Okay. So I didn't go out to wander the desert like I said I was gonna. So sue me (It's too fuckin' hot and dusty out there anyways). What can I say? I'm spontaneous. Instead I decided to mooch around the other barracks for a while (since everyone in Barracks 2 has an attitude problem). But because there ain't a whole lot of activity in Barracks 1 it got terribly quiet and I got bored. So yeah, I'm back.

It looks like the demon scum are getting their act together and organising trainin' facilities. Well, screw that. I ain't doin' no hard work for anyone. If I feel like beating something up then I will. Personally I enjoy lazin' around doin' fuck-all. Just wish there were a few more people to enjoy the lazin' around with. Wish I'd taken up Mr. Charming Schemer on his previous offer now. I dunno if I can even get that booze off him now. Not after the free-for-all bitch-fight incident. I shouldna started thinking about that alcohol. Now I'm a proper yearnin' fer some. Pah. What a total screw-up this is!

Dammit, I wish the old crew were here. At least you knew where you were with Devil's Nesters. Even him. *scowls. Then shrugging, raises an eyebrow and grins* If anyone needs me, I'll be in my bunk.

Fuckin' typical. Had to cope with my own kind hating my guts back when I was alive and this place ain't no better. Well, do you think I give a shit? I'm fed-up of this back-stabbing bitch-fest of a place already. Think I'll go wander out in the desert for a while.

Ha ha... it's really getting like a fuckin' soap-opera around here. I couldn't help but notice the fuss over that gurl when she arrived... I thought it pretty prudent not to butt in as them guys don't like me anyway... but I can't help enjoyin' the drama. How classic... first that whole envious thing that Grouchy had over Fisty-cuffs and Cowboy... then Lil' Miss Perfect arrives... gets drunk and fools 'bout with Cowboy even though she's Grouchy's ex... Fisty-cuffs dumps Cowboy and everyone gets pissed-off at each other. Then there's all kindsa other stuff goin' on in the background. Some issue between Docile New Guy and Bitchy New Guy (heck if I know whats goin' on there). Plus a side-helping of the something-going-on-in-the-showers that I'm tempted to perv on (what, I'm not getting any so what d'ya expect me to do). 

All in all I'm pretty happy to sit back and appreciate all the action from a distance.

Hey... (what was the name again, handsome? Oh yeah...) Balthier! Git' yerself over 'ere sharpish. I needs to be speakin' to you about somethin' ya might find of interest concerning previous agreement about 'liberation' of certain items. And yeah, bring yer bunny-friend too if ya want to, she might come in handy if she knows her stuff.

It's gone awful quiet 'round here lately. S'pose most of the others are doin' the best to get on with their lives deaths and avoid the Trainer at the same time. Apparently, that schemer Yukimura has managed to get his hands on some booze without the hellspawn catching on (or however he frickin' does it). Haven't seen Blondie around at all... knowing him, he's probably on some deep-cover operation concerning the kidnap of certain undergarments belonging to Mr Obnoxious. There are even a few new people wandering around... some more excited about this whole 'Hell' thing than others.

Damn this heat. I think even the water in the showers is boiling away with this weather. And there's nothing here to amuse me or keep my mind occupied. I s'pose that's why they call it Hell... fuckin' hours of fuckin' nothing (and I'm meanin' that literally too). At least holding the monopoly in cigarettes around here is reassuring. Ownin' something others ain't got is always satisfying. Now I only need to get my hands on some of that booze Schemer's managed to aquire.

Okay, so after much wandering and no help from a certain obnoxious individual, I located the closest thing I can find to civilization... an army training camp. Unfortunately, this being hell, its a camp run by demons. Then I find the bastards have been expecting me... even located me in one of their barracks. I really wouldn't have minded. After all, there are beds... and showers... and other pretty things here. But these demons right, they have these 'rules' see... rules that I have issues with. Big frickin' issues!

Well, while I plot a way outta this mess at least I can sit in my bunk and smoke this stash of cigarettes I found. People seem to be arriving now, better keep an eye out for that demon sergeant or whatever, I think I may have made an enemy there. I spotted blondie earlier... still trailing around after that annoying ginger kid. Wonder if he's staying here too...

I acquired two people today. Just wanderers like me... but they must've come from somewhere right? I still haven't managed to figure out why I'm here or how far from a village/town/city this place is. But the guy who calls himself Zack looks well fed and healthy... maybe he's been around a while and knows this place. *sighs* Oh well. The worst news seems to be that we're somewhere in hell. And I thought all that crap was a myth. Dammit, I really hate not being in the know!

But back to my two new companions... well at least they're human. I can at least feel some superiority about that. But the Zack guy has this independent look in his eye that puts me on edge and is wearing something akin to a military uniform. Plus he has black hair... longish black hair. *shudders* I won't get started on the issues I have with bastards with long black hair, but needless to say it's kinda freakin' me out. The other one... Urahara... seems a little bit strange. But then I likes strange folks... especially if they're inclined to wanna strip in front of me. *wide grin*

The high winds seem to be abating but while the grit has stopped flying in my face it has now decided to trickle into my shoes. I'm annoyed, I'm uncomfortable, I'm sweltering in this heat and I seem to have managed to crush all my smokes and lose my lighter. Does anyone have a light... no, seriously... and some booze... and a nice comfy bed... and a shower... and throw in someone for stress-relief while you're at it! Please would someone care show me the way to civilization?

The last thing I can remember, apart from the icky feeling of turning to goo, is that kid’s face. He looked kinda troubled. As if killing me was some sorta issue for him. Surely not. I mean who’d cry for a bastard like me? Hmm, maybe Martel would, but that’s beside the point. 

Oh well, no big deal right? I’m okay. I’m here. Wherever here is. Stupid desert. If only this sandstorm would clear up then maybe I could get my bearings. And find my stuff. Yes, my possessions, my belongings, my people. Hah, how fucking ironic. Me, not owning a thing in the world but the clothes on my back. Never thought I’d see the day… Actually it makes me feel kinda ill. Excuse me while I puke.

I wonder if there’s anyone else here? If this is the land of the dead then surely there must be others; presumably dead too. Might as well wait this storm out and go in search of them. They’ll have stuff. And if they don’t then I'll make do with what they have got. One thing’s for sure: You can’t own desert.