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Lisa Blankenship's InsaneJournal:
| Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 | |
| 1:51 pm | Private Message to Sean Hi Sean, I just wanted to thank you for your understanding last night. Would you like to have dinner with me? There's some things about my situation I'd like to discuss, and I also want to give you the chance to learn more about the real me. I'll be at Circean Delight this evening, so if you'd like to join me, please stop by. Lisa |
| Sunday, June 7th, 2009 | |
| 4:06 pm | Private Entry: 9:00 AM, January 6, 2010 Damn. I can still hear the sirens, and I still smell the blood. I thought that would end after last night. I turned myself in to Sean, and told him and Molly and Chelsea my secrets. So far only the three of them and Reverend Prather know my true identity, and Sean recommends we keep it that way as much as possible for my own safety, although I think he's planning on bringing one or two more in on the secret; he didn't tell me who. I trust Sean, and I believe he'll help me as much as he can, but I think the trust he once had in me has died. That's what hurts the most. All in all, last night went a lot better than I could ever have hoped for. I was afraid Molly and Chelsea wouldn't want to speak to me again, but they've both forgiven me and are very supportive. Sean has placed me under arrest, but he's leaving me free on my own recognizance as long as we're on the ship and I don't give him reason to believe I'm a danger to anybody (and Lord knows I'm not). I'm supposed to keep someone with me at all times, or at least be in a public place, which is probably good advice anyway considering all the disappearances and the murder that happened a couple of nights ago. I think Chelsea's a little mad at Sean for arresting me, but I know he was just doing what he thought best. He could just as easily have had me locked up. Sean has the briefcase with all the money, Lisa's gun, and the fake ID. I don't know what he's going to do with them, but I pray he'll keep them safe. If we ever get back home, I'll need that stuff as evidence if I'm to have any chance of being acquitted. Sean seems to think there is a good chance I'll be acquitted of the embezzlement, but he's not so sure about the murder charges. Actually, I don't think Sean himself is convinced it was self-defense. After I turned the gun over to him, it occurred to me that I never loaded the gun, so that means someone else's fingerprints must be on the bullets in the magazine, probably Lisa's. That might help prove that I didn't just pull a gun and shoot Allen and Lisa. I should probably mention that to Sean the next time I get a chance, but I didn't want to mention it last night because Molly was pretty upset from just thinking about guns and violence. Poor girl; that kind of stuff is very upsetting to her. I slept a lot better last night than I have since "the incident". It seems like a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulders, and my conscience isn't bothering me much anymore. The fear isn't gone, but it's changed: whereas before I felt like I was in a constant state of panic and paranoia, now it's more like a dull dread. I'm dreading what my life will be like once we get home, if we get home, and the uncertainty is hard to bear. The disappearances and the murder are scary too, but somehow that fear seems less real, almost like something out of a dream. I guess it's just because I don't really understand the situation we're in. People are saying we're lost in the Bermuda Triangle, or that aliens are messing with us, or that it's some kind of government conspiracy. I never really believed in any of that stuff, but something weird is going on, and I don't have a clue what it is. Now if I could just get those sirens and that blood smell out of my head. |
| Tuesday, May 19th, 2009 | |
| 11:29 am | Private Message to Sean, Molly, and Chelsea Hey everybody, There's something we need to discuss privately. Can you all meet with me in my room after the big ship-wide meeting tonight? |
| Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 | |
| 2:14 pm | Private Message to Savannah Hi Savannah, Just checking to make sure you're doing OK. I heard you were staying with Molly, but I haven't seen you for several days, so I was just wondering. If you need anything, let me know. I probably won't be in my room, though; for safety purposes, I've been spending nights with a girl named Chelsea, who I understand you've met but don't get along with. You can always contact me through the journal system if you don't want to come to her room. |
| Friday, April 24th, 2009 | |
| 5:25 pm | Private Message to Micah I checked with Chelsea, and she's OK with you stopping by. |
| 2:38 am | Private message to Chelsea Hi Chelsea, Micah, the guy who helped you and Molly after the storm, has offered to stop by your room and check on us sometime during the night to make sure we're OK. I didn't want to accept his offer before talking to you. What do you think? |
| Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 | |
