[MPC 106X/83A] Here we are, once again (Complete)
Jun 10, 2023 4:55:59 GMT
Post by Kai Aizawa on Jun 10, 2023 4:55:59 GMT
MPC Name: Wild Card/ Dear Diary
MPC Number: 106X/83A
Reward Requested: Bits!
"May 4th:
Dear Diary, my one true confident, my confession booth, my only true place I can be honest, human, where I can feel safe to trade my imperviousness for vulnerability for a moment. Where the title of Princess can't apply to me and I have no expectations to try to live up to, a place where I can bleed out my stress, anxiety, fears, all without burdening those who need me. Most girls my age think about getting a pedicure or going out shopping for some form of relaxation, something clearly self indulging. However I am rarely able to enjoy such in my life thanks to how it was lived with all the high expectations thrust on me and my foolish mistakes of meeting and surpassing them.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and be a dumb kid, or really just live like any kid, instead of a high class politician's kid. Whenever someone felt jealous of me, I honestly wanted to throw up as I had nothing worth envying. I was isolated, unloved, and running from stressful challenge to stressful challenge trying to make a pair of emotionally distant, self centered, greedy, entitled, arrogant, upper class bigots who couldn't see anything if it didn't serve them feel any sense of pride about me that wasn't as fake as their words or breasts. Anyways, speaking of my parents, for the third year in a row they have finally remembered my birthday, that is something.
Ever since I turned on my father and exposed his crimes of embezzlement, abuse of power, corruption, bribery of both taking and accepting, and a whole list of shameful acts that made his mother sick even after she disowned him for sins he committed in the past; Grandmother never speaks of what exactly he did but from what I gathered at the few family events I went to over the years, it wasn't one thing but a series of events that brought shame to the family so bad he got exiled. Glad to know he was kinder in the past though, relieves a lot of fear that there is a nature aspect to him and his toxic ways aren't genetic. However he is definitely a more attentive parent now that he is in prison, but his ways haven't changed too much. Every year, on my birthday, he sends me a letter in the mail. Usually a very scathing letter but he has been gaining assets in prison. I knew he might, the first year was just a series of death threats, last year he sent me a box of severed dolls and asked if that family picture looked familiar.
This year however he got extremely creepy and sent me a series of photos... of myself. All taken from various distances and location, no two the same. I already turned the letter and photos into the authorities and they're looking into who might have been working for my father, but he is definitely relentless. He's becoming... obsessed. He'll never reclaim his former glory and has nothing to do but fall into the dark filth he once spat on, with the only goal being revenge or perhaps the murder of his sole child. Honestly he's a pitiful man and from what I heard, he's not long to live either with no chance of parole.
On the other hand, my mother, she managed to escape prison thanks to a severe lack of Mens Rhea in anything she was involved with, and in all honestly she was more often throwing money around then trying to nab it. She bailed on my father and me the first chance she got, and she tried once again to pick up her gold digger ways. She blew through all the cash she managed to protect in less then a season, a hundred and fifty billion yen. She might've gotten more if she didn't abandon my father and take the allocated severance stated in the Pre-nup, but hey, more money for me once all was said and done. A lot of my fathers acts were well passed the statute of limitations or had no party to repay so by the end there was still plenty to be made after all the unnecessary arts and assets were sold, and legally I didn't have to give her a yen as she also disowned me on top of everything. Not gonna lie I wish her leaving hurt, I wanted to be able to cry out for my mother, but I couldn't... I felt more when I watched the maid who raised me die because my father wouldn't help cover her medical bill, I felt more when I lost my first pencil then my own mother.
After she left, she wanted to start over but after fifteen years of being with my father and having a kid on top of that, she wasn't the same looker, especially when she couldn't keep up her normal lifestyle or know how to manage it for while and she hit the ground hard when she was broke not even a few months later and homeless, until she wound up working for a minimum wage job as a waitress before bouncing between numerous jobs, her standards slowly lowering as she kept trying to seduce anyone with a modicum of wealth. She always tries calling me on my birthday to complain about her life, how she lives with six roommates and doesn't even have her own bed let alone private room among other things. she is still so bad with money. Honestly how she avoids a reality check escapes me. Last year she said she was finally getting what she deserved by marrying a foreign millionaire from the states, only for me to see her on the news as this fraud got arrested with her weeping. Honestly best birthday present I ever received.
