Wednesday, 17 October 2012
An Appropriate Response
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!
The Great Wallet Heist
Some of you may have noticed that I have redesigned the layout of the Blog, if you haven't, open your eyes! Although being a Runner may occupy my legs most of the time, my hands are mostly free, hence this. It also serves to help keep my mind off the COSMIC ABOMINATIONS HUNTING ME!!!, a very pleasant distraction from that.
On to the thievery. I left the motel and headed into the main parts of the city, I was hungry so I decided to find a café so I could get some food before I robbed the place. I found one with a self service buffet-type deal, which is necessary as no one ever remembers my orders, and got some food. I payed the woman at the counter and sat at a table, eating my "meal" of a chocolate-chip muffin and coke.
I took this time to check up on my blog, deciding to pimp it out, give it a more personal feel, this is the result. After I was finished I popped the last bit of my muffin into my mouth and grabbing what remained of my coke I made my way to the bathroom. Emerging again to stand near the counter, I was looking at my phone to make me look like I was texting or some such, 'not' waiting for a chance to grab some cash. Although it probably didn't matter, people never take any notice of me anymore, as long as I'm not directly interfering with them -such as stealing their wallet.
The cash register was "heavily guarded" by a twenty-something year-old woman with short blonde hair. But then a better(or at least easier) opportunity came, a man left his wallet on the counter to reach for his ringing mobile-phone, I steeled myself, for once hoping that I'd be rapidly forgotten. I swooped in, discreetly swiping the wallet and slid around the man, walking swiftly out the door.
"Hey! You!" I'd been spotted.
I sprinted out, over the street and into the square across the way, careful timing allowing me to avoid being splattered by oncoming cars. The man emerged from the café, shouting after me, but the traffic wasn't so light for him and he was unable to pursue me across the road. I watched from the cobbled ground of the square, drinking from my bottle of coke, as a confused expression spread across his face. He reached to his back pocket, and failing to find what he sought, began to frisk his other pockets and coat.
"Where's my wallet?" he mouthed, turning and heading back into the café.
Huzzah! My first successful robbery. Maybe I'll try a bank next time. Or a train! That would be cool.
I searched the wallet, finding several dozen euro, a library card and a couple credit cards. He was wearing a business suit so I'm presuming he has a fair amount in his account. I'll try the airport tomorrow, fortunately people don't seem able to look at me properly so my age shouldn't be a problem when trying to buy a ticket.
Back at my motel for now, still no further sightings. I drank all my coke.
-Shady
On to the thievery. I left the motel and headed into the main parts of the city, I was hungry so I decided to find a café so I could get some food before I robbed the place. I found one with a self service buffet-type deal, which is necessary as no one ever remembers my orders, and got some food. I payed the woman at the counter and sat at a table, eating my "meal" of a chocolate-chip muffin and coke.
I took this time to check up on my blog, deciding to pimp it out, give it a more personal feel, this is the result. After I was finished I popped the last bit of my muffin into my mouth and grabbing what remained of my coke I made my way to the bathroom. Emerging again to stand near the counter, I was looking at my phone to make me look like I was texting or some such, 'not' waiting for a chance to grab some cash. Although it probably didn't matter, people never take any notice of me anymore, as long as I'm not directly interfering with them -such as stealing their wallet.
The cash register was "heavily guarded" by a twenty-something year-old woman with short blonde hair. But then a better(or at least easier) opportunity came, a man left his wallet on the counter to reach for his ringing mobile-phone, I steeled myself, for once hoping that I'd be rapidly forgotten. I swooped in, discreetly swiping the wallet and slid around the man, walking swiftly out the door.
"Hey! You!" I'd been spotted.
I sprinted out, over the street and into the square across the way, careful timing allowing me to avoid being splattered by oncoming cars. The man emerged from the café, shouting after me, but the traffic wasn't so light for him and he was unable to pursue me across the road. I watched from the cobbled ground of the square, drinking from my bottle of coke, as a confused expression spread across his face. He reached to his back pocket, and failing to find what he sought, began to frisk his other pockets and coat.
"Where's my wallet?" he mouthed, turning and heading back into the café.
Huzzah! My first successful robbery. Maybe I'll try a bank next time. Or a train! That would be cool.
I searched the wallet, finding several dozen euro, a library card and a couple credit cards. He was wearing a business suit so I'm presuming he has a fair amount in his account. I'll try the airport tomorrow, fortunately people don't seem able to look at me properly so my age shouldn't be a problem when trying to buy a ticket.
Back at my motel for now, still no further sightings. I drank all my coke.
