Day SIXTY EIGHT : Day SIXTY NINE : It's raining bullets!

Day Sixty Eight : March 11, 2010 : Thursday

Me and Rafe walked around the streets. I noticed that when other people look or glance at him, he looks almost like he's offended or something. Offended in a I'm-going-to-punch-yer-face way. Which would look attractive to some girls, I'm sure, but looks terrifying to me.

He's pretty hard core around here, I think. He knows a lot of people, and most of them treat him with respect. When he introduces me to his Venusian pals, they grin at me like I'm some little boy. I find it very annoying. And most of the males here have really beefy arms. I have a slightly above average build, so I scowl at all their arms. Not that I'm envious, or anything. I'm sure they can't play the lyre.

So this day was mostly spent in the pleasant companionship of my fellow male specimen. It's so comfortable... And fun. I love boyish tomfoolery. It's liberating, almost like I'm back in Apollo... Only the Eastern part, though. We call that region that "The Black East". It's because the guys there are like this gangster pack thing. Sort of how Venus is.

Day Sixty Nine : March 12, 2010 : Friday

I wanted to spend my last day in Venus with pure happiness, but I guess fate hates me and all.
Rafe's team (The ones he introduced to me, apparently) were attacked by this other team of Wisterias. They were enemies in terms of turfs and pride and reputation and something else I can't remember right now.
We were all laughing merrily at some joke uttered in the neolithic times, when it started raining bullets and...loud sounds of bullets.

It was like war. It was so cool. Everybody began running and things and Rafe told me to duck because I was just sitting there like an idiot. I ducked and when I looked again everyone was no where to be found. Well, Rafe was still there to keep me company, I guess.
He explained to me that they were off to kill each other and I said I wanted to help. He turned down my generous offer, that cunt. I don't usually offer to get killed, you know. That was a rare occasion.
Fortunately for me, my persistence paid off and he allowed me to join him hunt down their enemies and watch him shoot their heads off their bodies. Of course, he told me to stick by him at all times and not to shoot anyone even though he gave me a gun. What was the use of the gun if I couldn't shoot anyone?

I was being very philosophical at the time, and ended up thinking of shooting an enemy down. SO I did shoot someone when Rafe said he was an enemy... After that people kept shooting at me and Rafe punched me and yelled at me for being so estupido. I blame myself too, because I just gave away our secret place and fixed my place in their list of people to kill.
AFter that, because it terrified me, I never shot anyone again and Rafe did all the shooting... It made him look so cool. I wonder if I looked cool shooting down that one enemy. Well, I do remember smiling when I was doing it. Damn. I probably looked like a maniac. No wonder they wanted to kill me.
I'm so carelessly reckless, no matter how redundant that may seem.

I raced to the space port and Rafe and two of his buddies guarded it so that I could get the hell out of Venus alive. I trusted them. I felt safe. They feel comfortable and happy... even though they're the bad guys and their enemy are the good guys. Heh.