Wondering

Right.

Ugh, another blog post started with that.

Anyway. I think I'm getting paranoid with the A thing. While I do find him/her quite amusing sometimes, I'm getting annoyed. From now on, I'm going to call him/her a "her". I don't think that he/she's a female (I'm unsure, actually), but it's getting annoying to keep typing out him/her. So, female pronouns it is.

Right. I've been assaulted in my own home. I've had my possessions damaged. While I think I know how she got in now (there's a drainpipe that goes up past one of my windows; I checked it today, and the hinges are a bit broke; you can swing it open silently and get in from the inside or the outside) and have rectified the fault (namely, supergluing the window shut), I've still got the problem that I'm jumping every time I hear someone walk past the front door with a barking dog.

I'm getting more and more annoyed at it. I'm considering moving away; I can get a new flat, even if I have to go for a flatshare. I can get a new job; I am mobile. Completely mobile.

But so's she. She can go anywhere. She could follow me to my new flat. She could be my flatmate and I wouldn't know.

I don't know. That's the thing. There's so much I don't know about in the world.

Whatever. I'm going to be resolute. I'll look for a new flat somewhere else... London, maybe. If I can find a good price, which is unlikely.

Anyway, yeah. Will stay in touch with my mobile if I get my Internet removed.
-The Lexiconical-

Lack of Updates

Sorry, I've been asked to do some overtime at work. Might have a lack of updates for some time. P/P says that he's being snowed in by coursework, and I'm presuming that Sub's busy with her boyfriend.

I'll be sure to post here should anything happen.
-The Lexiconical-

Shoulders

You know, I'm starting on awful lot of posts with the word "right." I just noticed it.

Anyway. I've been away from my flat for a few days; I lied to my landlord and told him that I'd been sleeping at a friend's house. He's been asking, saying if I'm moving in with her any time soon. I laughed it off.

The police have said that I'm not being charged with anything. Even if I did do something, the most they could give me is a fine... which they have anyway. Paid it, even if it's the last of my money until Friday, which is when I get this week's pay.

It feels good to be typing on a computer again. I've tidied up the last of the mess, thrown away the rubbish, and kicked out the flies that have been nearby.

Now, let me describe something. Since the time when I got drunk and ended up in a ditch, I've moved my computer to my living room; it's arranged in a way that I can see out the window now, if I look. I want to see if A tries to come in again.

Now, see, the big problem is that I can see them. She/He's outside my door, staring into it. Or, that's what I assume she/he's doing. I can just see his shoulder from here.

He/she knows I'm here, he/she must know I'm here. I haven't been here for a long time, he/she must have moved there when I went out to make myself some toast. I know she's/he's there, and she/he knows I know she/he's there, and I know he/she knows I know he/she's there...

Suddenly, I don't want to be sitting here.
-The Lexiconical-

Awakening

I'm on the train home. Had to stay awake all night to catch a train, had to be careful, just in case. My phone's on full battery, and I need something to do besides being agitated while I wait for my stop.

Now, let me tell you what happened after my last post.

I took my medicine. The exact dosage, nothing more and nothing less. I considered trying to overdose myself on it, but I turned my mind to this place. Things aren't normal here. Perhaps overdosing wouldn't do anything; maybe my medication would do nothing. It doesn't matter. You have totry, and I was going to try getting out of here one last time before I considered pulling the plug on myself.

So I got up from the wall I was behind. Opened the gate next to me, looked up and down the street; well-lit. The street lights had come on in this backstreet; maybe time does pass here, just according to different rules.

And saw one of them on either side of me. The androgynous person on one side... I'm guessing it's A. That's based on the fact that he/she had apparently sprayed one of those giant symbols on the ground. You know, the (A) one? Just on the floor; like, in the middle of the road and on the front of doors. A few cans of empty spraypaint around him/her, just staring up the street. And now, I could really see them; before, I couldn't really see their face or anything, just because he/she moved so quickly.

But now? I could see it clearly. In addition to the black ensemble (black shirt, black trousers, black boots), I could see that they were wearing a hood; as in, maybe a black hoodie? Or just a black hood? Nevertheless, a lot of black. And not meaning to contrast, I think he/she was wearing, like, a balaclava or something. They were standing pretty near the street lights, so I couldn't make out his/her face, but it looked like he/she was wearing something to ensure that nobody could see their face. Anonymous indeed. He/she just... stood out from the fog, you know? Anyway.

The other person was... more weird. They were tall, quite tall. Not inhumanly so, but I'm a pretty short guy, so I'd turn to look at him if I saw him in the supermarket, y'know? Anyway: almost certainly a guy, based on the broad shoulders. Unlike A, they blended in with the fog a lot more, so I couldn't make out their face. I could just see the shoulders (black suit, perhaps?), but the head was a bit of a lost cause. I took a single step forward, then realised that someone was behind me.