This year she outdid herself with the best present as she failed to try to sue me, with a letter from a well known firm. I took the letter and went to the office as the wording and handwriting was more in line with her own, and the lawyer was flushed embarrassed. Upon some quick due diligence he figured out how my mother could've gotten his stationary and turns out he employed a cleaning company my mother worked for and used the chance to steal it. He let me shadow him for the day in regards to handling my mother and a few other cases, my mother's employer obviously first reported and sent proof, and the cleaning company was on edge with fear as normally they vet employees for high profile stuff but my mother apparently was a desperate situation type and things turned out in the worst, he managed to talk them into a refund for the month and half off the next with the promise of no further actions. As for my mother... well... charges of impersonation, illegitimately claiming to be a lawyer, theft, and other things set her even further back. Still was the best day of my life as I got to get some hands on experience with legal affairs for once, everyone in Mock Court Club will be so jealous!
Afterwards Grandmother had a surprise waiting for me as soon as I got home, she sent me a few gifts. A beautiful kimono, body pillow, and even an electric bike. I loved the first two, third one, I am honestly mixed on as it is useful but I don't really know how often I can use it, but all the same I still sent a nice letter to my grandmother thanking her for her generosity.
I still remember my sixteenth birthday, the first one she spent with me. It was a few months into my separation where she asked about a few days prior, and was absolutely shocked that I never mentioned it without any significance. See I never celebrated it growing up as my parents either could never be bothered or forgot about it, it genuinely surprised me in school to learn people celebrated their birthdays with parties and events as I believed that was just a TV thing. Though in retrospect I recall my parents celebrating their own, but they were always childfree parties. I did go to a few other kids though, mostly when my parents wanted to network.
When Grandmother learned that, she literally dropped the phone and ran to the first flight out to Tokyo! My Grandfather had to finish the call and it was awkward as he can't speak and forgot sign language doesn't carry over. Grandmother basically showed up on my birthday and took me out for a spa day, got me a nice dress before dinner at one of the most elegant and fancy restaurants in Tokyo. Apparently she came a few days ahead to talk with old friends to see if she could network a reservation to trade, before taking in a play. Apparently that didn't help my relationship with my cousins but Grandmother says that the difference is they were spoiled too much while I cannot be as I earn everything I get with hard work. In that regard I am almost grateful for the way I was raised, focusing on hard work to get what I want rather then demand it.
I still don't tell my peers though, or even my partnered Digimon. The former was due to the fact that I never had a celebration to brag about or invite others too, and my birthday was always an awkward time as apparently lots of people made plans to watch some space wizard movies or something. Originally I thought it was just an elaborate excuse but it was an actual genuine event that coincided with my birthday. Honestly no one ever really asked either despite how social I was either.
As for the Digimon... much like me peers I don't always like to announce thigs as opportunities rarely come up and I don't want to come off as shallow. Besides, I secretly don't also want them to know I am scared of birthday parties cause they make me the center of attention just for me and not any accomplishments or deeds I can deflect focus onto...
Luckily I can easily deflect or distract them for a day, usually put on a movie and have my Fusion Loader face it and go out and they didn't notice. Maybe I can do that again next year...
Well thanks for hearing me out again, my one true confidant.
Sincerely
Kai Aizawa."
May 5th:
Kai was in the Shower at the time, unaware that while she was, her Xros Partners were snooping and found her hiding place for her diary, to which Tera read aloud the full entry for the previous day. "Holy Digicore, this literally took up four pages, single spaced!" Tera said using her Holosuit to better read the book. "Well she's gonna kill you either way." Solarmon commented but Mach was more interested in something else. "We're not letting her off easy next year are we?" Mach said from inside the Fusion Loader as he and Sarge were too large for the apartment.
