Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in Kiyokazu Fujimoto's InsaneJournal:

Monday, March 22nd, 2010
11:27 am	#2 [Written] This place makes things happen... That was the only warning I received upon arrival. Call me cynical, but I really don't think being married off to a complete stranger could be classified as something that just happens. I think there needs to be a better explanation for this sort of thing than just 'something happened'. Some suggestions. 'This place likes to screw with your life.' 'This place has a tendency to mess with your mind and alter your judgment and reality.' 'This place has brought you here as it's own plaything to torment you.' I demand a better explanation for what exactly happens here and what I should expect from past experience of those that have been here a little longer than me. I'm not fond of surprises such as this. (126 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 5th, 2010
9:55 am	#1 [With an exasperated sigh, Fujimoto sat down on the bench after spending nearly two hours arguing with what could be considered a brick wall. He hadn't gotten any information from the ladies and something was preventing him from leaving the building against his will. No matter how much he tried to locate the source of the power, he couldn't find anything. He wasn't giving up, just taking a break to refresh his mind and energy before returning to his attempts to escape.] [Flipping the pages of the notebook open, he skimmed through the book not finding anything written on any of the pages. Blank. Each and every one of them. Letting it fall open to a random page, he thought about what the women at the desk had said to him each and every time they had tried to give him back this notebook.] [Audio] Try the notebook? It's not a book. It has no directions or explanations contained within it. It's blank paper. [A sigh] [Written] HELP! I've been kidnapped. As if writing in this is going to help me at all. It's just a notebook. This is pointless. [Everything written gets strike-outs through it, though it still can be read.] [But a sketch slowly starts to appear in the corner. A tall long haired guy is shoving a dark haired guy into a pile of snow outside, a cigarette in the snow next to them. ] [Written] This is low, even for that bastard. I don't know how you got me here, but I don't plan on staying. The least you could do is stop being a coward and show your face. (176 Comments |Comment on this)