He's following us. The guitar guy is following us. I really hope he's after me, and not Johnas, because getting a representativve of another country killed won't make me popular at parties.
We're pulling up to our destination, and I leave Johnas alone in the car to talk to the head of security...
I sure hope today is as uneventful as ever, but knowing my life, nothing will go the way I want it to.
I'm sitting in the car with Mr. Adems, but I can't help but think abut that guy from the airport. He was incredible. I just can't believe him. One second he was there, the next he was gone... So beautiful, yet so fleeting... Like the tears of the innocents. I want to know who he was, but I don't have enough to go on. Or maybe I do...
He had a beautiful guitar, a Taylor, Model 814ce. Rosewood, perfctly strung.
Not too many of those here in Carthage that I know of, because they're imported, and
First journal entry.... Yay. I guess this just won't be as exciting as I thought, but Ayo insisted I do it.
Bleah... I have nothing to say.
Well, I'm here at the airport awaiting Mr. Johnas Adems of Kriegland. I feel like a ball of tension, but this isn't abnormal, I should think, on your first job of this kind. I just want to make a good impression and not screw this up. While I'm sitting here, I feel watched. I don't know who's watching me. I requested that none of the men I brought along s
OOC: I guess I'm starting this journal because I'll have a chance to write more about my character in the RP world. She needs her chance to speak.
The entries will be numbered according how many entries there are- not how many days. Journaling isn't a daily thing for Kottan: she tends to misplace her diary, and she leaves it on tables sometimes and doesn't remember where she left it until she desperatley needs to write sometihng down.
The entries in character will begin with One sometime soon.
