Girls are weird.

Vieve's bag is half again the size of mine, probably because she packed a lot more clothing than me and because she has packed shampoo and shower gel and thing that she says I don't need to know about because they are feminine mysteries. n_n But seriously we have access to a washing machine and clothesline amirite? We don't need to bring that much clothing...

(Layering, Chester. I layer my clothes because it gets boring wearing a t-shirt or tanktop and shorts all summer.)

Slendy showed up earlier today. Both of us shat bricks. He's just left. He didn't do much. He was on our side on the road facing #27 for a while then outside #27 looking up at us. If you looked at him directly he'd do this weird headtilt thing but otherwise, just there. Weird.

Oh well. Matarangi tomorrow. 4 hours in a car, two of which I will be driving (I got my full license yesterday! :D) then 10 days of hanging out with Vieve and her family at the beach. It's like a 10-day-long Beach Episode! Yay!

--Chester

...Hah hah. We won't have internet down in Matarangi so if you want to know what we're doing, check our twitter Chestevieve , since you can update twitter from your mobile as long as you have signal. We're adding the widget to our profile as soon as I can figure out how, because Chester tried and he crashed Internet Explorer. I have no idea why he was using IE anyway, that thing is slow as hell.

Anyway! I've got to go make dinner (Macaroni and Cheese) and then I've got to take Cassy down to Alice in 5C, who will be looking after her while we are gone. I've left Cassy in Alice's company before. I got some pretty funny looks last time I went away because  was standing in the elevator with a half-grown cat perched on my shoulder. Cassy's small for a cat so I can walk around with her on my shoulder and she's mellow enough that I can actually go in the elevator, walk through the lobby and check my mailbox and she will just sit there. It's awesome.

--Vivi

Back to work.

Vieve here. Christmas was fun, it was nice having a couple of days off, but today Chester and I have work. And, since I've been working here for a couple of years now, I know that the days after Christmas are usually pretty insane. Oh well. It pays for my rent and it's not boring, although I'm really not looking forward to the next two months, where it's gonna get a fair bit more humid and working in a space with several hot ovens in it is not going to be fun. I don't mind the heat, the heat is fine, but the humidity drives me insane.

Chester is in the kitchen. He is trying to learn to cook. While it's sweet of him to want to be able to help me, Chester is a notoriously awful chef and I'm having to check on him once every five minutes to make sure he isn't turning the bacon into charcoal and burning the pancakes. He seems to be doing alright, but you can never be sure. If things start to go wrong, Chester is the sort of person who flips out and runs around in circles for a while before he gets down to the business of fixing things, and in the interim the problem has usually got worse.

Ah well. Chester's got an invitation to come along to Matarangi, so I will not have to spend ten days totally alone with my folks, which is nice. Unfortunately, as far as I know I will not have an internet connection so you lovely people will have to get by without me. Let's just hope nothing too major happens while I'm gone...

Well, work starts in just over an hour so I'm going to see if nothing too awful has happened to those pancakes.

Here goes nothing.

This is my contribution to the Solstice, I was asked to write, so I'm writing. This is the product of 28 sheets of paper- 12 of the story (I crossed out about 70% of what I wrote) another ten of attempting to start the story, 5 drawings of Lamp Santa, and 1 sheet of doodles. I've got to form it into something coherent now.

As of starting this post, it is 12.45.

Just warning you, this is definitely not my best work.

Who the Hero and his friend are is up to you. They could be Zero and Amelia, but then again they could be someone else. I left the pronouns neutral for that purpose.

Chester's been being awfully good about my craziness today. At least I'm holding still long enough for hugs now.

Right. Here goes...

everything, really.





"WAKE UP"

--

All things come to an end, eventually. The good and the bad. No matter how long they last, they eventually end.

He had gone too far, infected too many, and now there were enough to rise against Him. A force that was mighty in it’s unity. The victims took up arms and brought forth a Hero.

The Hero, feeling the weight of their expectations, their wishes, of the hundreds who had suffered and who’s hopes rested upon them, hefted their sword and went forth, determined to break the hold the monster had on so many lives.

