Lucky And The Search For Friends.

[Entry is written in sloppy, almost incomprehensible writing. There are many spelling mistakes prevalent]

May 27 2015

If, you're wondering why this entry is so messy, it’s cause I don’t have my computer at time of writing this. Forced to improvise and try actually using the pen for it’s intended purpose. Writing with your mouth is hard, but I'm trying to use my wings to direct the pen a little bit. It’s sorta working, but using one's wings independently is very hard (as I have come to learn).

Gonna keep this entry short, so I’ll just sum up today. Got my supplies, but there are two problems, and that being that I can’t get the supplies to my room, cause ya know. . . stairs, and I am forced to carry significantly less supplies than I originally wanted. here’s a quick list:

-2 bottles of water, and one brita water filter.

-3 bags of packaged peanuts

-1 bag dried fruit (yucky, but very long lasting)

-2 boxes of crackers

-1 on the road puzzle book (I don’t know why I have this, there never any good)

-1 map of Calgary (something's messing with cell phones at the moment, cause I found one, but none of the features really worked. then it died cause I found it in the lost and found, and it had almost no power)

-7 packages of instant noodles

-1 box of ice cream sandwiches.

I'm probably pretty lucky that I even got this much, considering I don’t actually really know my way to the grocery store. That sounds pathetic but I never really did much of the grocery shopping, Sam did that, or I begged asked my parents if I could come over for dinner.

Sam’s my room mate if you're wondering, he’s a cool guy, probably won't take the news that I'm a gender flipped pony too badly. Pretty sure he’s a druggy though (not a hard core one, just a casual one, he usually insists if I call him out on this) so he’s probably seen weirder. I hope he’s okay.

Heading to mom and dad's place a little further north west now. They probably have a better idea of what's going on than I do, and they have a garden, which means fresh food! Hope they don’t mind that there son is now a mare. Bah I'm sure they won’t, It’s as they say parents love ya unconditionally.

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Had to eat all the ice cream sandwiches on the road. They were starting to melt. My stomach now hurts. Why did I decide to bring them along?

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Lucas decided that the dark was actually a very scary thing. Before, back then, in the time long passed (4-5 days passed), the dark was inviting, comforting, exciting. Back then, when it was dark, it meant mystery, places to be under the cloak and guise of the shadowy night. It meant an end to activity, a time to simply kick back, relax, and let the worries of the day go. It meant it was time to sleep, and to lose yourself in the lucid and imaginative dream scape.

Now all it seemed to say was danger. A coyote lurking in a back alleyway, a timid bunny rabbit, hiding in a small bush, now the eyes of a murderer waiting to strike. Night meant a loss of sight. no sight meant one was usually in trouble. A horrible cycle of second guesses, and thirds, and fourths. Day was little better. Day was suppose to be busy, to be active, to be noisy. Day was were all that energy one saves well sleeping gets put to use, and where all the tension that was building up over it’s course, was released by the calming blanket of night.

The world used to be so simple. Day was busy and eventful. Night was silent and relaxing. Now the night was a smothering blanket, and the day was the feeble gasps of a drowning man.

Of course Lucas couldn't really put this feeling into so many words. All She felt was that the day and night, were a lot different than they used to be.

she shifted a little, trying to find a better position under her makeshift blanket of leaves and branches. She still hadn't seen another person (or pony, who’s to say she was- is the only pony around), and aside from a few stray animals here and there, hadn't really seen much life at all. Lucas sighed, and pouted, and threw a slight huff, under the blanket. Where was everyone, and why wasn't she invited?

She found herself humming a song he had always rather liked. It was made by a band called fall out boy. It felt rather appropriate given the circumstances.

“Whoa, where did the party go. Were ending it on the phone. . . I'm not gonna go home alone. . .” She turned her gaze towards the moon. No stars in the sky made it rather easy to locate. A barren sky with a lone beacon shining in the darkness. Why did it feel so appropriate?

“Whoa. . . where did the. . . party go.”

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May 28 2015

Dear Journal

Getting pretty close to my parents house now. Been eating mostly peanuts. Took some clothes from a nearby clothing store as well, I guess I robbed it technically, but there doesn't seem to be anyone around to argue that I robbed it, so point to team I borrowed them without permission. Nothing too fancy mind you, just a simple hoody, in case it gets chilly, and some socks to pull over my hooves, which is rather hard to do with only your teeth, especially your back hooves. The socks main purpose was mostly to keep my hooves somewhat protected from the elements, which hasn't been a problem so far, but was a bit worrying to think about. Thought about getting a zip up hoody, but went with an oversized pull on, cause it’s a lot quicker. No pants cause. . . er. . . well no one is around to see me wear no pants right? Besides, what if I need to go to the bathroom really quickly, taking off pants (especially with a tail to deal with as well) would take too long. Probably. Okay I will admit I'm carrying around a pair of pants, but that's only so I can wear them when I'm in front of my parents, for civilities sake. Not because i do in fact feel ever so slightly, really embarrassed without pants.

. . . I basically gave the game away didn't I. You didn't see anything journal! This stays strictly between you and me!

Anyway's, last night I slept outside. It is not something I plan on doing again. Still I did have a lot of time to think, alongside the not sleeping, and the desperately trying to fall asleep. I have come to the realization that in the event of an apocalypse, the first thing ya tell your folks is not “Oh by the way, your son is now not only girl, but he’s also a different species entirely, have fun!”, and then expect things to go swimmingly. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that until things settle down, I will use a fake name and personality when interacting with my parents. when I am around them, I will be known as Fleur Van Hoenheim, a recent immigrant from Germany, who is completely straight faced, and to the point, and they will never suspect a thing!

Other than that, found a gas station with the door unlocked! I plan on bunkering down in it for the night. I probably would have been back to my parents house today, but trotting is still slow going (I am getting better though!), and the neighbourhoods have wild animals running about, and I would rather not antagonize them.

Here's hoping I get lucky tonight, and not get eaten by coyotes.

Fleur Van Hoenheim (Lucas)

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Distant howling echoed all around her. Lucas looked out of the window, and watched the night sky, more specifically the moon, partly as a calming exercise, partly out of surprise. The coyotes were never that vocal before. At Least she thinks they weren't. Do coyotes even howl? If they don’t then the howling was probably a (bad) sign that wolves were moving in.

Lucas shifted a little under her actual blanket (a fire blanket she stole/took from the back), and happily made to munch on the remains of a bag of dill flavoured chips she had, rather violently, forced open. She took a quick swig from a (surprisingly not that very, but still) warm bottle of iced tea, using only her mouth, and sat the bottle back down. She calmly flipped the page of her dollar store romance novel (the little rack of magazines and cheap books finally held a point), illuminated by the light of a cheap flash light, and read on. she made another quick glance at the makeshift barricade in front of the door, just to make sure it was still there. It was. She gave another happy little grin.

Lucas may have had his gender changed, she may have had her species changed, and she may or may not be in the middle of a species ending apocalypse at the moment. But sometimes she could be pretty lucky.

Not always, but sometimes was good enough for her. She turned the page.

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