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Report Date: August 5, 2012
Time: 21.00
Location: mid-Atlantic Ocean

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Well. Today has been absolutely **** amazing. I’m sure that whoever is reading these reports really doesn’t want to know... But I assure you, I really don’t care.

Something is weird about my biology. My period only comes once every three months. I knew this would happen while we were still on the boat, so I got a package of pads when we stopped in Ireland to get James. But no. That one storm just had to leak in through the stairs and get them all wet.

Then, we used all of our painkillers with Gladius Vadam broke his leg in a fight with a Vit just before we got on the boat! Combine that with the fact it started when I was sleeping, so when I woke up, it looked like there was a RASH on the inside of my thigh, and because of what happened the other day, I flipped ****.

Oh, and then I don’t have any clean panties or bras because we have no **** laundry equipment on this god damned boat. I would have grabbed more. But you know, who the **** has time to do that when you’re being chased by ten psychotic **** bandits, and the shots are making a few Vits come screaming out of their holes?

**** yaaaaaayyyyyyy.

-IO-CRSS Black Rain

Journal Entry:

So, when I woke up this morning, I discovered what I thought to be a small rash starting on the inside of my thigh. Nope. Just blood. And no pads. Or clean panties, for that matter. But, when I freaked out ‘cause I thought it was a rash, my lieutenant, Vadam, came gimp-running into the room, with me completely naked because I ripped everything off to see if there were other rashes. I know it wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but I threw one of my knives at him. I purposely missed. But I did throw my knife at him. I’m pretty sure I also wrenched my wounded shoulder throwing that knife.

Needless to say, he hobble-sprinted out of my quarters pretty quick, and I set to work trying to find something that was at least semi-clean to wear. I found a few pieces of clothing that I could wear, but it wouldn’t last the full five days.

Fuming, I got dressed, and went out to snatch a cigarette from James. I decided before I left my room that I didn’t need to bring my sidearm out, in the case that I got pissed for whatever illogical reason. So, because of that, I only brought my combat knife, my back-up, and a letter opener hidden in my belt. All still very deadly, but I’d have to get close to use them properly, so I figured that’d give someone warning enough to run the **** away.

James noticed this and commented, ”No sidearm toda- Aw, ****…” At that moment, I’m pretty sure he realized exactly what it meant that I wasn’t carrying my beloved handgun War. What little color was in his faced drained pretty quickly.

“Ergh. I was wondering what that coppery scent was.” He blushed very lightly just after he said that, and turned to pour us both a flagon of ale we’d looted from one of the taverns in Westmeath.

I think it’s obvious at this point that we just sat there drinking, occasionally throwing an insult or two back and forth. I’m glad that I’m not usually the type of girl who gets irrationally pissed or depressed on their period. It makes days like these much lighter compared to what they could be.

Viktor came in, making half a comment about how he could see my ass because I was leaning so far forward in my chair, and I saw James make a signal to let our Russian Brother know to shut the hell up. I think I smiled at that. Viktor sat down and started drinking with us, occasionally dropping the off-handed remark with his strange accent mix of English and Russian.

The day passed pretty quickly, thank the gods, and I only saw Ryan once. Normally, he’s the one to sit down and take my mind off things by being an insane little(massive) pothead, but he must have been busy helping Mikaiel with the boat seeing as Viktor and James were sitting with me, and Vadam usually tinkers with the electronics to try and figure out why the internet is still up.

At some point, I stumbled back to my quarters, half-drunk, and passed out for a few hours. When I woke, the moon was high in the sky, and I felt the familiar buzz of a mild hangover. Funny. I never get them when I’m not on my period.

I just sat and meditated for a few hours until I felt tired enough to sleep again. That’s when I started writing this report. I think I’m calm enough to go back to bed now. One of these days, I’ll learn how the Tibetan monks control their bodies’ functions so well, so I never have to deal with one of these blasted periods again, unless I feel like getting pregnant, which I don’t see happening.

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