Oml. I've been so on/off PPC I can't even remember half the original series (but hey! makes for good re-reading.)

Anyway, I'm gonna try and make a resolution to myself - I need to write more often, and I'm too lazy to even try without a significant amount of pressure, so I'm going to re-join here and at least try to be active.

I also may have started a lil plotbunny I found under my bed, and I wanted to share the totally un-beta'd, mostly not re-read start, just for kicks. Opinions and concrit are totally appreciated:

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“Do you have any last words?” Agent Ceka repeated the words with the quick, distant tone that signified how many times she had said them. They were quite overused, she thought. Maybe she’d change them up next mission.
The ‘Sue standing in front of her shook her head briefly, but reached into her pocket with shaking hands. Ceka stepped forward, ready to slap any weapon out of the girl’s hand. However, she came up with a small, black tablet which looked like it had taken a beating. Letting out a sigh, the girl handed it to Ceka, who stared at it with something akin to malice.
“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not bombed or anything. Just, after you kill me, read it. Please.” The girl smiled sadly. “Promise me.”
Taken aback by the cliché-ness, Ceka nodded. “Um, sure?”
“Thanks.”
The ‘Sue submitted willingly to being pushed through a portal into an uninhabited planet’s atmosphere. Ceka immediately portalled back to HQ and plopped down on the floor near her TARDIS’s console. She flipped the tablet open, onto a notes page called ‘Journal’. Curious, Ceka clicked on entry number one.

Journal Entry #1
April 9th

The first time I took a breath, people were already shunning me. At the first sight of me, people turned and hid their faces, murmuring prayers for the poor family that now had to take care of me.
Why? Because of my hair color. I understand them, I truly do. If I had been normal, I would have condoned this treatment, ignored others like me.
I am an ordinary brunette. However, it’s the one streak of pink that defines me. It is my curse, the curse of the Mary Sues. The people who are defined in every way by the actions of the people who first traveled into books.
My name is Alyna Chase, and I am destined for fandoms: my doom, my despair. I shall be transported into the main character’s path, become something ordinary people detest, and eventually be discovered and subsequently killed by a convenient Hunter, or an Agent, or something of that type.
I’ve got no choice. It’s rather like the Hunger Games, except you’re chosen as a Tribute even before you’re born. It’s in your genetics. Some clever person way back when devised a way to tell ‘Sues from the rest of the people. They did something, altered the genetics of the ‘Sues back then. Now, every one of us is born with a pink streak on the left side of our head. Then we know we have anywhere from minutes to one hundred years to live before we’re transported into a story.
I’m nineteen, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be transported soon. Yesterday, I found a scar I had no idea I had on the palm of my hand. It was shaped like a star. I wonder if I’m destined for Harry Potter. A mysteeeerious girl with a mysteeeerious scar on her hand; maybe she survived the Avada Kedavra curse too. Probably too good of an idea to be true for the average fanfiction writer.
I figured I might as well make a journal of my expeditions in whatever canon I find myself in, so here we are. Maybe whoever kills me will find this and realize that some ‘Sues are innocent. I realize most do love their job of messing up canon, but it is true that some would much rather be normal.
Maybe they’d be more careful of who they hurt.
-Alyna Chase

Ceka was… intrigued. There was a small moment of hesitation, then she tapped on Journal Entry #2.

Journal Entry #2
July 19th

A couple month’s break, and I’m officially ready to start a daily log. Sorta. I’ll try.
Nothing much has happened since Entry #1, except for the start of summer break. However, my instinct is basically screaming that I’ll be transported soon. After a bit of research, I determined some other scar-related fandoms. One of them is Eragon. Unfortunately, my scar matches those of ‘Dragon Riders’ in that particular fandom. Now I’ve got two suspect fandoms for my Suedom. Great.
I’ve been contemplating putting together a backpack of supplies. My theory is this: if I keep that backpack on my person at all times, I may be able to somehow ‘cheat’ it into the canon. Maybe find a way to break myself out with the supplies in there.
The thing I want to bring most, though, is this tablet, for reasons that probably should be obvious.
Wow, I just had an extremely weird thought. At this point in time, my reader(s?) definitely know whether this made it into the canon or not… while I’m here wondering about it. I suppose I’ll know the answer at the time that you’re reading this but right now… ugh, I’m confusing myself. I’d better sign off before you get too bored.
I’ll try to get some more interesting tidbits next entry.
-Alyna Chase