They travelled, seeking to find where the monster was at His weakest. They spoke to all kinds of people, those who were slowly losing their minds, runners, fighters, those who chose to remain in their homes. They went to many different places, the scenery constantly changing but the message remaining the same- He could be killed. The monster had a weakness. One day they’d be free.

It passes through their ranks, starting as a whisper…

The Solstice, The Lunar Eclipse, the Hero…

Now was the time to act.

--

It was cold, even for winter. The landscape was almost too quiet but for two silhouettes, standing in the open, staring defiantly at the treeline. The smaller of the two figures hissed a curse, shivering slightly, and peered into the leaves.

“Would it be too much to hope for them to give themselves up?” they suggested, drawing their heavy winter coat around them and hunching their shoulders.

The reply took a while to come, and when it did it was flat, the tone brooking no argument. “Yes. If I know anything about proxies, they’re determined.”

“Thought not.”

The duo waited, seconds turning to minutes turning to hours, more of their number arriving alone or in pairs, before there was a sound like the sky splitting in two and a swarm of proxies burst out of the leaves. They were all masked, the majority of them wearing the traditional “ToTheArk” mask, others wearing comedy or tragedy masks, some in hallowe’en masks, wielding a variety of weapons. They outnumbered the fighters a hundred to one.

The first two to arrive exchanged looks. One pulled a sword out of a sheath by it’s side, the other, smaller figure a gun. Together, they dived into the fray.

At first, it seemed fruitless, as the proxies were just as well armed as they were and had the advantage of numbers, until one person, no-one could recall who, grabbed a Proxy’s mask and pulled it off.

The proxy froze, stunned, like he could not quite believe what he was seeing. Heartened by this, one of the fighters yelled the discovery at the top of his lings before incapacitating another proxy and demasking it as well.

It did not take long before a large group of shellshocked, dull-eyed proxies congregated a short way off, staring blankly into the distance.

The sword-wielder took a heavy blow to the gut from a proxy wielding a rake of all things with brutal efficiency and stumbled into the forest, hitting a tree with a nasty thud that made their head spin. Straightening up, they spotted the fight through a gap in the trees and went to rejoin it, only to find a familiar figure blocking their path.

The Slender Man shifted slightly, illuminated by the sliver of moon not yet covered by the Earth’s shadow. The swordsman bared his teeth in a wide grin and charged.

“I’m not scared of you.” They gritted out from between clenched teeth, slashing at the Slender Man’s unguarded face.

It raised one of it’s arms, slowly, almost ponderously, then lashed out. The figure winced as tentacle cut through layers of clothing to the flesh beneath, clenched the hilt of their sword so hard that their knuckles went white. The Slender Man stood as if it hadn’t moved at all, a cut across it’s face oozing mist.

The next sentence came out in a vicious, raspy hiss. “Fuck you. You’re finished.”

The Hero grinned, raised the sword once again and charged, aiming for the torso, also unguarded-

“Here goes nothing.”

There was a terrible, visceral scream, a scream that no living thing ought to be able to make, and the world went dark.

Their voices, the voices of many, the victims that had become an army-

One voice departed-

As it faded, like a whisper on the wind-

“You’re just a nightmare.

We’re waking up.”

--

Chester here. It's 5.30 pm as of writing this. I had to type out the last 50 words or so because Vieve passed out. I don't think she got much sleep last night, so it's no surprise that she's dozed off. I'm trying to figure out how to go make myself some hot chocolate without disturbing her since she's gone to sleep using me as a pillow. Note. Cuddling Vieve is good, but if she shows signs of getting sleepy you might want to shift around so you can move away if you need to because when she's asleep I swear she's a lot heavier than she is awake.

Again...good luck, everyone. I have known you for such a short time and it would be regrettable if that time ended today. Everyone...please survive.

--Chester

And now for something completely different

Today was meant to be my day off, but Mariko has conscripted me to help her show her relatives around because I know a miniscule amount of Japanese picked up from reading my best friend's japanese textbooks and one year taking the subject at school. My grammar's pretty awful and I don't remember most of what I learnt but it's better than nothing.

