Dear Jou-

Hel-

For now I have endured Miketsukan for an entire month. My condolences to the Warden for resetting my mental clock with his announcement- much as it grated my patience.

My time here has not been filled with the unspeakable agony I was preparing myself for… of the opposition in fact; I’m almost enjoying my stay here. An entire month now has passed without food. I am a strong survivor; but I must regrettably owe this in thanks to the people I have met here. Who made this life less of the hell is should have been. It’s taken me off track, but

I really don’t know how to address-

It’s a shame that-

I really do suck at this thing-

...

(the page erupts into a bunch of scribbles followed for a series of long complicated equations; either featuring the letter W or variables of some sort.)

BEHAVIORAL STUDIES:

1 month has passed.
I have uncovered a great amount of data for the inmates I have met here. Throughout the weeks I have tested them, observed their strengths, weaknesses; thoughts, feelings.
Each result more interesting than the last

CONCLUDED ANALYSIS OF CELLBLOCK M-014A

INMATE1:
Subject 1, I have come to know as the Jashinist Hidan.

Platinum haired, slightly taller above average, pupils within the unusual purple side of the light spectrum, who possesses a short fuse and even shorter vocabulary- unless, prompted otherwise.
He has responded favorably in every test I have given him. I had expected through all our encounters to make a quick enemy of the man, but surprisingly it feels as though he does not oppose my company.

His weapon of choice appears to be blunt objects or anything of considerable size; as I have witnessed him lift two considerably weighted items of wood on separate accounts.
Other than that, notable traits consist of his tendency to curse and his obsessive passion towards his faith I have come to know as Jashinism.

On the social habitual side of the scale, he is apparently very adamant about his bonding with the youngest Sabaaku sibling known as Gaara. Pity as I seem to have taken a liking to-
that is I fancy-
have an affinit-

...

INMATE2:

Inmate 2 I have come to know best is Umino Iruka.
I have no idea how long, but Iruka seems to have inhabited Miketsukan even before my own arrival. Past conversations have confirmed he once was a teacher; his crime to earn his keep here I can only speculate was a poor decision under harsh circumstance… for no one like him could possibly have warranted lifetime in prison for anything more.
No real traits of strength or threatening behaviors. On the outside he stammers, locks up, and reacts rather weakly to the brutal forms of reality… Something tells me, however, if the situation called for it… some form of true strength is there. This is all merely speculation of course.
Incredibly generous and unjudgemental, Iruka seems to have charmed the rest of the prison to protect him. That perhaps makes him the strongest of us all.

Notable features:
Brown hair, dark eyes,
Scar across the middle region above the nasal cavity of his face
Has a fondness for the koi pond and it seems.. plants

Note:
I owe much to this man. This I MUST remember. If there is one thing I can not allow myself to forget it is that I shall not harm this individual.
Never the less, people of his attitude and humility is dangerous to my progress in my developments. Either that… or I fear to become a danger to him.


END OF ANALYSIS-

I have people left to find.

LEE
ITACHI
SASUKE



OBSERVATIONS:
-INK
-ICE
-SAND
-PAPER?
-EXPLOSIVE?


Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno...They'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name! Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno...
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!
~Billy Talent

Prison life really isn’t all that different from the outside world. Here in fact people seem a little more honest with themselves, they don’t wear masks like the others did. If they dislike you, they will say so, if they want something they’ll just take it. It’s simple and honest; I can almost trust it.

I watched the TV today; I tried to search for my rebel groups who I can’t seem to remember. Perhaps I erased their faces for a reason? So far the news has found nothing on them- even if they tried to cover it up the story would be too huge to be completely ignored by the media. No news is good news though, right? My crime is still fresh, I expect they’ll be speaking about the murder details more publicly in a few weeks. I watched a hospital have an accident and have to transfer all its patient’s to another I once worked at. not that I haven’t been at nearly all of them at least once! All of those dying people, and I would have had to save them. For once I can stare at the faces of injured nobodies and not feel compelled to do something about it. It’s… an interesting feeling.

Other than a bit of a decent meal and better attire, the only thing I’ve yet to miss from the outside is music. I don’t understand why jails never put on a bit of a tune to play to us, it’s been scientifically proven that certain types of music can calm people down; and in a land of degenerate convicts, the warden might benefit from a little queued relaxation.

Even right now I can play a song lyric to probably any situation. These lyrics in particular have been the most prominent

Bent at the knees, a last resort,
Backfired and made things worse…
Jury and judge were screaming to hang…
It had to end right now

Maybe if I can steal the damn remote I can get the guards to place the channel on a music station…