| 6:36 pm | Diary - Tuesday Morning, 12/29 (Private Entry) Another sleepless night. You'd think on a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic you'd be kind of cut off from the real world, and wouldn't have to be looking over your shoulder all the time, right? Wrong, apparently. To start my day off, I ran into Ronnie the security guard again. Not too bad, he doesn't seem to have a clue about me. But by the end of the day I was dancing with an FBI agent! Minutes before that, the FBI agent was talking to some severe-looking woman who was looking around the Cult of Dionysus and taking notes. Somebody jokingly suggested the woman was CIA. I don't believe that, but she very well could have been another FBI agent or some kind of security person. And then there was the fight. It happened shortly after I got to the Cult. CJ and some girl were arguing with each other, and then she slapped him, and then punched him. Sean (the FBI guy) intervened and stopped the fight, and within minutes the place was crawling with security guards. And there I was, being a witness to the whole thing. Plus I'd been talking to CJ earlier, and I think Sean at least thinks CJ is a friend of mine, even though I just met him the night before on the elevator. I was afraid I'd get dragged into the investigation, and they'd do a background check on me or something. Fortunately, it didn't come to that. Oh yeah, to top all that off, Samantha James is missing (she's that nice girl I met at dinner my first night on the ship). I offered to help Savannah look for her, but she said to not worry about it until tomorrow. Well, I am worried. About a lot of things. I'm a nervous wreck right now, and I feel trapped like a rat in a cage. So I came back to my room after the 20's night. As soon as I stepped in the room, there were, like, thousands of pairs of eyes looking at me. It really creeped me out, even though I know they were just reflections of my own eyes in all the mirrors... or were they? When I gave up on trying to get any sleep and went to take a shower this morning, I started wondering about all those mirrors. In the bathroom, even the ceiling is mirrored, although the ceiling in the bedroom isn't. Why would that be? So then I started thinking about those two-way mirrors, the kind where someone in a darkened room on the other side can watch you, and to you it just looks like a normal mirror. Maybe the mirrored ceilings in the bathroom are meant to give someone a good view of me while I'm naked. There might even be cameras. And then it occured to me that there could be hidden cameras behind any or all of the mirrors throughout the cabin. So now I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched whenever I'm in my room. On a happier note, I did meet some more nice people today. This girl named Molly came up and started talking to Savannah and me while we were at one of the pools. She seemed a little odd at first, because she kept speaking metaphorically. I found out later on that she's had some brain damage, and sometimes forgets things or has seizures. Despite that, she seems to have a good heart and more than her fair share of wisdom. I really like her. I also met a wonderful girl named Chelsea. She's in a wheelchair, and CJ almost knocked her over during the fight. I don't know what happened to put her in the wheelchair, but her legs were badly injured. I'm guessing a car accident. Anyway, she spent a lot of time with Molly and me at the 20's party. She came dressed as Charlie Chaplin! And later her girlfriend Ella joined the party. She seemed nice too, but I didn't get to talk to her very much. I think I'll head over to Cyamites and get on the internet for a while. I hope there's nobody else in their computer area. I'm dying to know what's going on back in Atlanta... Current Mood:  anxious |
| Monday, February 16th, 2009 | |
| 11:42 am | Samantha's Missing? Hey Savannah, CJ's journal said something about Samantha being missing. Is that true? Do you need any help looking for her? Current Mood:  worried |
| Thursday, January 29th, 2009 | |
| 11:55 pm | Diary - Sunday, 12/27 - P.S. (Private Entry) I got trapped on an elevator for an hour and a half tonight when the ship's power went out. On the plus side, I met a cute guy named CJ, and also Samantha's twin, Savannah. CJ's a musician, and he invited me to come to his room sometime (2221). I think I'll take him up on that. Also, the crew gave us a card for free meals and spa treatments for the rest of the cruise. Not a bad end to an otherwise scary day. |
| Sunday, January 25th, 2009 | |
| 2:46 am | Diary - Sunday, 12/27 (Private Entry) I've got to start being more careful. I had an encounter with a security guard today. He came running up next to me while I was out jogging, and started talking to me. I just assumed he was another passenger who wanted to flirt with me, but when he told me he was a security guard, I nearly panicked. As it turns out, he really was just flirting. The problem is, I mentioned I had been a cheerleader at the 2007 Orange Bowl, and I was wearing a U of L t-shirt, so it probably wouldn't be too hard for him to find out my real identity. There was no "Lisa Blankenship" on the squad. Hopefully he'll just find Becca's porno pics if he goes googling Louisville cheerleaders. Maybe that will distract him. |