First Diagnosis; Dictated;

[likesroleplay]

Frick. Frick. Frick.

Oh my god I don't know what happened or how I ended up here but if I don't show up for work tomorrow Dr. Cox is going to kill me. And if he doesn't Dr. Kelso certainly will and either way would pretty much suck because they're both just such complete hardasses. And I know I told myself I wasn't just going to lay over and take it anymore but I didn't think it was going to be tested this soon either, you know?

[And it's about then that she realizes the journal that's sitting next to her is writing down everything she's saying.]

Holy frick on a stick why is this journal writing in itself. I mean, the freaky castle isn't weird enough, there's enchanted journals too? Please tell me someone accidentally pricked me with some morphine or something because this sounds more like one of JD's crazy fantasies than anything real. I mean, this can't be what's really happening, right?


[There's pause, and then she sounds a little more pathetic.]

Right?

Comments

[likesroleplay]

So there's not even good entertainment?

[wastheexample]

The Capitol think it's good entertainment, and they produce entertainment. So no.

[likesroleplay]

....I'm so sorry. That's just...awful. [She just...has no idea what else to say in response to all this.]

[wastheexample]

It is. One day it might change. Who knows.

[likesroleplay]

I hope it does. For you.

[wastheexample]

Thanks, so do I. Probably hoping for too much, but hell if I'm not going to hope anyway.

[likesroleplay]

Well, if you don't hope a little, what's the point?

[wastheexample]

There isn't any, that's how you get downtrodden and complacent.

[likesroleplay]

And that doesn't do anyone any good.

[wastheexample]

Not at all.