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Monday, June 7th, 2004

Time:4:13 pm.
Hmmm. Cold. And tired.

It's way too quiet. I feel like I should talk to someone, but the last person I talked to, I apparently got into to trouble. Erm, sorry, Wanda.

Anyhoo, business runs as usual although I haven't been picking pockets recently. I miss Bobby....and the Professor....and the huge-ass mansion. There were horses there!


Life's a drag.
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Friday, April 30th, 2004

Time:10:35 pm.
It's so sad when you get a song from 30 years before you were born stuck in your head.
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Monday, April 19th, 2004

Time:3:40 pm.
Mood: annoyed.
TJ found me!

And promptly pissed in my bed.

Damn that cat.
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Thursday, April 15th, 2004

Time:10:37 pm.
Running, she was always running at the start of the nightmare. Police sirens blare in the backround, keeps running. Something's going to catch her and she doesn't know what. Just, keep running. Don't look back, something is going to get you.
She continues to run, but can't for much longer. Looks down at her feet. The sidewalk had handprints in them, but instead of the names of movie stars written in the cement, there is 'Xavier'. The letters glow red and suddenly Jubilee is falling through the cement.
Lands in a cage. Lights flash, so bright that Jubilee has to cover her eyes with her hands. Through her fingers she can see men in lab coats all around, studying her and taking notes. What could they possibly be taking notes on? The cage door opens, one of the men enters with a metal pole....a brander? He comes closer, but Jubilee can't run. She's pressed to the back of the cage and the man keeps coming closer and closer until he holds out the pole. Her skin hisses and smokes as an 'M' is burned into her forehead. The men outside the cage applaud and suddenly the room is spinning. Mutants in other cages appear in Jubilee's eyesight. Logan, Mr. Summers, Ms. Grey, Professor Xavier, all of them, dead in cages. Jubilee looks up, sees a mirror, her own reflection, naked, shivering, and branded. She screams. Jubilee screams until blood pours from her mouth and fireworks spout from her fingers. She screams, whirls around, to turn away from the sight of herself, coming face to face with none other than Magneto. A smirk crosses his wrinkled face and lights up his dead, blank eyes.

Jubilee wakes up, screaming bloody murder.
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Monday, April 12th, 2004

Time:8:42 am.
Okay, so maybe I won't be leaving Manhattan so soon...

Met up with Bobby AND Kitty in the same day. It's amazing, really, the way things seem to just work out.

Bobby and I sat down and talked for a while. It was nice, just like old times. Bobby loaned me some money which I never ended up using...I'll have to give that back if ever see him. I should probably call the motel phone number he gave me.

Kitty has started X-ile which I've gone and joined. It's dangerous, I know, but it seems right and just being a street pickpocket was getting old. Plus I've got a real apartment which is a tempting perk.

I think things are going to turn out alright after all.
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Sunday, April 11th, 2004

Time:4:15 pm.
I hate Manhattan. This city sucks big time. I can't walk down a street without seeing some friggin' anti-mutant gang or protest.

Usually, I just ignore those sorts of things, but this time they FOLLOWED me. Followed me and freaked me out. It's like I had 'I'm a mutant' written on my face or something. I don't know what I did to tick them off.

Anyway, long story short, there are now several blinded people wandering around and I had a rock hurled at my head. I bet I get a scar. Dammit.

I hate this city. Unless God himself comes out of the sky and makes everyone stop hating eachother, I'm sooo out of here.
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Saturday, April 10th, 2004

Time:11:15 pm.
I have good news and bad news.

Good news: I have a new tattoo. I got a serpent put on my arm and I've still got some remaining money. Also, I was mentioned on the news.

Bad News: I was mentioned on the news as a wanted mutant. Not like I did anything. The ONE time I get on the news. Naturally, this destroys all hopes I ever had of being famous. Of course....I could be infamous now, but that's a bit messy.

I'm thinking of going off somewhere. At least out of Manhattan. Maybe California? I need some change.
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Friday, April 9th, 2004

Time:5:44 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
I was stuck in the sewers for a few hours. Gee, that was suuuuure fun. Can you sense my sarcasm?

I was trapped in rat invested tunnels that were probably filled with piss. Jesus, what was I thinking when I jumped down there?

On the bright side, I still have the money I stole. I went to the nearest supermarket(after leaving the sewers, of course. There are no supermarkets underground) and bought some food that can be stored anywhere. Mainly, potato chips and twinkies. I haven't got a fridge. I wish I had one though. Although, it doesn't really make sense why I should have one. I never have enough food to put in a fridge anyway.

I still have left over money. Hmmmm. What should I buy? New shoes? Nah. My boots are still wear-worthy. My overall outfit(notice the lack of plural) is A-OK except for the whole covered in filth and smelling like a dead animal that has been buried in a pile of manure from a cow with a colon problem.

Maybe I'll get a new tattoo. I've already got a small black sun on my wrist. I probably have enough money for something very small....
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Thursday, April 8th, 2004

Time:12:21 pm.
Mood: bitchy.
I wonder what Xavier would think of how the world's mutants are today. He'd probably be disgusted or at least royally pissed.

I wish I was still back at the Mansion and everything was okay. Instead, I'm hiding out in an abandoned apartment with a stray cat which I made the mistake of feeding so he keeps coming back. I named him TJ, but I'm not sure why.

Anyhoo, with nobody but TJ for company, life does get a wee bit boring. I've fallen back on my old thieving habits. I figure that if the world doesn't want me alive, I'm justified in stealing their things. Bigots don't deserve nice things like CDs, computers, and food.

I wonder where Kitty, Rogue, and all the people I know from the mansion are. I bet they're either dead or doing something big and important. Scared old Jubilee hides in her newest home. I bet I end up being one of those scary homeless old people with 49 million cats.

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Monday, April 5th, 2004

Time:10:39 pm.
Mood: chipper.
Testing, testing, one two three.
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