffice.

Two: hold your horses, take things slower, think it through,
'Cause you're so good at jumping in the deep without a freaking clue.
You fall in love with best case scenarios while ignoring all the worst,
So when the worst come rolling round, your bubble's quickly burst.
Fight the urge to race ahead. Be the tortoise, not the hare.
You'll see the end before it's here, not fall over it when you're there.

Three: take time to date yourself and don't let guys state your worth,
Because half the guys you end up being with just didn't deserve
Everything you have to offer because you didn't learn to love yourself
Before you asked a boy to love you, which got you left up on a shelf.
So figure out exactly who you are and then be daring
Because you've just got to be more careful when it's your heart that you are sharing.

Aside from that, I don't think I'd change another thing.
Even that stupid decision you make that 2012 will bring.
But remember there will be times when it feels like all is lost.
When there's no way out from all that doubt and every bridge has been crossed.
But if you call it quits, you'll never get to see where we end up.
And I've gotta say it's pretty freaking good so don't give up.
Life has got this funny way of being really bad, but then just like that, the light comes on
And you will be so glad that you held on that bit longer so you can lay out in the sun.
And I hope that I can make you proud. Love from me at twenty one.

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[aventurine.]

username;
Tauruu-Vynn
name;
Henna

gender;
Female

5 word personality;
Outgoing
Spunky
Calm
Collected
Affable

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August 6th
Just after dinnertime.

Ink has a permanence that I enjoy. In a life that hasn't ever been very stable, I find giving and making tattoos to be very calming. Some people ask for very complex designs, others ask for very simple. I'm happy to oblige, even to the most inebriated of people. After all, they have to lI've with the decision of what they wanted on their body for the rest of their life, not me. I specialize in not only normal tattoos, but tattoos to cover scars. Today, I did a lage project to cover up extensive scarring.

Today, I met a fighter. She was a sweet lady, couldn't have been older than me, but she'd been through quite the ordeal. When she was younger, she had been in a house fire. Much of her arms, back, and sides had been burned badly, and she needed skin grafts to fix the damage done to her. How she managed to keep her head up and go through all the surgeries was beyond me, but I was glad to do this for her.

She asked for an intricate dream catcher design with feathers on one side, on her arms birds coming from a feather with the words "take flight", and on her back her very own pair of wings "to really take that flight" as she had said. She had come in at nearly nine this morning, and we're not finished with the back design. I told her before we even started that it'll take many, many sessions to get all she wants done actually done.

We've gotten the feather done, and now we're started on the wings, since that's gonna go somewhat quickly. It's gonna go a lot quicker than the dreamcatcher, but not as quickly as the feather on her arm did. She wants these wings to be a shaded rainbow, if that makes any sense. The colors have to be muted, or darkened, to give it the effect that she wants. I need to be careful, because every error I make she has to live with for the rest of her life.

She's such a good client, very talkative. She's the single mother of two and has the largest family I have ever heard of. Six sisters and three brothers and the oldest of them all. I told her I also come from a single mother, but I was an only child after my father left. There are many similarities in our stories and many differences. I learned a lesson from her, in our brief time together today. I need to learn to forgive and forget, I can't hold grudges against anything or anyone. She's doing her best to move on from this traumatic experience, put it behind her and move on with her life, and may even I should do the same. Some days I have no idea what's gonna come through the door to my tattoo parlor, but today, I'm so glad she did.

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