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Day 1

Finally got this journal today and figured I’d go ahead and start filling it up. Don’t want any future adventures I have to go untold lol J Now, where do I begin though? I’ve never kept a journal before. Guess I’ll just leave some stuff about myself for now. Here goes…

What all would anyone who finds this need to know? Oh! My name haha. That’s Amaka LeRoe J I turned 18 earlier this year, January 24 to be exact. Would they need to know what I look like? Wouldn’t hurt lol. I’m a rabbit with mostly blue fur. There’s a small white spot on my chest though. Right between the boobs lol. My hair is fiery red and long… all the way down to my thighs! J I pull it into a braided ponytail when I work, so it doesn’t get in the way. Other times, I just let it flow freely. It takes A LOT of work to keep tidy, but I feel like it’s worth it J

Let’s see… oh! Guess I should jot down what I do. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m kind of a thief. It’s the only way I can get by with any dignity in this shithole of a town. Because of my mom, no one will hire me for any honest work. I need a way out of here. There’s only so many times Jonah takes no for an answer, and I’m afraid I’m at that limit with him.

About Jonah, he’s a shark. Literally he’s a shark that works as a shark! He makes me feel like an ant when he stands next to me. I swear he’s 8 feet tall! Of course, that may just be my perception from my 5 foot self (okay, 5 foot 1 inch) and he has to at least double my 125 pounds! He’s tall, muscular, and mean as a, well, shark! He’s been trying all year to rope me into his little “brothel”. He’s gone as far as threatening to hurt my mom, who’s worked at that place since she was my age! And my last heist? He figured out somehow what I was up to and had the cops waiting for me! GRRRRRRR! He pisses me off!

On top of all of this, he’s started threatening to have all my younger sisters raped, so the only thing they could do when they came of age was work at his brothel. He helped this shithole of a city pass a “morality” law that, if a female has sexual relations with anyone without being married, regardless of whether it was consensual, then it was illegal to hire them for “real” jobs. The brothel isn’t considered a “real” thing so he can get away with forcing young women to work for him.

He has the police in his pocket too! The one time I tried issuing a complaint against him, I WAS THE ONE ARRESTED! FOR FUCKING DEFAMATION! Because my complaints “damaged his good, honest reputation”, I WAS THROWN IN JAIL FOR SIX GODDAMN MONTHS! I’m sick of this place! I wish I either had a good lead on some good loot that was worth selling everything to get to, or someone who can take me away from here forever would do just that.


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