-Shady
Thief with a Twist
Now that I'm a Runner, I need to run more. Or at least move a lot. I always need to either be moving, or sleeping so I can regain my energy for more moving, preferably at the same time (three cheers for public transport!). Ireland isn't the best place for this, it's small, so all I can really do is catch buses in circles around the island. What I need to do is get to mainland Europe, then I've got all of Europe, Asia and Africa to roam around without having to buy an expensive plane ticket, my money is after all in short supply.
Unfortunately, to get there, I need to buy an expensive plane ticket.
I don't know how much it costs to get a plane ticket to mainland Europe, I only need to get to the coast, or even just to Britain and then I can get across the channel, in any case I've only got a few hundred...€237 to be precise. I don't think that's enough to get a plane ticket, not a last minute one at least which I'd need if I didn't want my ticket to unravel before I even got on board.
I need a way to get some money. Stealing! The victim wouldn't remember me a few moments after I took the money. I'm like the Silence from Doctor Who, that's kinda awesome. And the money would slowly ravel its way back to the owner and they wouldn't even know they were stolen from. It's a win-win, I'd win 'cause I get extra money, and they'd win 'cause they wouldn't lose any. No harm, no foul. No consequences!
Now I just need an opportunity. Time to take a stroll and see what shops have left their cash registers momentarily unattended.
-Shady
Unfortunately, to get there, I need to buy an expensive plane ticket.
I don't know how much it costs to get a plane ticket to mainland Europe, I only need to get to the coast, or even just to Britain and then I can get across the channel, in any case I've only got a few hundred...€237 to be precise. I don't think that's enough to get a plane ticket, not a last minute one at least which I'd need if I didn't want my ticket to unravel before I even got on board.
I need a way to get some money. Stealing! The victim wouldn't remember me a few moments after I took the money. I'm like the Silence from Doctor Who, that's kinda awesome. And the money would slowly ravel its way back to the owner and they wouldn't even know they were stolen from. It's a win-win, I'd win 'cause I get extra money, and they'd win 'cause they wouldn't lose any. No harm, no foul. No consequences!
Now I just need an opportunity. Time to take a stroll and see what shops have left their cash registers momentarily unattended.
-Shady
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
I Believe the Term is 'Runner'
-Someone or something that runs. Duh.
Or, in this case: Someone who runs from Fears.
I now fall under this title. Mainly because I now run a lot. I run as far as I can for most of the day, getting whatever transport I can afford while still rationing what money I have. It's disappearing rapidly, both spending and unraveling, a couple of the stuff from my bag have already gone. I've also decided to start labeling my posts, in case there happens to be anyone searching the blogs for Runners to miraculously save and I miss out (-is that even how labels work?).
I'm not exactly at peek physical condition (all this running will help fix that) and I can't get very far everyday. At least not on foot. I bought a bus-ticket to Dublin, it wasn't an eventful journey, thank the Lord. I slept for most of the trip, public transport is my favourite place to sleep:
Or, in this case: Someone who runs from Fears.
I now fall under this title. Mainly because I now run a lot. I run as far as I can for most of the day, getting whatever transport I can afford while still rationing what money I have. It's disappearing rapidly, both spending and unraveling, a couple of the stuff from my bag have already gone. I've also decided to start labeling my posts, in case there happens to be anyone searching the blogs for Runners to miraculously save and I miss out (-is that even how labels work?).
I'm not exactly at peek physical condition (all this running will help fix that) and I can't get very far everyday. At least not on foot. I bought a bus-ticket to Dublin, it wasn't an eventful journey, thank the Lord. I slept for most of the trip, public transport is my favourite place to sleep:
- It's crowded, so if something creepy happens there will be plenty of warning, depending on creepiness - by screaming. This may awaken me if I'm asleep.
- It's one of the few crowded places it's socially acceptable to sleep. Even in my highly forgettable state I'd prefer not to raise any suspicion, trying to sleep in, say, a restaurant, may do this.
- I can move while sleeping at the same time. It's like an extension of my new occupation as 'Runner', I can stay on the run while sleeping, killing two Convocation-birds with one stone.
I'm now staying at a Dublin motel, no further sightings of abnormal entities (Hooded Stalker Freak, Slenderman, THE FROST, THE RIPPER etc.) but it'll be a long time before I can even begin to think that I may be able to perhaps relax...slightly.
How many are there out there? The Runners. How many people are running? Where are they? Do we have any hope?
-Shady
Monday, 15 October 2012
And So, the Mystery Continues
I ran. I took my bag and ran for it. Little hope to escape but maybe I can slow It down somehow, maybe if I can run far and fast enough THE HUNGERING will have to move to catch up. Just to slow down my inevitable demise. Maybe I can avert these plans S spoke of, I don't trust him, that doesn't mean I don't believe him, if THE HUNGERING does have plans as he said, then odds are they're not good, if there's a chance to stop them, then maybe I can go out of this world in some heroic fashion like an idiot.
