((AHAHA, oh, I am le suck. I tried to stick Njoki on hiatus and work on my freakishly boring papers, but I keep reading things that I'd like to poke in on. NGH. Must. Write. Paper.))

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This isn't really something I'd do, but I thought you'd like it.

( For Stu )

Njoki's methods for searching for people is a little less based on footwork and more on asking the right people, or if you want to be specific, she's asking the right animals. The ghouls haven't seen him, she can't catch a recent scent without wandering about and looking in-human (bad plan), and without an object of his, she can't track him with a conjure.

That leaves one thing: the slightly ugly, squat brownbird that lives in her apartment. There's no guarantee this will work. There's not even a good chance that it will, but it's something she felt she had to try. It's dangerous and if it's not done right, Njoki won't recover.

Once she's returned home and done her schoolwork, Njoki seems to get ready for bed: locking the doors, getting into pyjamas, turning out the lights, and opening a window. She takes the bird out of the cage and starts to talk to him with a soft voice. Somehow she knows that he agrees to her plan and with that, she lays down under a thick pile of blankets (open windows in March aren't all that much fun, especially when you're getting over a cold) and puts the bird on her chest.

It takes a few minutes before Njoki's breathing slows down to almost nothing. If anyone found her, they'd swear she was dead.

The bird shivers, stretches his wings, and does a few laps around the room before leaving through the open window.

You'd think that one of the perks of being a were-whatever is that you'd be spared the annual flu-battle. Sadly for Njoki and conveniently for her mun that doesn't seem to be the case.

Since Dexter had promised to bring over soup, Njoki had reasoned that it was a good time to get up, clean up her apartment and try to do something slightly more useful than curl up and read.

I hate having a cold.

((Translation: Last Tuesday, I got hauled home for Reading Week and we don't have access to the interwebs out here in Stickville. I should be back to school, computer, and civilization fairly soon.))

Aitan,
I don't know if you ever read this to check up on me. I sort of hope you do, just so you know that I'm okay. I half-think you're a bastard for leaving, but I don't blame you in the least. I didn't write this yesterday and I didn't have anywhere to send flowers to -- not that I would have, but I'd have sent some socks stuck on green sticks to look like flowers, I know your feet get cold. I suppose that's us, a day late and a dollar short.
     Love,
       -- Njoki.

I don't know what to do. I need to run, but it's not safe. Used to be that I could ask Mr Ruthven and he'd drive me somewhere, but I can't do that anymore. Thanks a lot.

I've got to sort something out and soon.

Njoki would never share this.

( Rate my life. )

Answer what you can/want to. ( I don't mind. )

Thank you, all of you, so very much. That's just lovely. No, really. I appreicate the time and effort you all put into that. I'll remember it too and offer you the same amount of protection when the next monster comes along.

Bastards.

I miss Dark. At least he noticed me.

I don't like most memes. I won't post that song title one because none of it fits.

Still, tell me what you think. Anonymously or whatever.

To the non-denominational Winter Buddy or whatever equally silly title I'm supposed to use,
Thank you for the cookies and bracelet. I really like them both.

Someone else has been hunting in my territory and that's just not acceptable. It's not even the hunting that upsets me. There are others in town, in Middle Area that need it, no, it's the sloppy work.

If you hunt, don't let the prey live and leave. Don't get caught. Don't bring the heat down on the rest of us. Idiot. Young idiot. Something has to be done about this.

I don't like 'memes' very much. I did the Egyptian one and I don't think the result suited me.

( Some rules should be broken. )

I suppose I should feel guilty and I do, just not as much as I should.

I really hate this place.

To Whom It May Concern:
     I expect a postcard from the ski trip.
-- Njoki.

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.	✓ I don't watch much TV these days.  (I don't have a tv.)	× I own lots of books.  (Not as many as I'd like.)
× I wear glasses or contact lenses.	× I love to play video games.  (I've never played one.)	✓ I've tried marijuana.
✓ I've watched porn movies.  (Boring.)	× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.	× I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
✓ I curse sometimes.  (Do they mean swearing? Or actual curses?)	✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.  (Welcome to Middle Area.)	✓ I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.  (Religious reasons.)

( it goes on... )