a journal bound in leather fine

it's winter here '-) it's cold, windy, rainy, and... *sneeze*
and the dream-born thingy won't leave me alone.
characters getting themselves names? how about codenames?
he is Matrix. the only surviving subject of a military experiment gone terribly wrong - or terribly right. the last word of mind-bending technique in the honed body of a soldier. rusty green eyes. custom-made shades. denim and leather. he's brilliant, and immoral, and paranoid, and loyal... *pet*
and he's prowling around here, lacking but claws to shred the "Play with him" line.
what would he do to a person who called him a 'poor child'?
off you run, boy...
in all that story one - 1 - man is sane, and even he has his doubts.
maybe it will just walk away, eh?..

Tags: good idea, story
mood: calm
sound: Picnic - The inquisitor