Tenebria has continued to stalk us. We're pretty sure it's her- 99% per cent (of all the people who were outside the restaurant today and yesterday, she was the only one with a tattoo of an operator symbol and the only one who KEPT STARING AT US) so it's either her or another poxy proxy. We're still not sure precisely what she is (A Revenant? A Redlight? A Conduit? Just plain creepy? Who knows!) but this is what we've observed.
-She's short, about my height, but much skinnier (as in, "girl, you need to eat twice what you're eating now because you look half starved" skinny.). Her hair is black, spiky, and about jaw length.
-Asian or part-asian. Kinda pasty-looking- not like not-much-time-in-the-sun pasty (she has sunburn on her face and shoulders, so probably too much) but...you know how when people are sick their face gets this funny grey cast to it sometimes? Yeah.
- It was quite cold for a summer day yesterday, but she was still dressed for the height of summer, which is quite peculiar. She didn't look cold, either.
- She can stand very still (like, statue-still) for very long periods of time (2 hours +) with no apparent discomfort.
-She doesn't have a healing factor as her hands are still bandaged from breaking into our house and encountering our "security measures".
- She can run very fast or has some other method of transportation, because Chester and I went out to see if we could confront her (in public, so she can't do anything too crazy) and we take our eyes off her for about three seconds to check how many people are around and then when we look back she's gone. We didn't even hear her go. This in itself is worrying, that she has a method of transportation that instantaneous or a running speed that high.
Yeah...I don't know. I guess we'll just keep on observing her.
You know how, in an earlier entry, I mentioned making friendship bracelets, one for each of those who have died, and wearing them to remind me of those who we have lost? I'm making them for every blogger I've spoken to now. I'm keeping them in a drawer for now. I'm only wearing the ones for those who died. One day, all of this will be over, somehow, no matter how many years it takes. And then, Chester and I will hop on a plane and give everyone the bracelets. All of you. I don't care if we have to work two shifts a day AND weekends to afford it, we will.
Don't make me add any more to the five (Zero, Amelia, Melody, Fizzy, Jeff's family) already on my wrist right now.