Dear Journal,
PLEASE somebody give me some kind of sign or hint on how to remove the collar and avoid punishment!!! I'd wear anything else; iron, flaming wood, lingere, but not LEATHER!!!
Make it go away...

{Uh oh, she cracked...}

Current Mood: *shudders*

Dear Journal,
Oh, sweet Oz...Enslavement. Who is this Louis de Pointe du Lac? I can barely pronounce his name. Probably a good thing that I have to call him Master. Wait, what's this collar made of? 
Leather.
Oh, please let this...curse...end soon. I hate wearing this thing. Do you still get punished if your master orders you to remove your collar? Best appeal to this new master. 
Where are you?

Current Mood: Just Get it Over With

OH SWEET OZ SWEET OZ SWEET OZ-!!!

-Literally faints-

{Elphaba felt low on self-esteem, despite your well-founded efforts, went shopping, and came out wearing the dress from the following link. She just saw herself in the mirror. :)
http://cgi.ebay.com/New-gorgeous-Electric-Green-Cocktail-Dress-size-10_W0QQitemZ160092726955QQihZ006QQcategoryZ55578QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem}

Current Mood: Is that really me?!

Dear Journal,
I've been sitting in my room, doing noting (It's starting to become a past time), and thinking about old conversations with people. People here are so different from Oz! Apart from no Animals, which I'm still getting over, people have called me...pretty. Vash did it first, then Balthier a day or so ago. Most people run away from me because they think I'm hideous. Why would so many people lie like this?
Or are they not lying?

Current Mood: Pensive

Dear Journal,
There goes Amestris. Didn't actually see it. Ed was happy, but I think he was one of few. Seeing one person get to go home for a little while made all the rest of us more homesick.
At least I am.

Current Mood: Homesick

Dear Journal,
It's absurd. The ship makes a stop somewhere and everybody leaps for joy like all of their wildest dreams have come true. It's not like we can truly leave. I can see why Ed thinks it's so great; It's his home, and there's no place like home, but I honestly can't think of living anywhere but Oz.

Current Mood: Bored...

Dear Journal,
I had to eat. I couldn't stay in my room forever. Curse human limitations...
Still insanely depressed. I want to go home...

Current Mood: Agonizingly Depressed

Dear Journal,
My head hurts. And I feel like I’ve been screaming nonstop. What’s going on?
Mayura isn’t in the other bed. Most of her stuff is there, though. I see a baseball with fake eyelashes and a pink wig displayed ceremoniously on her pillow.
Has something happened to her? Is the Ship cursed again, causing people to go missing? I grab the head and run to the only other person who usually notices what I say two doors down.
“AKAKO!” I try to shout, my voice hoarse. “Something’s happened to Mayura!”
She turns to look at me slowly. “What did you call me?” she says menacingly.
“Akako…” I repeat. “Mayura’s in trouble…”
“Well, I’m glad that whole ‘Glinda’ mess is over,” she shrugged indifferently. She stands up on her bed and begins to rip strips of sticky tape off of the ceiling.
“Sweet Oz…” I breathed. Mayura, bound and gagged, waved slightly from the ceiling, her eyes shining excitedly with the experience of being hog tied.
“Akako, what was Mayura doing tied to the ceiling?!” I try to exclaim again, pained by my inexplicably sore throat.
“It was for her own good, believe me.” Akako said as she pulled more tape off and Mayura’s legs were freed.
“Her own good? What?” This was so confusing. Akako probably did this because Mayura was getting on her nerves, and she would attack her if she continued. But then why was Mayura being let down now, with me here?
Akako stopped, leaving Mayura half freed. “So you don’t remember anything from the past two days?” I stopped. Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember what happened.
“Today’s Monday, isn’t it?” I asked hopefully.
“Thursday,” Akako continues to peel tape off of Mayura, tactfully freeing her neck and pulling out the gag before the final strip across her stomach.
“Alphabetabaga, are you better now?” she asks. “It was so cool! Like one fushigi mystery after another! A fushigi marathon!”
“Better?” I turned to Akako. “Was I sick?”
“That’s one adjective that could be used to describe your sorry mortal state. I think insane is more like it.” She pulled the last strip of tape, and Mayura fell to the floor rather roughly.
“You called me Dorothy and Akako was Glinda, and you were pulling on my feet and Akako hit you with a broom, and I broke a hole in the floor!” Mayura rattled off proudly.
“The Wicked Witch of the West was on board.” Akako said. “and Elphaba was nowhere to be found.”
I gaped at them. Mayura smiled and nodded her head furiously. Akako stared at me coldly.
“How many did I hurt?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“Technically, only Pinky suffered physical pain. You threatened me a lot, and I was forced to make sure you didn’t kill anybody, plus Mello and Light are probably pretty ticked.”
Luriane help me. This is the last time I break the rules.

Current Mood: Apologetic

Dear Journal,
Glinda thinks that she can protect Dorothy by keeping her in a room forever, but I’ll find some way in.
They can’t hide from me, the Wicked Witch of the West, forever.

Current Mood: Plotting

Dear Journal,
I almost had them, I was so close!
I found that wretched girl on this pirate ship. She was just lying on a bed in her cabin, reading some idiotic magazine, kicking her feet in the air with Nessa’s shoes on them, glittering red in the low light.
“YOU!” I shouted at her. She looked up, surprised and scared. “GIVE ME THOSE SHOES!”
“Alphabetagae, what’s wrong? Why do you want my shoes!” She tried to lie to me, but I saw through it. I ran at her, desperate to pry those shoes off of her undeserving feet.
“Ow! Ow! Alpbabetaba, what are you doing to my feet!” the girl cried out, but I kept pulling. Suddenly, someone hit me on the head with my broomstick. Hard.
“Elphaba, I know you hate Pinky as much as I do, but is this really necessary?” Glinda said, ridiculously twirling my broomstick like a baton.
“Glinda! Give me my broomstick back!” I tried to snatch it from her delicate hands, but she pulled it out of reach.
“Glinda? Like in the idiotic mortal movie? Ho ho ho, there is nothing good about me.”
“Glinda, give it back or I kill the girl!” I grabbed the miserable girl and pulled her to her feet beside be.
“You’re asking for it,” Glinda shrugged. “Pinky, duck.”
Glinda hit me again (I’ll get her for that!) and the world went black.

Current Mood: Frustrated