I wasn't on the road 5 minutes before he appeared again. The Hooded Stalker Freak. I was running down the street when he collided with me, slamming me into a wall. I slumped down and he punched me square in the nose and blood immediately began pumping from it. I managed to scramble to my feet, swinging my bag at his head, it wasn't particularly hard but I managed to gather enough force to daze him for a moment. I sprinted down the path, as fast as my legs could carry me, grabbing a shirt from my bag as I ran and pushed it to my nose. But he was faster. He tackled me and I skid across the ground, scraping myself in multiple locations. I rolled over and started kicking and punching and flailing out at my attacker while he struck me several times in my chest and stomach. A kick landed in his face, sending him back upright, his hood falling back...
His face was just the sort of creepy shit I was expecting. His eyes were cut and ripped open, his cheeks mangled and burnt, and his mouth was stitched shut. His hair was scraggled and shockingly white. He gazed at my look of shock and horror with an expression that could be described as a smile at a stretch. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a long knife. I backed away, still on my back, as he walked calmly towards me.
Then things got creepier. My ears were filled with a screeching sound, like a broken radio, my vision was blurred over, segments of my eyesight blurring and spreading and shrinking across my field of vision. A twig snapped in a nearby lightly wooded area, somehow resounding over the piercing screech. A faceless visage gazed out of the trees.
- Slenderman - Pain - Blood - Trees - Running - FATHER - Thud!
I awoke in a ditch, covered in mud and blood, most, if not all, of the blood my own, a large wound ran down the side of my stomach, stitched up. My bag lay a small way away. I rose, retrieved it, and wandered from the scene. I bought a room at a nearby motel, the guy who gave me the key didn't give me a second glance, I just gave him some of my parents' money and he gave me the key, not questioning my age or why I was covered in blood. I guess being forgotten has its advantages. I "re-raveled" the short story to avoid time-lapsing and went to sleep. Whatever happened, a lot happened, and I was still exhausted.
No answers, more questions. Oh, joy.
-Shady
I wasn't on the road 5 minutes before he appeared again. The Hooded Stalker Freak. I was running down the street when he collided with me, slamming me into a wall. I slumped down and he punched me square in the nose and blood immediately began pumping from it. I managed to scramble to my feet, swinging my bag at his head, it wasn't particularly hard but I managed to gather enough force to daze him for a moment. I sprinted down the path, as fast as my legs could carry me, grabbing a shirt from my bag as I ran and pushed it to my nose. But he was faster. He tackled me and I skid across the ground, scraping myself in multiple locations. I rolled over and started kicking and punching and flailing out at my attacker while he struck me several times in my chest and stomach. A kick landed in his face, sending him back upright, his hood falling back...
His face was just the sort of creepy shit I was expecting. His eyes were cut and ripped open, his cheeks mangled and burnt, and his mouth was stitched shut. His hair was scraggled and shockingly white. He gazed at my look of shock and horror with an expression that could be described as a smile at a stretch. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a long knife. I backed away, still on my back, as he walked calmly towards me.
Then things got creepier. My ears were filled with a screeching sound, like a broken radio, my vision was blurred over, segments of my eyesight blurring and spreading and shrinking across my field of vision. A twig snapped in a nearby lightly wooded area, somehow resounding over the piercing screech. A faceless visage gazed out of the trees.
- Slenderman - Pain - Blood - Trees - Running - FATHER - Thud!
I awoke in a ditch, covered in mud and blood, most, if not all, of the blood my own, a large wound ran down the side of my stomach, stitched up. My bag lay a small way away. I rose, retrieved it, and wandered from the scene. I bought a room at a nearby motel, the guy who gave me the key didn't give me a second glance, I just gave him some of my parents' money and he gave me the key, not questioning my age or why I was covered in blood. I guess being forgotten has its advantages. I "re-raveled" the short story to avoid time-lapsing and went to sleep. Whatever happened, a lot happened, and I was still exhausted.
No answers, more questions. Oh, joy.
-Shady
Friday, 12 October 2012
Anachrophobia
-The fear of temporal displacement; from a Doctor Who novel of the same name.
That should explain why it is I did not post yesterday. Serious disorientation. Every hour, I skipped about two - four. Between them I was busy preparing for the running away. Every time my vision gets fucked up, everything going bright and blurry, I believe the term is "Seeing stars" but I don't think that gives it justice.
Imagine trying to find your way through a maze, a maze of those warped mirrors at fairs, lit by strobe-lighting! While being chased by Slenderman like one of those 'Slender' games! Pounding headache, blinding light, muscular...'giving up'. It wasn't like this yesterday, it's only getting worse. Every time it happens I grab my head and fall to the ground, my brain melting inside my skull and squeezing my eyes shut, opening them a few seconds/hours later.