Solstice is coming up. I plan to take my mind off my possible impending doom this weekend with liberal application of the most recent season of Doctor Who. And when i run out of Doctor Who, musicals. When I run out of musicals...

[DATA EXPUNGED].

With a squeaky mallet.

Okay, okay, enough shout-outs and other silly business. No sign of Slendy since I last mentioned him showing up. No proxies since the chick in the drama mask. I still have the number of the phone that called me last weekish, which I THINK was some proxy trying to fuck with my brain. I may try calling it back at some point, although that's possibly not such a good idea.

I've finished all my christmas shopping now. I've stuck all the stuff to my family under the communal tree at my Mum's place and I'll be giving my co-workers their presents next week. Before the Solstice, in case something happens to me.

That's not a very cheerful thought to end an entry on. Oh dear.

Lamp Santa!

Fixed.

--Vivi

Breather Episode.

As mentioned last post, there are now fairy lights all over my flat. My living room is quite small so I don't have room for a tree, so I compensate with fairy lights and a christmas star on my coffee table. My family are atheists but we've always been big into christmas. Every year we'd get a freaking massive tree and cover it with decorations, and we'd put fairy lights on the outside of the house and tinsel on the letterbox and my little sister would spend the week leading up to christmas permanently wearing a reindeer headband. I have fond memories of Christmas.

I don't know why I'm in such good spirits, what with Slendy and his band of merry mooks cavorting around spreading blood and crazy this Christmas season. I guess it's helping me cope, in my own way. The world is not crumbling around me. I'm just another little light in a sea of them, and most of them will never be affected by Slendy. Slendy can go on infecting people, but someday, even if all of us currently blogging (except, of course, for Zeke Strahm) are all dead or crazy by then. It's quite a comforting thought. Even if we fail, we'll be another step on the ladder to success.

Also, this could easily be renamed "The Yandere Song". For those of you who don;t want to listen to the full song (don't like it, etc) the final part of lyrics is as follows:

"Star so light and star so bright
First star I see tonight
Star so light and star so bright
Keep him by my side

I want to settle down
I want to settle down
Baby there's no need to run
I'll love you well, oh
I want to settle down
It's time to bring you down
On just one knee for now
Let's make our vows.."

Also, it's a handy excuse to plug another New Zealand musician.

We Walk in Circles

First things first- I saw It. 

I'm not hurt or anything. He just kind of stood there. Across the road, outside No. 27, just like Chester said. He just kinda chilled over there while some tosser in a souped-up car drove by playing shitty hip-hop music up so loud that I could hear the lyrics. Letter to people who do that everywhere- not everyone shares your music tastes. Stop being an asshole and turn the volume down. 

He's not there anymore. I blinked and he wasn't there and the next second the audio distortion on my iPod went away. I stood there, went "huh" and then thanked heaven I didn't eat lunch because as one side effect of exposure to Slendy, I get kinda nauseous...

Second: put up fairy lights all over my flat today. :)

What's in a name?

TOTALLY RANDOM TIMEWASTER QUESTIONS:

Is your username your real name? Do you like your real name or is it kinda meh? If your username isn't your real name, why did you choose it? Does it tie into Mythology, a concept you find interesting, or do you just like it?

I am insatiably curious about these things.

My username is indeed my real name. I do like it, but I don't adore it. I prefer using the various diminutives people have given me over the past two decades. 

No sign from Where's-his-face or any of his mooks since that phone call a couple of days ago. I hope it stays that way for a while. I have Christmas shopping to do. Also I need to deflea Cassy.

Chester, since you aren't answering your phone, you said you're out of credit and I know you read the blogs, vieve_veritas@hotmail.co.nz. Tell me what happened.

--Vivi

Ladders.

For those of you who don't already know, earlier today Zero made a very interesting post about "generations" of the Slenderstalked. I suggest you go look, partially because it makes some quite interesting observations about progression or "phases".

The basic rundown, for you lazy people, is the following. Zero does it better than me though. Go read his version.

