Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Massy's Nice

Would be nicer if I haven't spotted three guys tailing us already.  My dad has been looking out for guys in black suits with guns; one of them fit the description, but we threw him off pretty easy.  Fisk isn't really trying that hard, lately.  What's keeping him so occupied?  I'm getting a little worried; even beurocrats can get things done, as my dad will attest to.  The other two...they were what worried me.  One of them was about my age.  Hell, they could've been a classmate, even.  The other was old enough to be my grandfather.  Could barely even move without a cane.

I don't think they were especially concerned with being seen; after all, it's not like He can't send more, right?  No, he just wanted to get into my head.  I think that's a good sign, since he wouldn't be getting in my head if I wasn't onto something.  We checked out Plymouth Rock, and got some nice photos.  I'm a little worried about what we'll see in them, but they're not digital so I've got at least a week to wait.  Until then, we're going out to eat.

I swear to God, the next person who predicts I'm from the deep south before I actually talk to them is getting stabbed with a butter knife, and that's NOT a joke.

Anyways...any places of interest, guys?  I don't know much about this state's history.

-The Meteorologist

Saturday, March 26, 2011

School seems so insignificant, ever since all of this started.  But I'm sure you'll all be happy to know I made it through my midterms with flying colors.  You'll all be pleased to know that my parents are celebrating with a road trip.  I'm thinking that we're gonna go to Massachusetts.  Who knows?  Maybe I can find out if He came over on the Mayflower, so to speak.  I don't even know what good it'll do anymore, but...goddammit, there's gotta be something I can do to help here.  We're dropping like flies, and I've sat on the sidelines long enough.

I guess if I can find out how he got here, I can...I don't know, send him back?  Shit, I'm not sure.  But with how little we know, finding out more won't hurt us that much.  Ava and Reach said his influence is especially strong in Ireland, but I can't imagine why; Europe seems like the obvious answer to me.  And I don't think Irish immigrants came here until long after the Mayflower.  Fuck if I know, I always hated history before the 1900s.  I'm much more at home with science and math.

We're heading out in a few days.  I should be able to keep you guys up to date, but who even knows what we'll find out here.  I guess I've been taking Tony's advice, because I had my parents look around for some martial arts classes.  Nothing yet, but we're checking it out.  Who knows?  Maybe there's some ancient martial art that was made to kill Him, or drive Him off.

That's not too much to hope for, right?

-The Meteorologist

Saturday, March 19, 2011


Well, New York was fun.  Not a single thing to see or speak of when I was there, but it was fun.  I took that bag with me; my dad knows about it, but he thinks it's some guy that Fisk didn't like.  I don't quite have the heart to tell him what's really going on yet, but I'll have to.  Though I will admit, a person can find just about ANYTHING in New York.  That place was amazing, and I do not regret my trip in the slightest.  I do, however, regret the work I have to make up now.  I spent all this time just getting up to date, but I finally managed it.  God, this weekend is going to be ALL relaxation.

I've been thinking about this bone, and what it must mean.  Obviously we know that he's been around a long time; even if this thing came from the first colonist, that was no time at all ago to him.  But I'm still curious when he first came HERE.  For a while, the stories were all from Germany, maybe a few in Egypt.  He spent a lot of his time in the Eastern Hemisphere, and I don't remember ANY stories before the internet came out.  Maybe that's because Fisk has been doing his job, but who knows.  What I DO know is that this bone couldn't have been younger than a hundred years when I dug it up.  It almost FEELS ancient.  I've almost finished this semester, and my teachers know me well enough; if I bail out immediately after the finals, I don't think any one of them is going to hold a grudge.  For the next few weeks, I'll REALLY be on the sidelines, hopefully doing what I can along the way.  But don't expect me to be running back into the woods any time soon.

