Journal Entry 1
#2 of London Org.
Based off a D&D campaign I played, set in 1920's London, the entries come from the point of view of Baylor Stoneridge. An anthropomorphic Buffalo who has the power to amplify the feelings of others and allow others to get a taste of his emotions with the slightest touch.
Hello to whoever it may concern, this is Baylor reporting in on how my week one went. So far, I haven't found a reason to enjoy my life in here. I wake up,Report to L, The panther guy who I am pretty sure is in charge, attempt to look professional, run around the facility that I cannot leave. I have been given a psychiatrist of my own. His name is Haven and honestly, it has not been easy opening up to him. All he really knows about me is that I can control my emotions and the emotions of others. I spent 3 years in a university studying to be a psychiatrist. Some dream goal eh? Anywho, I'm writing on this godforsaken typewriter since Haven asked me to try and help with my welcoming experience I have received, though my experience hasnt been all too welcoming. I've been avoiding my duties and responsibilities if I can manage to get away from them due to my anxiety that one touch could be the end for some poor mans life. The neverending nerves and anxiety I cope with are exhausting, taking the last of the energy I could afford to give away.
I arrived at this place called London Org. less than 48 hours ago. This place is an organization of others like me who deal with what I call curses of anthromanity. Here at London Org, we are investigators; searching around the world for things that normal everyday police officials do not, or better yet, cannot handle. My best guess for why I arrived here is to help with exactly that, though at this time, I am here training and learning how to keep my emotions tame.
Haven has me working on control; controlling my thoughts and feelings and keeping a grip on my emotions. I'm running tests on myself, using a trainer as my unfortunate experiment. I feel as though I am getting nowhere fast; struggling to find my confidence in myself to control and focus myself. My Trainer is not afraid of me though, he is working with me keeping me stable and such to not frighten me. I'm worried that I will cripple him, using his feelings against him. It is not like it has not happened before.
This god damn typewriter.
I had a life back home in the states. I had an extraordinary job, an extraordinary house, an extraordinary partner, but I lost that. I lost almost all I had except for the job. It took me a few months to get back on my feet, after the accident, I have had trouble with keeping my emotional state calm and collected.
I lost my partner in an argument he and I got into. I hate to talk about it but I do feel it is better out than holding back these emotions and feelings of regret. It arose with him angry at my work hours, upset with me for staying at the office with a patient for too long, thought I was having an affair. He never really understood my job, I would never even think of committing such things to inflict these feelings of hurt and pain on him. I loved him, I really did. He was all I ever cared about, and we weren't accepted in our city, but not a single person knew about us as far as we knew. He attempted to place his hand on my shoulders, his cheeks already stained with tears and he was hit with an instant burst of emotions, more than he was able to handle. He began to hyperventilate, followed by him not being able to breathe. I'm not entirely able to control myself in stressful situations and upon my panic, I held him causing my feelings to rush his thoughts. He didn't die peacefully, That is one thing I can never forgive myself for. I used what little money I could bring in to host a funeral. Only a couple of people showed up and such, but I was the only one to hold on. His cause of death wasn't murder like it should have been, I would have taken full responsibility. They claimed he died of suffocation.