The other one... actually, calling him that's annoying, let's call him, I dunno. B sounds stupid. JS? As in, John Smith? Okay, let's go with that.

JS had somehow gotten behind me. I had been focusing more on the other one, so I guess he just must be a fast runner or something. Anyway, he got behind me; I felt something pull at my neck, and I was suddenly sprawled in the middle of the road; and on the floor, in what could be considered microscopic precision, was the (A) symbol. Someone had been busy; I had just thought the fog was getting bad when I had looked at the floor. But no, someone had gone to town with a can of spray paint; lots of (A)'s. None, I noticed, where JS had been standing. None where I had been typing (and where JS was now standing), as well.

Anyway, I rolled over, and looked back up at JS. But something caught my eye; A had gotten near to where I'd been. And I could swear that I saw A try to attack JS with a knife; and not just the "swing knife randomly" approach you've all seen, but someone who clearly knew how to use it. I don't know what effects it had on JS, but I do know that shortly, A was taking steps back towards me, knifeless. Either he'd dropped it, or JS had it now. JS seemed to be just staring at A now, not doing anything.

A noticed me as he'd been stepping backwards; he kicked my leg, before beginning to circle back towards JS. I got up, and started to back away from the fight. Why these two idiots were fighting is something I didn't want to know, or didn't care about.

...didn't care about much, that is. I dunno; it just seems that when my adrenalin's pumping, I've got something to live for, something to do in the world. That's not important now, I'll do it when I get home.

I'd gotten to the place where JS had been before. I turned around and got ready to run... and somehow, JS was behind me. I took one look at his chest (all I could reach without looking up!), and promptly sprinted past him; once again, I felt the pain in the back of my neck and ended up sprawled, this time back where I'd started sprinting.

JS had vanished into the fog; A was coming over to me, but kept staring into the fog. Maybe she/he was trying to evade JS as well? I got up, and looked at A again. I couldn't see him/her very well, but I could swear that one of his/her eyes was twinkling. Maybe he/she feels the same as me... excitement gives you something to live for. I couldn't see his/her other eye.

Then everything went... fuzzy. Like someone had turned all the lights off. I heard someone... no, something shout, and I ended up on my back again, as things scrabbled around me, so energetic and moving.

And then, stillness. I was surrounded by black and darkness. I felt like I was swimming in the deepest pool you can imagine; I swam up, and noticed a small light. I stared at it; it blotted out for a second, then I could see that something was coming down from it. Something as dark as what surrounded me... I swam up. I don't know why, maybe it's just something built in. Instincts.

And even though I couldn't see this messenger from the light, what I do know is that I could see a hand framed against the light, and then words pounded into my head. Not spoken words, but... a force. Like words turned into hurricanes, into tsunamis. A force of nature in spoken form.

"Come with me."

I took the hand eagerly; anything to get out of this insane monochrome place. Away from the darkness, into the light. I grasped the hand - and it wasa hand, I could feel the skin - and fell into a sleep.

I woke up in some alley, just off the high street. In the dead of night; I sorted my priorities out, went straight to the train station. I wasn't harmed, but I thought it best to avoid people; I didn't want any officers accusing me of things today. Plus, I smelled quite bad. Bit like eggs, really.

So, that's where I am. The train's one stop away from mine, so I'd better send this and get on my way. The apartment could probably do with a good tidy, and my blood's still fizzing from what happened.

I dunno. I felt like I risked my life, I've been assaulted two or three times in the past week or two... but I feel great. On top of the world. A little part of me's telling me that I should do this more often. Maybe I should join the army, huh? Haha. Oh crap, better get going, the train's about to reach my stop.
-The Lexiconical-

Memoir?

The longer I spend here, the more I think I'm losing my mind.

I've been assaulted. Twice. The first was right after my last message; I posted it in the middle of the word because I heard a bin fall over; it's a pretty big sound and the first I'd heard besides the constant sounds of the city.

I was quite surprised to see someone jump over that wall and into the alley, though. I couldn't really see their face, their sex, anything. I could see their outline in the fog (black contrasts with grey, after all), but they didn't seem to have that many secondary sexual characteristics, if you know what I mean? They dropped down from the wall, landed in front of me. Instantly stood upright and promptly punched me in the face. The rest of it's a blur, I'm afraid. I couldn't fight back, not with the bandage on my hand.

But here's the thing. After my attacker ran off (dunno why, though), I looked at myself. I wasn't bruised. And I bruise easily. Either I just felt a lot more pain than there was, or... something else. I don't know.

Now, the second one. I don't know what happened here. I tried to see where my first attacker went, turned around and my memory's a big blank, visually. I can remember my body hurting, though. Felt like I was being thrown around like a rag doll.

I don't know any more. This place is strange, it's filled with attackers and the more time I spend here, the more my memory keeps slipping away.

I don't know how to get out. I don't know what to do. I don't know if it's even safe to look over this wall.

