**Disclaimer: Mi-Hyun’s journal is entirely from her IC perspective, where she deals with her innermost conflicts and emotions. It is where she gets them out. It can be intense and emotional, because that is how Mi-Hyun is under the surface. Keep in mind she has her own trauma and triggers from the world too. None of it is intended to be meant or taken OOC. I like to fully immerse myself into my character and her world, so this is one way to do it. I very much like realistic, deep and detailed RP and storylines. Especially with it’s own drama and multiple layers. Characters and their imperfections.
Mi-Hyun’s Journal is written in an old diary by hand. She often leaves it with her things where ever she stores them. If anyone ever wants to get a hold of it or go through her things, IM me and let me know.
Knowing someone’s innermost thoughts can be a double edged sword though, since her journal does not have the same politeness or sugar coating Mi-Hyun does! It is literally an open book to the world through her eyes. And it is sometimes funny, and sometimes cruel, but it is all Mi-Hyun. The diary also reflects her current state of mind and psychological health, which is something I am keeping track of along with her physical health. I keep track of everything on my characters. It adds a new layer for me to consider her mental health condition along with her physical health condition.**
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Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ, 7ᴛʜ, Bᴜʙʙʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ Bɪᴛᴇʀs.
~BUBBLES!
OH MY GOD ALL OVER ME!
INSIDE ME LIKE!
LIKE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
IT’S LIKE HAVING SEX WITH A RAINBOW!
OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!
SO WET ALL OVER!
YES DOLLHOUSE THERE IS THE MAGIC! YOUR CAULDRON OF LIQUID JOY IS ALL OVER ME!
I AM BATHING IN YOUR JOY JUICE DOLLHOUSE!
I AM BASKING IN THE WATERY DEPTHS OF ECSTASY!
RUB A DUB RUB A DUB RUB RUB RUB!
OHHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDDDDD YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!
ALL OVER MY FACE AND IN MY HAIR!
OOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I AM YOUR RUBBER DUCKY!
I AM THE ONE!
WE GONNA HAVE US SOME FUN!
MAKE MY HOLE SQUEAKY CLEAN AND SPARKLE IN THE SUNLIGHT.
THE BLOODY PERIOD IS OVER!
NOW IT’S A WATER PARK!
AIN’T NO ZOMBIE GONNA HOLD THIS DOWN!
ALL NATURAL ALL BUOYANT!
NOT EVEN THE SEA COULD SINK THESE BABIES!
EMBRACE ETERNITY!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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So not to be rude I did spend a few hours scrubbing the pool down for the Dollhouse after my bath.
I am a clean girl, and respectful. I would not just leave a mess and leave.
And I did accept a job there.
So I do my part.
I even used one of my cans of first aid spray to disinfect the pool for them after emptying it.
I found out it is connected to a fresh water spring. Filling it is as easy as figuring out how the pumps work.
I still have not seen the thigh guy.
I hope he didn’t die.
That would make me sad.
He was nice. And funny.
And he showed us his penis.
White girls be like (≧o≦)
Asian girl be like (≧◡≦)
I won’t lie.
Maybe he can join our growing secret sect of INS/immigrant porn.
…
I then went down to the sea to wash my clothes.
Or started too.
I found a wrecked boat along the shore.
I thought at first maybe it could be mine.
My family could be there…
It wasn’t.
They weren’t.
I searched the boat carefully. Found some navigational maps and tools. A compass. Some fishing equipment. Sailing kit. I hoped it might have a harpoon gun. Maybe a flare gun.
I was disappointed.
I did find a tool box.
A mess kit.
Luckily my room isn’t far from here. It will take a few trips, but I can carry it back. Maybe trade some of it at the ATC.
I also found a wonder wash on it.
Aw yeah.
It even has some detergent left by it.
It took a few minutes but I was able to find the instruction manual in the cabin.
Fuck yeah. Female captains.
We know what’s up.
Shit is heavy.
But I’m taking this thing.
Not that I have water for it.
Maybe…
The Dollhouse…
They have water…
I have a wonder wash…
I don’t have to be Asian to be able to do this math.
I also found some oil in the wreckage.
Must be a fresh wreck. Don’t see any bodies.
No tracks either.
A ghost ship?
I hope this stuff isn’t cursed or something.
Back to the Dollhouse!
…
I met some people at a garage on the way back.
We started to talk, and then zombies attacked.
The other women ran, and suddenly I was alone against another pair of undead.
I was terrified, instinct took over, and I lashed out with a barrage of kicks and punches which hammered down the first one and I caved in it’s skull with my heel.
The second came after me, and I pulled it to the ground, grabbing it’s hair, then ears, then anything else I could to smash it’s head desperately onto the street as each one was horrifically ripped out in the process.
Eventually it’s head broke open like a rotten egg. It’s brains spilling out.
I rose, frantic. My bath had lulled me into a false state of security. I felt so good, for a moment I had forgotten just how much of a threat the undead were. That this is a survival situation.
It almost got me killed.
And no one would have saved me.
I ran. Back to the AES to tend my injuries. All I was wearing was my new backpack and the heavy coat I had found in the room. My things still needed cleaned.
My heart was pounding so heard I had forgotten about the cold.
I came onto another group. Saw a injured woman. The Doctor? I saw a familiar man too. I don’t know what happened.
I saw another man come running to her aid out of nowhere to tend her though. Kind of wish I had men that did that for me whenever I got hurt.
I obviously wasn’t needed, so I kept running.
I ran into another group of zombies up the street.
I fought. It was frantic, brutal, violent, furious.
I just had a bath!
I lost track of all that happened. It was savage and primal. I fought like a tiger.
I managed to kill one or two more. My breathing was heavy. I felt myself tiring and pain throughout my hands and legs. I knew I couldn’t keep this up.
Fighting for your life bare handed, barefoot, without shoes or knee guards or elbow guards is rough on the body.
Especially against infected.
I finally had to risk running before I was overwhelmed or ran out of energy.
Apparently my body smelled really good to the deadheads, or something has really riled them up tonight!
I was vulnerable, wearing only some of the clothes I was able to scavenge.
Which consisted of a shirt and some panties. At least I found a big coat.
Perhaps the woman in the road was a victim of their attacks too.
Hopefully she was not a victim of another human.
But she had men running to her aid out of no where so she was hardly in need of me saving her.
Zombies are out everywhere tonight. And my things still need cleaned.
Maybe that was why none were along the shore. They are all in the city.
Are the generators drawing them with their noise?
The undead are thick out tonight. Looks like I won’t make it back to the Dollhouse about that Wonder Wash.
And if that was the Doctor, doesn’t look like I will be able to talk to her again.
Or make it to the ATC to discuss the fishing and sailing equipment I found.
I would have to cross the city to get back to the safety of my room.
Maybe I should stay in the shelter.
I need a gun.
…
I cleaned my things as best I could in the shelter for now.
I know I can’t go back out in just a shirt and panties.
Though… It does feel sexy.
Being alone and facing zombies with only kickboxing does not.
Where all the white men at?
Can’t go out in scrubs either.
Going to put in some work hours on nurse duty.
Derp, derp, derp.
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