Scribing

[Vaelin]

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[Personal Entry: Three]

Vaelin sat at the console with a soft frown tugging at his lips, his right hand had its thumb against his temple, his index across his forehead while the remaining fingers were curled in toward his palm. He was leaning over the terminal staring at particularly nothing. He rested back into the chair letting out a drawn out sigh of discontent, his eyes shifting over to the personification of Jim standing nearby in a militaristic pose, of his hands folded behind his back. Vaelin moved his free hand over to the console and opened up the logs to bring up his personal entries, he took a moment glancing over the text though he didn’t distinctly read anything, and he brought up the option to create another entry. His hand lightly tapped over the keys as he filled in the entry.

“Confused, disordered thoughts, time is mostly dragging out I think. I’m starting to get restless and my negative emotions are starting to become more precedent the longer I sit here and maul over my thoughts and my actions. I don’t know why but there’s always been a hollow feeling inside my soul... its become more evident over the past few weeks or days - I’ve had less desire to talk to people, those that I do - I can barely stand talking to them.”

He closed his hand into a fist, his eyes closing and his head softly shaking trying to repress the bundle of feeling. His hand hovered over the onscreen keyboard once again though his hand failed to press any further buttons. For the moment words were beyond him, which did little to help his mood. Standing up from terminal he gathered his coat and slides his arms through before moving to take a stroll through the Anubis, leaving the entry unfinished.

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