I wonder if there's any point in even trying any more. Maybe I should just give up and let time pass me by here... let me take my medicine. Everything will be better after that.

-The Lexiconical-

Signal

Something's odd here.

I've been here for over twenty-four hours. But I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat at all. I don't feel thirsty; I know I should, but I don't. And my mobile phone battery isn't running out, and I've always got perfect signal. I can't text or phone anyone, though. When I go on the Internet, the only thing I can get on is this blog, which is my homepage. Weird.

Anyway, I've been trying what you people have been saying. I haven't found anything to mark my place; and nothing's really changed here since I entered. The only thing that's changed is that it's been getting really foggy. As in, in some places, you can't see your hand in front of your face. The time of day hasn't seemed to change either; it's all just gotten... monochrome, I guess. Might be the fog.

I placed my hand on a wall and tried to get out; no luck. I'll try it again now, see if it'll work if I use the other wall.

I dunno; it seems like I could live here forever; I don't want to, though. Let's see what happ
-The Lexiconical-

A Walk in Lancaster

Right. I'll have to start from the beginning. Summary: I need your help.

This morning, I left my house and caught a train to my GP, since I don't own a car, and Lancaster's a considerable distance away; train costs less than a bus. Anyway, I took a train to Lancaster, got off. Went to my GP's surgery

We sat down and had a talk. I mentioned I had a blog, but didn't give him the URL. He thinks that I might be suffering from depression, so he gave me a prescription (along with some other information, but the prescription is what's important); I went to the pharmacy, picked it up. Got the recommended dosage, took what it told me to dry, and decided to take a walk around the city

So I took a walk around; bought a kebab, sat down and ate it. Quite enjoyed it, too. I got told that I couldn't keep sitting on the bench I'd chosen, so I got up and took a walk around, eating my kebab. I kinda regretted buying it so big; I wasn't sure if I'd be able to eat it all.

So, went down a few backstreets. And when a dog (dunno what breed it was. Bit like a Labrador.) came out of an alley, I thought "hey, not like I'm gonna eat it all," and gave some to the dog. It seemed quite content with the bit of lamb it'd had, so I kept on walking. From back-street to back-street, alley to alley... I've done the walk before, I know how it goes. I always do it. Finished my kebab, found a convenient bin to put it in.

Then I heard someone scream. Loudly. I jumped out of my skin and ran down an alley; I didn't know whether I was coming towards it, or running away from it. I was just moving. Ran down that alley, into another, into another, into another.

Then I realised something.

In all my time of doing that walk, I have never been down that street. In fact, I wasn't sure if there was a street there before. It doesn't matter.

See, the thing is, I can't get out of the alleys.

I can't get to the main streets; no matter where I go or what directions I take, I just end up in the same old places. The city sounds like a city... but it's not... right. It's like someone's recreated a city, but they've only seen the music, not heard it played.

Look, what could this be? I keep thinking that I'm seeing people at the end of streets, but I run down there and there's nobody there. Nobody's in the houses; I've looked inside the windows. Nobody answers the door, nobody notices when I knock on the windows.

I'm sitting on top of a bin at the moment, typing this on my mobile. It's set to send me a text when someone replies, so please reply with all the advice you can.

Please.
-The Lexiconical-

Late at Night

Hm. It's been a while since I've been up this late.

The police have came and went. They didn't find anything. I didn't show them this blog (what good could it do?), but I did show them the note. They didn't find anything on it besides my fingerprints.

They told me not to pull a stunt like this again, or I'd be under arrest.

They think... they think I did it. Me.

I can't believe it. At all. I've always been a good person. I follow the letter of the law except when it would be a really bad idea.

I feel awful now. I just want to crawl into a ball and let the world go by. People rushing here, there and everywhere, all around. They see the things in front of them, and the things behind their backs don't matter to them.

I don't want to drink. I need a drink. I'm doing more overtime than is good for me. I must work away everything. Work work work. If I keep working, maybe things will get better. I need to stop thinking about everything.

I'm just so tired... maybe I need to see my GP about this. Depression or whatever.

I just saw A's new puzzle. I don't care about it.
-The Lexiconical-

Turning the Key

Right. I'm sorry for not posting yesterday, but the police weren't keen to let me go.

After my last reply, I was assaulted. Right outside my own bedroom door. I sent my reply, shut down my computer and went outside the door. I talk a step out and the next thing I knew, the back of my head was killing me. It all goes a bit hazy after that; I must have passed out. I didn't see my attacker, but I know who it was. A. I dunno what he did, but my memory's very patchy after the initial hit. I dunno what happened after that, so I guess I just passed out immediately.

When I came to, I was in my own house. Right outside my bedroom door. The first thing I smelled was whisky, and the second thing I noticed was the fact that my hand was covered in glass. As in, sticking into my own skin. It hurt like heck, but I managed to get up and stumble around my house.

It's a mess. My attacker must have been looking for something. But here's the funny thing.