Gen. 1: Marble Hornets, JAFool, etc. The start, so to speak. Operator symbols, people going crazy, etc etc. This generation started to end with blogs like Seeking Truth and The Tutorial, who showed us that we could survive him.

Gen. 2: Core Theory. Characterised by the whole Sages thing, the Titles, etc. Personally, I think it started to end with Redlight taking over Robert Sagel's blog and ending with Zero telling us all to snap out of it, but some may not agree with me.

Gen. 3: Can't really tell what directions everything is going in from now, but people seem to be a lot more rational now, at least to me. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

On a non Slendyrelated topic, what's everyone planning for Christmas?

Animals and Slendy

First, the serious bit of this post, so those of you here for the drama and not for my yattering about my cat and vegemite on toast (BEST THING EVER) can read it without having to sift through all the other stuff.

First, I've been researching and in the only tale that I remember people owning animals such as cats and dogs (Marble Hornets), said animal has reacted with fear or aggression whenever Slendy's around. Cassy, my cat, was quite hostile towards the proxy, but they may have been because he was a stranger. I don't know, Cassy is an attention whore and loves people so it's quite strange that she reacted that way.

Okay. My stomach troubles are over- I ate a huge bowl of museli and milk this morning and I haven't brought it up. Huzzah! 48 hours of living on crackers/vegemite on toast is not fun and I will hopefully not have to do it again anytime soon.  Being hungry all the time but not being able to eat very much is pretty awful. Even though vegemite on toast is pretty much the best thing ever, especially if you like that kind of sharp, salty taste. I'm a Kiwi, I love the stuff, but Kaylee tried it when she was here and hated it. People are weird sometimes.

Turns out the reason my brother wanted to talk to me last entry is that Mum has a beachhouse in the Coromandel and wants to know if I can come down for a week or so in January. I didn't know what to tell him. What with all this going on, I'm not sure if it's safe for me to spend too much time around my family in case a proxy comes after me. And I'm also not sure what's gonna happen on the Solstice. It's possible that most of us won't make it past Christmas...

Keep calm and carry on, I guess. You can't think like that. Now is the time to invest in some pluck or some determination or both and see where things go.

--Vivi

Fragging Proxies

Got attacked by another proxy. I was just walking in the Domain, minding my own business when this girl in a comedy mask jumps out of the bushes and launches herself at me. She kept telling me to listen to the Call, but all I could hear was slightly staticy music in my ears from my iPod, which I keep on pretty much all the time now. She had a knife, too. She made a couple of notches in Mr Cricket Bat, and in me, but I can just say I fell on some glass or something. I have a split lip as well, which is an awful lot more visible than cuts on my face, arms and torso, but I've got worse split lips from cricket accidents and the like. I'll be fine. Physically, at least. Mentally, what's been going on lately is pretty taxing.

The proxy ran off and the static stopped, so I went to the hospital and got two of the cuts stitched. I don't have work today so I'm just sitting around watching Black Books and trying to eat, but I honestly just feel so sick and unhappy that I can't make myself eat anything more than some crackers and hummus, and some tea. I don't know if it's losing so many people so quickly, getting attacked by a proxy in a fucking creepy mask, or that I'm actually sick but either way I feel pretty under the weather right now.

Phone's ringing. It's my brother. I'll be off to talk to him now.

Well. Fuck.

We're losing people fast. I left for four hours to visit my brother and do some grocery shopping, and it all goes to hell. We've almost definitely lost Jeff now. Melody, B (What Now?)'s girl-friend, is dead as well.

I wonder if they'll do to Jeff and Melody what they've done to Nessa. Use them against the people they care about most. Do whatever sick, twisted necromancy they do to get to people even more.

I heard from Chester. I passed on M's advice about running, how he can stay in a town for a few weeks, a month maybe, as long as he keeps moving. He's okay. He had a run-in with a couple of proxies, but he's okay. There's a substantial physical difference between a 163cm girl with a cricketbat and a 185cm ex-rugby player with a crowbar, so he did quite well against them.

