holyknights: (✘ all I want is a place to call my own)
[Elliot thinks that horoscopes can be interesting (secretly), but he doesn't care for these. Why should he change who he is because some prediction said so? What does he have to be paranoid about? And he'd never utter the word "love" to any of the people he lives with.]

These horoscopes are bullshit.

[His voice sounds somewhat distant, like he's not talking right to the journal, but he knows it's there. Instead, his attention is on the little white kitten that's wandered into the living room. The one that's now sitting in his lap, though the journal's camera doesn't catch that. The kitten meows loudly, and surprisingly, Elliot doesn't tell it to stop.]

At least you won't hate me.

[Of course, he doesn't realize that what he's doing and what he's saying might be just a little weird. But do you really want to be the one to tell him that?]
holyknights: (✘ it's something I don't want to face)
[There's a frustrated sigh before a brief, simple message is heard over the journals.]

How do you break a bad habit?

[And hey, housemates. Over the past week, you might have noticed unusual messes around the house that generally consist of shredded cloth. These messes are often attended to quickly, but their constant presence is hard to ignore. If your guess is that Vincent is responsible for this, you're probably wrong. How can you tell?

Because Elliot, the true culprit, is standing in the kitchen with a knife, holding a torn jacket that he might have intended to wear today and a frown on his face. ...this is getting to be really annoying.]

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Elliot Nightray

July 2012

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