My key is in the lock. There's only one key to my house, and I had it.

So how did my attacker get in? Did they already have a key, or where they in my house for a while? There's a few closets and stuff which I wouldn't check in every day, but nobody could really stay hidden for that long... could they?

So I called the police, told them I'd been assaulted and my house broken into. The police are going to be combing over my house later today. I've been told not to clean up any of the mess, but I can't anyway. One of my hands is covered in bandages, so I won't be doing any heavy lifting for a while.

If I've got enough money after this, I'm changing the locks. Just to be safe.

I don't feel safe in my own home.
-The Lexiconical-

Stick-It

I'd thought they'd finally left. But apparently not.

I found that bit of sticky paper attached to my front door when I stumbled down the stairs, looking at me from my door. I peeled it off the inside of the glass and decided to post it up on here just so you guys could make something of it. There's nothing on the back, so the only thing on it is the big ol' A. Is there some kind of code with the circle, or is it just A fishing for responses?

Anyway, yeah. I bought myself a bottle of Penderyn earlier and I'll have some of that tonight. Should be fun.

-The Lexiconical-

My Apologies for Not Posting

Sorry about not posting! I just... I guess the word is "forgot?" I just had other things on my plate, so I ate those first before moving onto other things. Met Sub's boyfriend, and... yeah, sorry.

Raising my eyebrows at A's spam, but changed my passwords (again) just in case. Keeping an idle eye on P/P's blog; he said he's posting something today or tomorrow, but he's been re-watching Marble Hornets and EverymanHYBRID for a while.

So just... sorry. I'll try and keep up-to-date on these things from now on.
-The Lexiconical-

TEACHER

AND YOU WILL LEARN SO VERY MUCH

THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS NO RIGHTEOUS FORCE. THERE IS ONLY THE SELF.

OTHERS WILL LET YOU DOWN. YOU HELP YOUR OWN, WHEN ALL YOU HAVE IS YOURSELF.

WHY IS THIS STATE OF AFFAIRS ALLOWED TO CONTINUE?
~An Answer

Does It Matter How Much I've Been Posting?

According to Lexi, you guys have been asking about where I am?

I've just been so busy lately .w. I've got a new boyfriend, I'm looking for part-time work... So yeah, don't expect to be seeing me a lot on here, unless I suddenly get a lot more free time!

Also: P/P, we need milk.
~Sub

The Account's Working Again

It's done. A's changed my password back; don't worry, I've changed the password on this account and just about everything else I use. I doubt A will be able to hack into them now.

I've been feeling... I dunno. Fired up, I guess? I feel so much better now that someone's antagonizing me, for some reason or another.

In fact, I'm going to go jogging now. I feel great, even though I really known I shouldn't. Whatever!
-The Lexiconical-

Puzzling Things

H-hi, guys. Thanks for solving the puzzle, I was getting a bit worried.

I haven't been doing much today, I haven't really been doing a lot lately I've just been so worried because that sexy, sexy A has been talking about me...
Hahahaha! So, so sorry! I guess you don't get to talk to Lexi today, because I've solved my little puzzle! You know, your password isn't that hard to figure out when someone knows you as well as I do.

Now, I just came to give you guys another little puzzle of mine. The same rules as before; three days, or I'm quite afraid that I am going to be very angry. But when you have great minds like the ever-so-handsome LSama on your side, I guess you don't have any problems! Heeheehee.

I'm a bit disappointed in you all, though. You've missed the most obvious of clues as to what is to come. Then again, I couldn't have expected that much of you...

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I am a Moron

Damn, damn, damn! I fell asleep while waiting for A yesterday. I dunno what came over me; I must have taken some of the pills by accident, then forgot about it...

And I mentioned that in the blog post. I'm an idiot. He took the envelope, and the memory stick that was in it. All I've got is the URL and the text from it.

I thought about phoning the police, but I'm not sure what they've done that's illegal. They didn't break into my house, they didn't steal anything that was mine... ugh. Whatever, as long as he leaves me alone.

...well, it's shaken me out of my apathy, I guess.
-The Lexiconical-

It's Gone From "Creepy" to "Stupid"

Ever had a big feeling of dread that was suddenly replaced with the feeling that things don't measure up to what you were dreading? Anyway, I've taken two of my pills so I can get some sleep now, since there's no point in staying up; they apparently take about quarter of an hour to work, so.

So, here's the envelope I found by my front door; this is the front.

Here's the back, with the top of it not lifted, then lifted.

Here's what was in it. Just a memory stick; I've got one like it. There's nothing drawn on either side of it, so I'm just showing it to you so you know what I found.

And on it, I found a Notepad file. I won't show it to you, but I'll copy/paste it in here, and fix up the text...