I miss him. It was easier when he was around, when I could keep an eye on him. I've known him for four years, bickering and bantering the whole way, and the things that have happened recently make the probability of one of us getting hallowed and used to torment and break the other is very high. Too high, considering he's been a very good friend to me over the years and I depend on him more than I'd like to admit.

Enough on that. There's a part of a song I want to show you all. All of you who're still sane, anywho. I have since moved on, musically, from this artist but a few years back she was my favourite. This song is my favourite of hers, and this is my favourite part.

"It's love, it's love that shows us
We will be alright
It's truth, it's truth that holds us
As we walk in it's light."
--"Deciphering Me", Brooke Fraser.

It's also an excuse to plug local artists.

Everyone, please be careful. Don't let them get you like they've got so many of us.

Love (because I really do love you all, I'm terribly sentimental really),
Vivi

P.S. You agents or whatever you think you are? Go die in a hole.

Let's play a game.

Let's pretend life is normal.

I suck at this game.

I miss things being normal. I miss the times when I didn't sleep with a cricket bat propped up against my bed and a knife shoved between the headboard and the wall. I miss being able to hang around with my friends and family without glancing over my shoulder. I miss the time where the furniture in my living room was not arranged so I can see the door from every chair in the room.

I even miss stupid Chester cracking awful jokes and looking around at us grinning like he expects us to start having hysterics. Everyone does. Him and Max are Vitriolic Best Buds, Leah is sulking because she's missing her partner in crime, Mariko's temper is more hair-trigger than it's ever been, and some of our long-time customers have asked why he isn't around.

But the fact that I miss them doesn't change the fact that it's impossible to have it all back.

The thing with the Slenderblogosphere is that people are always dropping in and out. Dying, going crazy, just plain leaving. You never know who's going to be next, and it might be you. It's a very disquieting thought. People are leaving, taking Redlights offer, or just going, and try as I might I can't blame them for trying to get out of this as soon as possible. I just have to see this through to the end. My end or his. Whichever comes first, because try as I might I can't seem to believe in anything beyond this life other than oblivion.

I think it's taken a while to sink in, all the things that have happened. It hurts. It hurts a lot, seeing people in my situation or something similar dying, going crazy.

We have to try our best to hope. To try not to become so disillusioned that we give up entirely.

It's hard some days.

Well. That was really, really not fun.

It was a Proxy. I got fed up with waiting and opened the door, cricket bat in hand, and this kid of about 16 or 17 lunges at me. It was pretty creepy, actually- his face was totally frozen, the only thing that moved was his eyes when they blinked. And he didn't look all over the place like a normal person would, he just stared straight at me the entire time.

I'm lucky the lady from 7B didn't come to see what the heck was going on. She's deaf as a post in her right ear, thank god. Makes communicating with her a pain but saved my ass, she's a bit loony.

I managed to stop him from pushing into the apartment. Shut the door behind me, made sure I had my cricket bat and then ran like hell was at my heels. I led him to an alley a block away and made a spirited attempt at bashing his face in. Didn't work, but I got him unconscious. He had a broken bottle, of all things. He didn't do anything serious with it. I've got a few bruises and cuts but nothing that won't heal up within a week.

Lesson of the day, boys and girls: If you're home, put the chain on your door if you have one. If you aren't, set your alarm.

I now have an MSN if you need to contact me.

vieve_veritas@hotmail.co.nz

WE WILL BE PASSIVE NO MORE

First, Chester's gone.

Again.

he left a note this time. None of this fucking around on my blog. He even used capitals and punctuation and everything. 

"Genevieve-

It's probably not safe for me to be around anymore. I've called Mr Irving and resigned, I'm renting out my house, I'm just going to keep moving. Keep safe. I've been reading up and it looks like something major is happening on the Solstice. Whenever that is. People are taking up titles and getting more aggressive, there are some people who appear to be active agents of Slender man. 

Maybe I'm one of them, waiting to wake up? That may not be the case but it's better safe than sorry. Better to run, now, and wait until at least the Solstice. Maybe then there'll be a resolution to all this.

