InsaneJournal

Current mood:	frustrated
Entry tags:	asgard, hacking, jazz, leadership, lucifer, niflheim, personal reflection, plotting, sal, spying, wesker

Tears Not Shed Burn Holes


As far as I’m concerned, I can turn Sal into human confetti. He doesn’t scare me, he doesn’t threaten me, he’s just irritating. And graceless. But I think I mentioned that already. I’m going to humor him for a while at least until I can get his angle. Whenever Sal is up to anything it is always no good. And admittedly, he could be a real thorn in my side if I don’t handle him correctly. Maybe I can get something out of this.

I just have to remember to be a convincing actress. He’s crude, but he’s not dumb. Besides, I won’t think it will be hard to pretend that I am feeling mean and out of sorts. You know?

As for Jazz…I was so incredibly angry with him. I still can’t believe he had the audacity to eavesdrop after all his blather about respecting privacy during my first hacking lesson. And then he offered to kill Wesker. Kill him! Obviously Jazz does not understand. He doesn’t understand at all. What if I offered to kill his traitorous Third?

But I can’t seem to stay mad at the big hunk of junk. If it’s manipulation, then it’s kind of working. At least, I am able to set this incident aside. I cannot really afford to be at odds with Jazz. He is too valuable a resource, what with the hacking lessons and what we’re about to push as far as structure here in Niflheim. Not to mention all the intelligence he gathered from Asgard. I got kicked out before he did, so he’s got to have additional useful information.

From now on though, I will be storing my information on a drive physically separated from the equipment I use to interface with the comm system. There is no possible way anybody can hack that. They’d have to come steal it from me.

And Lucifer! What the fuck was with that snarky ass post that put Sal on a fucking pedestal? What is he trying to get at? He of all people should know that good work takes time. And I KNOW THAT HE KNOWS exactly what I’m up to most of the time, so what the fuck? Give me some fucking space to do what I do best. Cock-ass.

Did I mention that I hate myself? A lot? I feel…empty. Hollowed out like a gourd. What is left of me?

Gods, and I’m being Super Fantastic EMO on top of everything else. JESUSFUCK. Snap out of it, girl!

I think I will start sending out the tendrils of mass manipulation soon. I can still pull this off.