Hello. Weren't expecting this, were you?

www.twitter.com/alackoflexicon

Put the memory stick back in the envelope. Leave the envelope in front of your house. I shall collect it at midnight. It is nice to make your acquaintance.

xx

A

Just trying to adapt it, since I can see what it was trying to do. I haven't got Twitter, but... ugh. Whatever: typing this out makes me think that if I leave the envelope in front of my door, I can just wait for him/her; if I leave some of the lights on, I should be able to see him. Right, I've put the memory stick back in the envelope, and I've put it right in front of my door.

Two hours to go...
-The Lexiconical-

Mail

So, I went to the GP today; he told me that I should get some sleep and gave me a slip for some sleeping pills. I've got those, but I can't sleep right now. He said I should write a blog, to help me unwind. I need unwinding now.

See, it's quite the train journey to get to my GP. I have to all the way into Lancaster. So when I got back, it turns out the postman had come twice.

Basically, I've got a funny envelope. I've opened it, and there's some weird stuff in there. Posting this up now, I'll make another post later with the contents of the envelope.
-The Lexiconical-

Feeling Tired

Haven't been able to sleep recently. I feel tired, but whenever I put my head down on a pillow, I just don't feel like sleeping. It looks like all of my clocks are going a bit out of time, too. I'll have to fix the time at some point. Still not feeling great, though; I just feel like someone's sucked all the energy out of me, after the carnival.

I must be honest, I do expect I was just seeing things. I mean, I blinked and he wasn't there. I'm considering going to my GP about it, but he might just wave it off as stress.

I guess it couldn't hurt, though. Better that than what I first wanted to do, which was: whiskey. At least I'm not doing it now. One drink arrives in a dozen bottles...
-The Lexiconical-

The Picture

Right, so. I've got the picture. Had to take about thirty photos too many; had to put it on the floor and all kinds of other stupid stuff, since we kept getting distorted photos. Anyway.


I may not be an expert, but I can tell that this isn't from Lexi. If it is, there's a notebook he's got that he's keeping from us; you might not be able to tell in the photographs, but the way the page is torn is different from Lexi's notebooks; those are those ones where you can tear them off in a neat line. I'll have to get some sheets of paper off him so I can show you the difference, if you need them.

Oh, and that arson from a while back. Nothing's been found about it. No body, no suspect, nothing. My friend in the force is working on a different thing now (and I don't particularly care), so don't expect anything about that any time soon.

And as for those who care about Sub, she's just not that interested in posting now, I guess. I dunno, she's been pouting since we didn't take her to the carnival.

Perennial/Precipice

EDIT BELOW
Right, it's later. Still feeling really annoyed about this stupid, stupid, stupid picture. Whatever, I'll probably shove it in the cat's litter box or something.

Hooray, Hooray

Had some stupid letter in the post. Some stupid little doodle of... I dunno. I see it and think "policeman - the original Bobbie."

Whatever, you'll get a picture tomorrow. You guys seem to be experts in this kind of rubbish. Like that JAFool thing, pfffft.

Perennial/Precipice

Who Cares?

Sometimes, I get the urge to just shout and scream at my problems until they go away; leave me alone; bugger off.

Sometimes, I just ignore it. Maybe it'll go away.

Sometimes, I cry and cry and cry.

But in the end, it changes nothing. Why bother doing things, if all it leads to is nothing? All things become nothing; ergo, nothing shall simply defeat me.

I don't really care anymore. Siiiiigh.
-The Lexiconical-

I Think Lexi Might Need His Head Examined

Hi guys. Sorry we haven't been posting, we just kinda... forgot.

Anyway: you guys remember that Lexi and I have been mentioning the carnival thing? Well, it arrived last weekend and said it was staying until Thursday. So we've been going there repeatedly; tonight, was a little different. I'll be concise, since I want to get to the problem.

We went on the rides; what rides there were, anyway. The house of terror, the spinny teacups, all of that. Got candy floss, went on the spinny teacup things again. Didn't take Sub's camera with me, so no photos.

After having a generally good time (I won a fluffy wolf, for reference. Lexi's bought a new watch), we got ready to go home. We walked out of there, then Lexi turned around. Then tapped my shoulder.

"He's there."
"No, I'm here."
"No, no, no. My father. My father's there."

I froze. Lexi never mentions his father if he can possibly avoid it. So I got really scared; I looked behind me, out of the corner of my eye, over my shoulder. I could make out a person, I think. So I turned around. There was nothing there, except the darkness and the shadows. I laughed, patted Lexi on the back.

"Good one. Come on, let's go home."
"...yeah. Okay."

I'm a bit worried about this. My head feels like it's been ripped open and now my brain's cooling against the air. I'm not good with words, I just want to know why Lexi'd do this. Can you tell me? You haven't been commenting, but please help Lexi. He needs it.

Look, Lexi doesn't want to write in the blog at the moment. To be frank, neither do I. But you guys know better then us; we asked his mother, she just said "boys will be boys," which is aggravating. But come on. Do you know anything at all, anything that could help? Is it those photos? Is there something in them I haven't seen?