"Oh definitely." Tera said with a smirk.
WC: 1875
MPC Number: 106X/83A
Reward Requested: Bits!
"May 4th:
Dear Diary, my one true confident, my confession booth, my only true place I can be honest, human, where I can feel safe to trade my imperviousness for vulnerability for a moment. Where the title of Princess can't apply to me and I have no expectations to try to live up to, a place where I can bleed out my stress, anxiety, fears, all without burdening those who need me. Most girls my age think about getting a pedicure or going out shopping for some form of relaxation, something clearly self indulging. However I am rarely able to enjoy such in my life thanks to how it was lived with all the high expectations thrust on me and my foolish mistakes of meeting and surpassing them.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and be a dumb kid, or really just live like any kid, instead of a high class politician's kid. Whenever someone felt jealous of me, I honestly wanted to throw up as I had nothing worth envying. I was isolated, unloved, and running from stressful challenge to stressful challenge trying to make a pair of emotionally distant, self centered, greedy, entitled, arrogant, upper class bigots who couldn't see anything if it didn't serve them feel any sense of pride about me that wasn't as fake as their words or breasts. Anyways, speaking of my parents, for the third year in a row they have finally remembered my birthday, that is something.
Ever since I turned on my father and exposed his crimes of embezzlement, abuse of power, corruption, bribery of both taking and accepting, and a whole list of shameful acts that made his mother sick even after she disowned him for sins he committed in the past; Grandmother never speaks of what exactly he did but from what I gathered at the few family events I went to over the years, it wasn't one thing but a series of events that brought shame to the family so bad he got exiled. Glad to know he was kinder in the past though, relieves a lot of fear that there is a nature aspect to him and his toxic ways aren't genetic. However he is definitely a more attentive parent now that he is in prison, but his ways haven't changed too much. Every year, on my birthday, he sends me a letter in the mail. Usually a very scathing letter but he has been gaining assets in prison. I knew he might, the first year was just a series of death threats, last year he sent me a box of severed dolls and asked if that family picture looked familiar.
This year however he got extremely creepy and sent me a series of photos... of myself. All taken from various distances and location, no two the same. I already turned the letter and photos into the authorities and they're looking into who might have been working for my father, but he is definitely relentless. He's becoming... obsessed. He'll never reclaim his former glory and has nothing to do but fall into the dark filth he once spat on, with the only goal being revenge or perhaps the murder of his sole child. Honestly he's a pitiful man and from what I heard, he's not long to live either with no chance of parole.
On the other hand, my mother, she managed to escape prison thanks to a severe lack of Mens Rhea in anything she was involved with, and in all honestly she was more often throwing money around then trying to nab it. She bailed on my father and me the first chance she got, and she tried once again to pick up her gold digger ways. She blew through all the cash she managed to protect in less then a season, a hundred and fifty billion yen. She might've gotten more if she didn't abandon my father and take the allocated severance stated in the Pre-nup, but hey, more money for me once all was said and done. A lot of my fathers acts were well passed the statute of limitations or had no party to repay so by the end there was still plenty to be made after all the unnecessary arts and assets were sold, and legally I didn't have to give her a yen as she also disowned me on top of everything. Not gonna lie I wish her leaving hurt, I wanted to be able to cry out for my mother, but I couldn't... I felt more when I watched the maid who raised me die because my father wouldn't help cover her medical bill, I felt more when I lost my first pencil then my own mother.
After she left, she wanted to start over but after fifteen years of being with my father and having a kid on top of that, she wasn't the same looker, especially when she couldn't keep up her normal lifestyle or know how to manage it for while and she hit the ground hard when she was broke not even a few months later and homeless, until she wound up working for a minimum wage job as a waitress before bouncing between numerous jobs, her standards slowly lowering as she kept trying to seduce anyone with a modicum of wealth. She always tries calling me on my birthday to complain about her life, how she lives with six roommates and doesn't even have her own bed let alone private room among other things. she is still so bad with money. Honestly how she avoids a reality check escapes me. Last year she said she was finally getting what she deserved by marrying a foreign millionaire from the states, only for me to see her on the news as this fraud got arrested with her weeping. Honestly best birthday present I ever received.
