it has been one whole month since my last post, we took the advice of Eric Braddock, an activist for EHRM, (Extraordinary human rights movement), he said that specials would do well to lay low for a month.
i have been incredibly out of it the last few days, daydreaming, i suppose it guilt. Guilt over Claire Bennet, what with killing her and all. Eric and i are now going out, and i have met some of the employees of specials for hire at the bar. one of whom has teleported in my old friends Annette and Mike, i needed them, they would understand right? about why i had to leave and stuff, i dont know, but now they're staying with us.
"who's the guy next door?" Annette asked this morning, she was making waffles, mmmm.
"which one?" i asked her
"the cross dresser, he's really funny i think i'll invite him over for dinner tonight, what do you think?"
"he and Lucy haven't really get along sinse she stole his diamond studded boots" Annette nodded and Mike asked me if Tyler Sutton , the man whore next door was seeing anyone, i said no and i haven't seen Mike all day.
Life is normal, ocassionally their are huge riots downstairs where all these "witch" hunters are trying to search the building, this was getting out of hand.
Lucas was out at night more and more, we have learned the name of the girl who saved us at that building, where i had to kill Claire Bennet, her name was Cleo. Cleo Trellis, she's disapeared off the face of the Earth, hiding? dead? we don't really know.
i have called up a guy called Tempest he says he'll come to NY as soon as he can, what with the specails hunting it could be a while, i hope he gets here soon, my friends and i are tired of looking over our shoulders and hope he can help.
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