Perennial/Precipice

Hiya, Gang!

Yeah, that posting schedule is shot to hell by now. Maybe we'll have to rearrange it or something.

Anyway, I did say that I had photographs. I forgot about them with all of 'conical's shenanigans. Speaking of 'conical, I'm gonna up and second his "we are not related to Just Another Fool" thing. He gave me a phone call yesterday, and it looks like he got pretty steamed about the issue; I stopped paying attention abouuuut half way through, but I grabbed "how dare they compareme to a game" or some such. Think he needs some more Lemsips. Would ye mind dropping it, lads and lasses? I've asked Sub about it, and she hasn't heard of it either. We're naught to do with it; if you have dropped it, sorry to go on about it. Whatever, that's my addendum done.

~Photography Time~

The below are in reverse-chronological order. So, look at the lowest one first, then read up.





...yeah, this is only four of the photos... actually, only three. And we've got a ton of them. Wondering how to show them all to you, since we've got way more than it's practical to show off via Blogger. A YouTube slideshow would be crude... have our three viewers got any ideas? Since I've got a few ominous pictures (gonna have to check that cave out sometime), and some are a bit... distorted is the word. Not in the Marble Hornets sense of the term (thanks, 'conical, for showing me that. I may never sleep again |:), but the contrast keeps getting messed up. If I can find one in the archive, I'll have Sub or 'conical upload it. And as for doing a "comments" section, I've got little time for such shenanigans. 'Conical and possibly Sub can handle that. But the stuff with the notebook and the shoulder... brrr, chilly.

Also: hate ya for not naming this account what it should be, 'conical. And it isn't alliterative! I'm aware that your account isn't either, but at least they're... wossnames. They're one step away from being alliterative is what I'm trying to get across here, mate.

Perennial/Precipice

Penderyn is Really Nice

It's true! Sorry to worry any I did about my state, I just found the bottle on the desk and it may as well have arrived empty. And one drink arrives in five bottles... one bottle is one too many, I think. I've had a good wash now, wishing the shower was working, and have now rounded up what's left of the alcohol in my place and given it to Sub to look after. Along with some of my money; I've got enough for the rent and a few other things; I might be a drunk, but I'm not stupid. You just can't go back to drinking after you make everyone worry.

Our readership seems to have quadrupled, if we count "lurkerpants" as a separate person from the person who posted; to be personable, I'll go down the list...

Anthony: I've read up on Slender Man. Deliberate urban legend, apparently has roots in German myth. Could be real, could be fiction; but there's billions of people on this planet. He'd have more luck hunting down people from China, giving to the floods recently. Who'd notice another dead person?

"Anonymous": ROT13? Never heard of it. As for that the code translates to... kinda creepy. "Over the shoulder" might be a corruption of "over his shoulder," but who would "him" be? As for the corrupted tags... I hadn't noticed those at all. I'll try and get rid of them; I'll be sure to inform you if I post those again. Which posts have them, if you could tell me? And "beware gwyllion?" I'll be sure to keep a knife handy.

Terry Lynn Massey & "lurkerpants": The title's "U"? Any idea what that means? As for the 3/8/89 stuff, got any idea what that means? I googled it, but there's nothing terribly interested on there.

As for Just Another Fool... I've never heard of it. Sounds, y'know, interesting, as far those things go; bit tragic. But I really think that it's just a game, should be ignored. Bit of a coincidence between the letters "l o g a n" and all, but isn't it a staple of these Slender Man things that there's always a word jumble? That's probably what this is: a word jumble. Just Another Fool has nothing to do with me, or this blog. And I checked my Internet History, I've been meaning to clear it out: never been to Just Another Fool, even when pissed as a parrot.

As for my drinking... I don't really know. I guess I drink because I drink. No other reasons, I don't think. Whatever, I'm leaving the stuff alone for a while, Sub can take the whiskey and give me a bottle when I need it. Rationing can make one healthier, or whatever.

Away from the Comments
I have to make sections in my blog now, woo! Anyway: I'm feeling a lot better, but I've got a cold now. Gonna doctor it with loads of Lemsips. If I'm lemony in about an hour, you know what to blame.

*sometime later* Looks like I made the font colour too dark. Ah, well. Lemsips are having their effect. Y'could get addicted to these things, you know

Oh, and P/P's made a Blogger account, as you can see in the big ol' bar up there. If we invite anyone else to help us out with the typography, they'll either be rammed into that account or they can make their own. Whatever. Any volunteers, by the way? Ahaha.

Oh, and Sub's given me a new notebook. Doodled some vulgar imagery on the first page, should set a good precedent.