This year she outdid herself with the best present as she failed to try to sue me, with a letter from a well known firm. I took the letter and went to the office as the wording and handwriting was more in line with her own, and the lawyer was flushed embarrassed. Upon some quick due diligence he figured out how my mother could've gotten his stationary and turns out he employed a cleaning company my mother worked for and used the chance to steal it. He let me shadow him for the day in regards to handling my mother and a few other cases, my mother's employer obviously first reported and sent proof, and the cleaning company was on edge with fear as normally they vet employees for high profile stuff but my mother apparently was a desperate situation type and things turned out in the worst, he managed to talk them into a refund for the month and half off the next with the promise of no further actions. As for my mother... well... charges of impersonation, illegitimately claiming to be a lawyer, theft, and other things set her even further back. Still was the best day of my life as I got to get some hands on experience with legal affairs for once, everyone in Mock Court Club will be so jealous!
Afterwards Grandmother had a surprise waiting for me as soon as I got home, she sent me a few gifts. A beautiful kimono, body pillow, and even an electric bike. I loved the first two, third one, I am honestly mixed on as it is useful but I don't really know how often I can use it, but all the same I still sent a nice letter to my grandmother thanking her for her generosity.
I still remember my sixteenth birthday, the first one she spent with me. It was a few months into my separation where she asked about a few days prior, and was absolutely shocked that I never mentioned it without any significance. See I never celebrated it growing up as my parents either could never be bothered or forgot about it, it genuinely surprised me in school to learn people celebrated their birthdays with parties and events as I believed that was just a TV thing. Though in retrospect I recall my parents celebrating their own, but they were always childfree parties. I did go to a few other kids though, mostly when my parents wanted to network.
When Grandmother learned that, she literally dropped the phone and ran to the first flight out to Tokyo! My Grandfather had to finish the call and it was awkward as he can't speak and forgot sign language doesn't carry over. Grandmother basically showed up on my birthday and took me out for a spa day, got me a nice dress before dinner at one of the most elegant and fancy restaurants in Tokyo. Apparently she came a few days ahead to talk with old friends to see if she could network a reservation to trade, before taking in a play. Apparently that didn't help my relationship with my cousins but Grandmother says that the difference is they were spoiled too much while I cannot be as I earn everything I get with hard work. In that regard I am almost grateful for the way I was raised, focusing on hard work to get what I want rather then demand it.
I still don't tell my peers though, or even my partnered Digimon. The former was due to the fact that I never had a celebration to brag about or invite others too, and my birthday was always an awkward time as apparently lots of people made plans to watch some space wizard movies or something. Originally I thought it was just an elaborate excuse but it was an actual genuine event that coincided with my birthday. Honestly no one ever really asked either despite how social I was either.
As for the Digimon... much like me peers I don't always like to announce thigs as opportunities rarely come up and I don't want to come off as shallow. Besides, I secretly don't also want them to know I am scared of birthday parties cause they make me the center of attention just for me and not any accomplishments or deeds I can deflect focus onto...
Luckily I can easily deflect or distract them for a day, usually put on a movie and have my Fusion Loader face it and go out and they didn't notice. Maybe I can do that again next year...
Well thanks for hearing me out again, my one true confidant.
Sincerely
Kai Aizawa."
May 5th:
Kai was in the Shower at the time, unaware that while she was, her Xros Partners were snooping and found her hiding place for her diary, to which Tera read aloud the full entry for the previous day. "Holy Digicore, this literally took up four pages, single spaced!" Tera said using her Holosuit to better read the book. "Well she's gonna kill you either way." Solarmon commented but Mach was more interested in something else. "We're not letting her off easy next year are we?" Mach said from inside the Fusion Loader as he and Sarge were too large for the apartment.
"Oh definitely." Tera said with a smirk.
WC: 1875
