(( As it was before mentioned, this is all completely OOC, do not attempt to use such intimate information to meta game, its not a nice thing :). I do this purely out of sharpening my creative skills and give you all some reading entertainment enjoy!))
WARNING: Some content may be considered Graphic and violent, be advised.
:: The writing is a neat and elegant fashion of cursive, seeming to be written from a feathered pen.::
Date is a follows, Twenty-seventh day of October, in the year of 1879.
I will be cataloging the events of tonight's procedure into sessions as I progress further into the experimentation.
STAGE ONE:
My dear friend Johnathan has so graciously volunteered himself to become my guinea pig for tonight's experiments. If not for him I would have been forced to sedate one of my kind to participate in such a task I shall be performing under tonight's moon. And that is just an unpleasant task for someone of my esteemed status to do. But anyways on to more important matters. The subject arrived at the scheduled time of Midnight, cliche I know, but what can I say, I am a victim of the night. He greeted me in his usual fashion of embracing my forearm. Such strange customs foreigners of the west carry with them to the Americas. I proceeded to explain to him the nature of tonight's experiment and the potential break through it could provide for the kindred world. Of course I fluffed it up to him and masked the true reason as to why I was doing this, no one can know of my sick and demented passenger whose thirst I enjoy sating. But for the purpose of accurate and concise logs, I shall explain my true intentions. I wish to test the brinks at which the supernatural mind and brain's threshold can endure before breaking and withering at extreme measures. I will be testing these questions through the means of lobotomy as well as the means of supernatural tools that I possess within my arsenal.
Now that is out of the way, on to the event. Once the small talk was finished I led Johnathan to an abandoned asylum that I once had the pleasure of visiting before it was condemned. They were underway to fantastic human breakthroughs at the time, too bad the social status quo deemed it 'inhumane' and 'monstrous torture'. I thought it only fitting that I perform experiments that could lead to similar breakthroughs within these halls, a tribute to its past glory one could say. I found a room fitting of my needs; it encompassed a surgical table complete with thick leather and chain straps, many instruments upon which I could toy with at my whim, a spacious room, and that oh so dark and cliche atmosphere I very much enjoy. I henceforth instructed Johnathan to lay upon the table so as I can fasten and harness him firmly, for both mine and his 'safety' alike, of course. For this circumstance, I had no reason nor desire to render him into a torpor, after all, how can I witness the effects it could bring forth? Once that was accomplished I began my experiments.Added (14-Oct-2013, 3:09 AM)
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STAGE TWO: two hours elapsed between the first stage.
Theinfamous Ice pick, my colleague Dr. Freeman, showed me just
how extravagant the uses of this fine tool could be. I grabbed two of
them told Johnathan to star up to the ceiling and not to move. He was hesitant
and scared, but it was natural for the subject to undergo such emotions during
this time, but I reassured him everything to be fine. He obeyed and began to
stare up. I then lifted his left eye lid and with my free hand pushed the ice
pick behind his eye, be careful not to dislodge the eye itself. My aim was to
transect the white tissue connecting the cortical tissue of the prefrontal
cortex. But first I had to get past the bone. It was relatively easy to do with
a sharpened pick and little be of force, was I heard that sickening crack and
felt Johnathan volt from the pain, I knew that the bone was no longer an issue.
But what did become an issue though was Johnathan himself, he began to regret
volunteering for this, but I was not going to stop now, I have come too far to
stop. And so I began to talk to him, reassuring him the safety of this
procedure, telling him that if a human can survive this, a vampire can most
assuredly endure it easily. He was still tense, but offered no more rebellion
for now. I continued on with the process, moving the ice pick into various
degrees and severing part of the brain as intended. He began to yelp once more,
this time I simply ignored him and repeated this process on the other
eye, after all he is tied down securely, I was safe.
Bothof the ice picks had performed their job now. Johnathan laid there with dull
emotions and writhing in pain, a pained zombie as it were for now. The lobotomy
was a success and it did as I thought it would do. But how long would such a
thing last on a vampire? So I waited a while and studied him. For the first
hour he seemed dull, calmed and complacent, void of any sign of his usual
madness he outwardly showed. I began to carry a casual conversation with him as
I sat and enjoyed the midnight moonlight from a window. He was... Normal...
Actually normal. But something expected happened... The subject began to lose
control of himself, the pain beginning to get to him. His vampiric incisors
protruded from his mouth and his eyes began to evolve into
the bestial frenzied gaze. I began to work quickly to to prevent this
from happening. I mustn't allow him to halt the work that needs to be done to
properly observe. And so I used my supernatural prowess to dull his emotions,
or so I thought I did... But it was ineffectual. he began to rattle the chains
and break the leather straps. I must prepare myself for what is to come....
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:: The writing is messy and fast, blood dropletsscattered along the page ::
STAGE THREE: Thirty minutes elapsed.
He's dead, I killed him... I had to kill him! He ruined my experiments, hethreatened my own well being, he had to be ended!! Then why.. why do they chase
me! Why are they coming for me! He was the guinea pig, not me, not I!! I was
the doctor, I was the practitioner... But they want me... They want my brain,
my mind... They demand the experiment be completed at all costs. The men, the
white coats, they chase me with my own surgical tools. I escaped them, I am
hiding from them. They cannot find me, I will not allow them to find me! I must
remain intact if I am to continue with my works.... I can hear them.. They are
laughing, inviting me to play. I must not be enticed by their friendly
voices for they only wish to capture me and do with me as i have done to all my
victims. Wait... I can hear him, Johnathan!! But I killed him, I swear I killed
him! The voice grow louder, the clanking of the boots rattling the
floorboard grow nearer, I must remain calm, I must not be fo--- :: The journal
entry halts there with a line scrapping down the page as it was moved or taken
in mid word structure::
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::The writing is sloppy and fast, but void of any signof blood.::
STAGE FOUR: One hour elapsed.
Their gone, the doctors are finally gone. I am free at last from them.They tried to toy, but I would not let them, they attempted to kill, but I
would not let them, they wanted to break me, but I did not falter. I will not
falter. I must go, must leave this place before they return with more force. I
shall never return to this asylum, for if I do, my life will surely be forfeit.
I will record the results of what have transpired this night, what little
success I can procure from this failure will be essential for further testing.
Now i must wear my mask once more and save face from the others. I must find
an alibi so Johnathans ash is not on my hands. No one can know of my
sick and demented passenger whose thirst I enjoy sating. :: The
journal entry halts there::