-The Lexiconical-

We've Found Him

We've found 'conical. He was in the woods, not far from where he lives, lying in a ditch, with about six bottles of whiskey lying in various places and pieces; we found him at, what, six o'clock this morning? I'm surprised he hasn't done this kind of thing before, it fits him to a T. And apparently, he can't remember a thing. Somehow, this doesn't surprise me. I'm more surprised at the fact that he hasn't needed to have his stomach pumped, but different strokes for different folks, I guess. He's covered in mud, so he's gone back to his flat with Sub. He said that he's going to have a bath, then keep working at his job. Fortunately, he's working from Thursday to Saturday this week, so he's still getting paid. He's still a bit hungover, so he'll probably be around later today.

He thinks that he's been pickpocketed or burgled, but I really doubt that. Given the mess in his flat and the amount of whiskey he's consumed, I don't think him losing thirteen quid or whatever is surprising. I asked him about his crazy post yesterday, but he says that he didn't post that, or at least doesn't remember posting it. Sub or I were hanging around his flat yesterday at various times, but it's plausible that we could have both been looking for him for half an hour or so. And we weren't looking for him that hard in the flat; maybe he stumbled in, typed it up, then went back to his ditch. Or something like that.

Anyway: thank you, Anonymous, for your help with the notebook bits. Lexi's the expert on this rubbish, I'll turn him over to you in a bit, he's good at cryptic stuff. He was always good at English, reading into things is practically a requirement for that sorta thing. And this definitely qualifies as cryptic. Got any clues about the ticking in that post below this one?

And as for bigotry: you've not heard of Bigotgate? Pity.

Perennial/Precipice

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Lexi's Missing

Hey, guys.

Lexi's missing. He hasn't been heard from since Sunday: his mobile phone was left in his room, his computer was left on, but the monitor was off. This blog was on the screen, as I found out when I turned the blog on. I phoned up P/P and told him to get up here.

We found the notebook. It's been nailed to his desk. As in, he's gotten a nail and just hammered it in. I'll have to get him a new one, I know what brand he likes. If we find him, that is. There's no signs of forced entry, his front door was unlocked.

Anyway, what happened was this. I went up to his flat, knocked on the door. Waited for a minute, then knocked again. I opened the door after that; the immediate smell was of whisky. Lexi's a bit of an alcoholic; he keeps a bottle of whiskey or two in his flat at all times. Him not answering the door's normal; when he's pissed, it's rare that he can stand up. He's a bit of a lightweight (or so he says), but he still drunks a ton. I think he just likes getting drunk. I dunno.

Anyway. I went into the kitchen; there was broken glass all over the floor. On the biggest fragment, I found a label. Penderyn. It's his preferred brand, he buys it as much as he can. He's told me it's the only reason he does part-time work; to keep his rent, and to buy whisky. He isn't always drunk, there's just one or two evenings a week were he won't answer calls, won't answer the door. Anyway: when I found the bottle, my thoughts were “oh, it's fine.” He might have just dropped the bottle when he'd finished it. There was some whisky on the floor, but there might have been something left in the bottle when he dropped it. So I moved onto the bathroom.

Then the second smell hit me. Like, ah, what's the word. I dunno, it'll come to me. Anyway: on the wall, I found the words “TYLWYTH TEG” repeated over and over. On the walls, in this thick, tar-lie black paint. Just repeated over and over. On the ceiling, the words/letters “Y DYN TAL TENAU???” were on there as well. Just those letters, facing the window. When we find him, we're gonna need to go over it in paint, I think.

I backed out of the bathroom, phoned P/P. I called Lexi a few times, didn't get a reply; waited for him outside the flat (with the door open) until P/P came up the stairs to the flat. Skipping through the other rooms (not much notable, sorry!), we went into the bedroom.

The smell of whisky was overpowering in this room. His computer was left on, with the monitor off (we found this out when P/P accidentally knocked the mouse off the mousepad, and it hit the wall; the speakers made a few clicking noises, so we turned the monitor on; it was on this blog page, as noted above; I think he might have accidentally posted something, but I've not flicked through the blog yet. Just sat down, logged into Blogger and typed this). I'd like to make some more descriptions, but besides what I've mentioned, it was all normal. We found another broken whisky bottle (looks like he threw it at the window; the window survived the bottle then bounced onto the floor and smashed), but that was it. All the windows were shut, the television turned off at the wall. So we went back into his kitchen; P/P turned on the tap, and noted that the water was clean. Maybe they'd fixed the water pipes, or something. Then we came back to our house.

I dunno. We're thinking of going to the police if he doesn't turn up by Wednesday. What do you guys think? Any ideas, thoughts, anything? It'd be helpful if you (all one of you, says P/P) could tell us what the notebook says, it might give us a few clues. Come on, I can go back to his flat and ask some questions if you want, but we're gonna have to go to the police sooner or later. P/P says he's gonna go and have a look-around in town for him. Maybe he's gone on a binge or something.

~Sub

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We're Baaaaaaack

Hello, faithful reader. We're back from our caravaning trip: I've discovered that Sub's feet smell worse than mine, that Sub has a crappy camera and that I'm the great photographerist /ever/. And that's a real word.

