singles awareness day / singles seminar

[clarence a.]

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CLARENCE ASTON

" i bear little resemblance to the king i once was "

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INFORMATION LOG

DATE January 26
TIME Evening
LOCATION Party 
PURPOSE Vale made me

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PERSONAL LOG

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JOY
CALM
SURE
KEEN

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DESPAIR
FURIOUS
DOUBT
AFRAID

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WRITTEN REPORT

I didn't know what to do. Vale made me go. Well, she didn't make me, per se. But she had been rather aggressive when she started talking about Valentine's Day events with the various groups around us. I'd never even celebrated the day dedicated to St. Valentine, mostly because I'd never had a reason to. It didn't make me sad and I'm not - and wasn't - upset about it. I have a wonderful night of watching the musicals that play on the glowing machine and some burnt cake planned and I intend to be incredibly pleased with the night. I'm not looking for any sort of partner. Things like there were... complicated and bring me more grief than joy to talk about or approach. But so much has changed and we have lost so much. I just figured I could at least attend this to make Vale happy. Just this, I told myself. Just this. It was one night. Well, with all the events, maybe several nights. In any case, I went to the party, that's what I'm getting at. I went to the party because, while I may be able to survive a bullet wound and being knocked off a ship, I don't think I could survive the wrath of my sister if I don't find someone I at least like.

When I arrived, I immediately stood off to the side. I could already hear Vale asking questions about why I didn't approach anyone and why I wasted a perfectly good night. She would roll her eyes and I wouldn't hear the end of it. So I knew I had to talk to someone. There were already a few people in conversation, but then I saw a man that seemed to want to be there just as much as I did. So, without much hesitation, I approached with what I hoped was a polite expression and spoke, "Hello, my name's Clarence Aston. I'm from Elysium. Well, not from Elysium, I'm from London but I live- well, you understand-" Why did I talk so much? This is why I don't talk to anyone at parties. I always say far too much. God, I hope Vale doesn't read this.

"It seemed to me you look about as enthusiastic as I am to be here, so I thought I'd at least say hello. My sister will be rather cross if I tell her I came and didn't at least try to make a friend," I tried to force out a laugh at this, although I couldn't help but wince at how bitter my tone was. I don't ever mean to be upset with Vale but... well, given our differences, I suppose it's only reasonable that we fall into disagreements now and again. Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have spoken to a man. I should've found a woman. She would be far less critical of that. Maybe I shouldn't tell her about any of this at all. Avoid the questions. Then again, she always gets what she wants. She'll get the information in the end, I'm an awful liar. I've only survived this far with half truths and willing ignorance. I feel as though I'm writing in circles. Whatever the case, I'll finish writing this entry. God, just please don't let Vale find it.   

//[member=3448]A. MORGAN[/member] just wanted to clarify he's talking to arthur if that isn't clear!

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