Things have been pretty quiet up to now, but I've been keeping up with Ava.  Something tells me Redlight is waiting to see if that pans out, before he gets any more pulled into this.  I...God, there's really nothing I can say to her now.  All I can say is that EVERYONE has their skeletons, and as soon as she's up and about, a little bit of a discussion may be in order.  We've spent a long time elevating each other, forgetting that most of us are barely old enough to lease a house, let alone stop Him.  But it's about time we start remembering that we're not flawless.  Redlight's been trying to get to us by saying our "heroes" aren't so flawless.  If we're gonna want to keep any form of integrity, we're going to need to dump our dirty laundry before he has a chance to do it FOR us.  He'll find a way to turn it into something MUCH worse than it is, I'm sure.

Remember, guys.  There's no such thing as a hero.  Just people who do what needs to be done, whether they want to or not.

-The Meteorologist

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Heading for New York

Would it surprise any of you to hear that I met a Proxy at that internet cafe?  No?  Me neither.  I had been watching the doorway and the consoles for some time, just to make sure.  I was there 3 hours and I drank 5 cups of chai tea.  Normally, I love the stuff, love it to death.  But drinking cold chai tea is pretty nasty.  It goes down hard, and all the herbs feel like they're fighting against you.  It's like liquid PAIN.  But I soldiered through, to make sure that I was up to date, and to make sure nothing was going to catch me by surprise.

The proxy tried to sneak his way towards me, probably so he could ask for my console and then mug me outside or something, but I was having none of that.  Crowded place or not, I'm not going to take that shit.  So I screamed "THIEF!" at the top of my lungs, and tossed the newest cup of chai tea at him.  To those curious?  Chai tea is usually steeped at just below boiling; 210 degrees.  Compared to coffee, a mere 185.  That guy couldn't do anything but scream as I headed outside, and I hope he's spending a night in a cell.  That'll teach Him to underestimate me.

Of course, my dad was busy with his own business, and he was uncharactaristically stoic about it.  I think that he's starting to get serious about this, too.  I hope so, because New York may very well be the worst place to go hunting for Slendy.  There are literally HUNDREDS of places I'm going to have to scrounge through.  It could be weeks before I cover everything, and I STILL need to get back home before too long.

But New York feels like the right place to start.  It feels like he would have liked it there, when he first came over.  I'll just have to go look in Chinatown or something, I guess.

-The Meteorologist

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Hey guys.  Sorry for my egregious lack of posting, but I had to take some time off to think; and one has a lot to think ABOUT when they're holding a bag filled the the remnants of a body that has to be at least a hundred years dead, don't they?  Yeah, thought so.  So I've been trying to get through school, which has been surprisingly uneventful; not even another spy from Fisk?  Now I'm getting worried he's just trying that much harder.

Anyways, I've got spring break this week.  That means that, once I've talked to my father some, and we've discussed the shit we're going to need, we're going on a road trip.  Yes, to those curious, he still has NO idea about the truly heinous shit.  All he knows is that I've been wanting to do some research on the guys chasing us, and whatever they're looking for.  He thinks if we find it first we can bargain for our lives.  I think if we find it we'll lose our lives even FASTER.

I'm trying to think of places where we've got weird shit happening.  Places with REALLY bad reputations.  Slendy can make people lose large chunks of time; could he replace them with other things?  Roswell has been known for having incredibly high rates of 'abductions', and I'll be damned if those Greys don't remind me of Him.  But that one doesn't quite feel right.  It would almost be TOO easy.

Nevertheless, I'll be heading north this time.  We're checking out the original 13 colonies; with any luck, we can try to find which state he actually piggybacked his way here from.  I doubt it will help much, but the more we know, the more easily we can fight.  And knowing how he got over here could certainly help us send him back.

I'll be trying to keep constant tabs on what's going on.  For now, I think I'm just going to go wait until my dad gets home, and see if he isn't adverse to using up some of his saved up vacation time.  Stay strong, people.  We know he's out there, but we don't know what he's gearing up for.  It can't be anything good.

-The Meteorologist