Can you tell Leah that a family emergency came up and I'm sorry I can't take her out for dinner on friday? I owe her for preventing Max from mauling me that one time.

If you go crazy and start writing SEES ME all over the walls, remember this- you have 20/20 vision, you're observant. He won't see you, because you'll see him first. You are the Sentinel.

--Chester."

1) He wrote all of that out by hand. It was nearly illegible.

2) Oh fuck.

3) Chester was a drama student. You can tell, can't you? He's got a healthy sense of drama, that one. The Sentinel? You're a funny one, Chester. I'll watch. I'll wait. I'll try my best to see him coming, Chess.

Looks like the bloggers are all up in arms. I don't blame them, not at all. Sometimes I want to run into a Proxy just so I can make a spirited attempt at bashing their head in with the cricket bat currently located next to me. I've been passive for too long. Lionel and Kaylee were nice people, Chester's a nice guy. It got personal for me a long time ago.

I can't let Slendy steal all that I have left.

-- Genevieve (Sentinel)

Solstice

Apparently the Solstice is coming up and something important is happening then. It's the Winter Solstice in most places, but the Summer Solstice here. Somehow that takes the fear out of it. 


And somehow that makes It even scarier, that It can lurk in light places, streetlamps, lit rooms. Chester hasn't seen him in ages. He's okay, if anyone's curious. Eating his way steadily through all the food. Going to work again. He attempted to use my shoulder as a pillow earlier but it was too uncomfortable. Serves him right, I'm not blind and I'm not stupid.

I had some tea earlier today. It was the stuff Kaylee and Lionel bought me as a thankyou gift. This is the first time I've tried it. It is some good tea.

...

I was thinking, earlier today. Yes, I know. Shock horror. I thought of something. (again, shock horror)

What is Slender man, is, like...

a dementor?

As in, he feeds off our fear? That makes him strong?

Either way, EXPECTO MOTHERF***ING PATRONUM

In other news, Cassy just walked in. Looks like my Patronus just arrived. Hahaha.

"Expecto Patronum" is Latin. It means "I await a Guardian."

Options

First thing first: I found Chester.

Mr Irving didn't ask any of us about Chester, so I asked him if he's heard anything. he told me he'd got a call from Chester, calling in sick. Again.

So I finished at work, went home, and found Chester asleep on the couch looking like he'd been dragged through a bush backwards and then kept awake all night. he hadn't given me my spare key back. bastard.

He's not in a good state. Paranoid, tired, and while he was out there he realised something.

There are only so many places we can go. Neither of us have anything more than high school qualifications (We're both two years into a Bachelor's degree) and New Zealand is a small country. Even smaller when you realise that we'll need money to get on a ferry to get down to the South Island. Shifting to Australia is probably too expensive.

Running, at the moment, is not a viable option.

Cassy likes vegemite.

chester matenga-white you son of a bitch.

Actually, that's not right, your mother seems like a nice lady.

Why didn't you TELL me how long this had been going on for? When did you find out about It? When was the first time you saw It?

People are weird. They think that they have to go through things alone. They don't.

Also, Chester, capitalised letters spelling out something you need to say is the oldest trick in the book. Stay safe. If you see it, add to the map if you can manage it.

On a non Chester flipping out related note, I still have yet to see the new Harry Potter movie. I think I need to take my mind off things for a while so I can stay relatively sane and not go running around like a headless chicken. I'll just go check the movie times.

I wonder what I'm going to tell Mr Irving at work tomorrow.

Not sure if this is a good thing or not...

Started thinking about Christmas shopping today. Not sure what to get my brother, I've got him a Huffer T-shirt every year for the past 5 years and it'd be nice to get him something different.

It's a pity the 7th Harry Potter movie won't be out on DVD by then because my sister loves Harry Potter. She's obsessed. Her 18th was Harry Potter themed for gods sake. Some girls make their boyfriends read Twilight, Elaine made hers read Harry Potter. And watch all the movies. They went to the midnight screening and everything.