I managed to stop it, thanks to Mr. Knight. I wrote a short story or poem kinda thing. I didn't think it would work but I did it anyway and I haven't Time-Lapsed in a few hours. It doesn't make THE HUNGERING back off, I don't think. I'd say it's more like: It's eating something that's regenerating itself. To get to me It has to get through everything I've ever done, if I create something It has to get through that to get to me, it gets erased but if I re-write it It has to eat it again and again. It's small, so it's already disappeared once, but that just means I can write it again quickly before anything drastic happens.
On to the preparing to leave, I've been preparing to leave. Packing up what little I have left in my rapidly shrinking life, grabbing some of my brothers clothes and as much money as I can find in the house (when everything I've ever done is erased all the stuff will return to their preset locations). You're probably thinking it won't matter, I can't run from THE HUNGERING, It's latched onto my mind and will stay there with me where ever I run.
That doesn't mean I can't try.
-Shady
That should explain why it is I did not post yesterday. Serious disorientation. Every hour, I skipped about two - four. Between them I was busy preparing for the running away. Every time my vision gets fucked up, everything going bright and blurry, I believe the term is "Seeing stars" but I don't think that gives it justice.
Imagine trying to find your way through a maze, a maze of those warped mirrors at fairs, lit by strobe-lighting! While being chased by Slenderman like one of those 'Slender' games! Pounding headache, blinding light, muscular...'giving up'. It wasn't like this yesterday, it's only getting worse. Every time it happens I grab my head and fall to the ground, my brain melting inside my skull and squeezing my eyes shut, opening them a few seconds/hours later.
I managed to stop it, thanks to Mr. Knight. I wrote a short story or poem kinda thing. I didn't think it would work but I did it anyway and I haven't Time-Lapsed in a few hours. It doesn't make THE HUNGERING back off, I don't think. I'd say it's more like: It's eating something that's regenerating itself. To get to me It has to get through everything I've ever done, if I create something It has to get through that to get to me, it gets erased but if I re-write it It has to eat it again and again. It's small, so it's already disappeared once, but that just means I can write it again quickly before anything drastic happens.
On to the preparing to leave, I've been preparing to leave. Packing up what little I have left in my rapidly shrinking life, grabbing some of my brothers clothes and as much money as I can find in the house (when everything I've ever done is erased all the stuff will return to their preset locations). You're probably thinking it won't matter, I can't run from THE HUNGERING, It's latched onto my mind and will stay there with me where ever I run.
That doesn't mean I can't try.
-Shady
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
A Cry For Help
...Am alive. Just thought you'd all like to know. I must have passed out from the cold, which is odd because I seam to have taken the time to sign off "-Shady" at the end. I woke up in my room, where I've been laying unable to move for the past couple of hours. I don't know what happened, how I went from being frozen to death by THE FROST to being in my empty, abandoned room. The floorboards highly uncomfortable on my back.
There isn't much point of this post. There isn't much that I can do. THE HUNGERING is unraveling me; the Slenderman is...well, kind of inactive lately; THE FROST only recently appeared only to disappear for no reason I can see; and the Hooded Stalker Freak, I haven't seen him since that day he ran off, he's probably 'S' so may still be contacting me; the suspected THE RIPPER hasn't done anything since it compelled me into the forest.
I have no hope of surviving all these Fears. I don't even have a hope against THE HUNGERING alone. My unraveling is inevitable, as far as I know. I've been searching for any hope against THE HUNGERING. Does anyone know how? Does anyone know of any hope? Anyway to escape the unraveling? Anyway to escape THE HUNGERING after my unraveling?
Should I run? Is there any point? Should I just lay on these uncomfortable floorboards and relish the fact I can still feel?
-Shady
There isn't much point of this post. There isn't much that I can do. THE HUNGERING is unraveling me; the Slenderman is...well, kind of inactive lately; THE FROST only recently appeared only to disappear for no reason I can see; and the Hooded Stalker Freak, I haven't seen him since that day he ran off, he's probably 'S' so may still be contacting me; the suspected THE RIPPER hasn't done anything since it compelled me into the forest.
I have no hope of surviving all these Fears. I don't even have a hope against THE HUNGERING alone. My unraveling is inevitable, as far as I know. I've been searching for any hope against THE HUNGERING. Does anyone know how? Does anyone know of any hope? Anyway to escape the unraveling? Anyway to escape THE HUNGERING after my unraveling?
Should I run? Is there any point? Should I just lay on these uncomfortable floorboards and relish the fact I can still feel?
-Shady
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