Also, Chess saw him again. We'd got out a movie (Boy, director Taka Waititi. Worth watching) since neither of us have work Thursday night, and while I was taking it out of the DVD player Chess went and looked out the window and swore.

I went to look and I couldn't see anything. Literally, I have 20/20 vision and the pavement was empty. It wasn't there. Meanwhile Chester was staring fixedly at one spot across the road. Our conversation went as follows.

C: (angry) What's that piece of shit doing here?

G: He's here?

C: Yeah. Across the road, number 27. Next to the recycling bin.

G: (short pause) Chess, I can't see him.

C: (impatient) Motherfucker's right there. He's there. He's just standing there with his arms open, Vieve.

G: Don't take that tone with me, Chester. I didn't say he wasn't there. I just can't see him.

C: What? Your vision is better than mine though. I'm not wearing my glasses and I can see him.

G: It might not be a matter of eyesight.

C: So he's not after you?

G: I'm not that optimistic. If not now, someday.

C: Fuck.

(Chester gives Slendy the finger and shuts the curtains.)

I can't see him. I know about him, I'm better informed than Chester at any rate. But I can't see him. Either that or Chester has been compromised, somehow. This might have been going on longer than I think. Either way, this probably isn't good.

I've told him to get out of here, get running. He's renting out his house (which he actually owns, lucky bugger, it was his grandfather's and got left to him when he died) and I think he's deliberating whether to start running now or after something more definite than Slendy hanging around outside some dustbins across the road.

In my last entry I mentioned a folder of my drawings from when I was 12 or 13 that my dad kept for sentimental reasons. I was never very good at drawing faces, so I used to leave them blank.

I haven't shown them to Chester, he'd just freak out. He's not in a good way, so I'll wait for him to calm down a bit.

I'll keep you posted if anything happens.

--Genevieve

Sorry for the absence...

Things have just got that little bit weirder.

First thing, Chess is staying with me at the moment. He saw It on Monday. More accurately, it was outside his house. I don't blame him for wanting to sell and find somewhere else to live, if he isn't going to run.

If Max makes one more insinuation about why exactly he's staying over, colleague or not I will not be very pleased. This is just temporary. He should probably get moving.

Second, I had a total freak out yesterday because my dad turned up at my apartment building while I was at work and Chess let him in then left to go do something so I go in and there's this bald guy in a suit standing in my living room with his back to me. Thanks, Dad. Really thanks.

To clarify, my Dad lives in Singapore. I only see him a few times a year. So I didn't know that he'd lost what remained of his hair and he hadn't told me he was coming. Thankfully he turned around otherwise I might have done something... stupid.

Third, Dad brought a folder of my drawings that he'd found in his house. When I was young I fancied myself quite the artist for a while, even though I wasn't actually that good. You can kind of guess where I was going with this, can't you?

I was never very good at drawing faces, so I used to leave faces blank. I now have sheet after sheet of drawings of faceless people. Which makes me wonder if this is a really contrived coincidence or if this goes back further than I think.

On a totally unrelated note, I am totally unrecognisable with brown hair. Okay, so I'm a redhead, but being unrecognisable as a brunette is actually kinda funny. Huzzah for semipermanent hairdye. It's nearly washed out now. Now I know what to do if I ever need to go incognito.

Thanks muchly to Omega of Encyclopedia Slenderia for linking to my map. The only pin on is so far is Kaylee's. I'll be adding Chess's to it shortly although I guess that will give away where I live. Greetings from New Zealand (in case you don't know, it's those two islands shaped like a canoe and a fucked up stingray nearish to Australia). I think I'm the first Slenderblogger from around here, although I wouldn't be surprised if there were more.

Maps.

Finally found a tool that allows people to mark Slenderman sightings and slendervictims.

Look at the pin I put down for Kaylee for an example. If you know the dates, put them down please. Use red icons for people who have since passed on, blue for people who're still living. You don't have to give exact locations if you don't want to, just a rough estimate. I need your help.

http://www.mapservices.org/myguestmap/map/exilisveritas

Break's over. I'll check back at Chess's.

(edit: forgot to add link)