I took some photos with Sub's camera; she's gone up to 'conical's place to say that we're back, so I can't upload them. Mainly because I can't find the damn lead. Anyway: fun trip, we're doing it a few more times before September.

Anyway, I've been reading over 'conical's blog posts for, ahem, "teh lulz." Besides his notebook shenanigans (I'm sure he snorts mephedrone in his spare time), I just read his first one. "I'm sixteen" indeed; y'know, I've always theorised that he can't count. He's nineteen, for clarification. Two years my senior, we met after he kicked me in the nuts for insulting his mother.

Anyway, just wanted to say that we're back, and you can expect some photographs when we get back. Expect trees. I like trees.

Perennial/Precipice

Maybe I Should Burn It?

So, this isn't my day to post. But P/P and Sub aren't here, so I'm gonna use today to post.

I threw the notebook away yesterday, following by throwing the food recycling onto it. I saw the gravy stains run down the pages. So, this morning, I felt something uncomfortable under my pillow.

My readership of one should have worked out what it is was by now; the god-damned notebook. Without a single stain on it. Or maybe it's a new one; it looks like someone's either torn out the scribblings, or this is just a new one. I hope it's the Notebook Fairy, or I've been a victim of Breaking And Redecorating. And that's terrible.

Actually, I tell a lie. One of the pages does have something on it. More loony letters. I can't use my laptop camera at the moment (for reasons shown below), but I'll get one by Monday; I'm going to the Job Centre tomorrow, and don't intend to spend any time dealing with the letters.

Anyway; I'm gonna cut this short, as I can feel my stomach rumbling, so I'm assuming that the Chinese I had last night disagreed with me. So I'm gonna be spending the next hour or so on the toilet. But before I do that: can anyone tell me what the letters say? Sure, there might be some kind of code, but I don't know it! So, could someone just, please tell me? Post a comment, send an e-mail. Anything.

On another note; the water coming out of the tap's dirty. Bloody plumbing.

-The Lexiconical-

Smile!

Yesterday, I threw out my notebook. I tore out the relevant pages from it (the ones for my story, not my "artistic urges"), then threw it into the big green bin outside. Then I threw the food recycling on top of it.

Feeling a lot better; still got the flu, but it's fading. Guess that I'm just going to have to power through it; gonna take the Jack Russell and the Labrador for a walk later. It'll probably do me a world of good, since I don't think I'm getting out enough. Even in the British rain, haha.

Oh, and Sub and P/P might not be here on the weekend. They phoned up, saying that they were going caravanning for the weekend. I won't be using up their "posting days," but I'll be back on Monday. They said they were coming back Monday evening, so they should be 'round on the weekends.

Also; the fair's coming to town sometime in two weeks. Should be a laugh.

Oh, and I've edited this, as I wish to expound upon a love of mine. I really like clockwork; this may seem random, but I've always been fascinated by them. When I was a child, I used to stare at the grandfather clock that was in our living room. All of my clocks are clockwork, except the one on my computer. I keep all of my clocks as accurate as possible, and some of my writing is aboutjust clockwork.

Yeah, it's not that interesting, but it makes for a fun topic =P

-The Lexiconical-

I'm A Cowboy/On A Stale Horse, I Ride...

Damn, that's a good song.

Anyway, in our new arrangement, I'm gonna be up first. So you'd better get used to not seeing my ugly mug :P Might get my youngest sister to do a few blog posts with me, though. Just in case I run out of things to say. I'll just pass the keyboard over to her for a bit. But worry not, my fans, it shall not be permanent. I'll have to restrain my urge to fix up all of her typographical errors, though D:

Perennial/Precipice

y, halo thar. I'm P/P and Sub's younger sister. I'm ten years old, and my older brother's letting me type this (and constantly pointing out my errors whenever he looks back lol) while he cooks breakfast. Hang on wait, he's just about done.

-Sententia-

Right, back to me again. I won't edit out Sententia's bits, but I do encourage you to forgot all about them. She knows the password to the account, she can use it whenever she likes. Although, at the moment, I think we're one colour away from having a full Power Rangers team. Any volunteers to be our Yellow Ranger?

It's Me Again~!

Shwaa~ P/P is giving me the computer for a bit to type up this post.

I'm going to have to second P/P on the notebook things, Lexi :P Won't say bigot, though.

Uh, by the way; this is getting a bit messy. Since we're all updating every day, there's gonna be, like, three or four entries per day. So, here's what I think we should do. Alternate between the three of us; so, it's P/P tomorrow, Lexi the day after and me after Lexi. Then it's P/P again, then Lexi, then me. Should be less cluttered that way. If someone forgets to do their bit, well.

I dunno.
~Sub

P/P?

Some nickname you've give me there, 'conical. And if you keep posting stuff from that notebook, I'll come over to your house and shove it up your nose. And as for why you're doodling rubbish in your notebook, it's because you're a loo-

Aw, you covered it :P Jerk. I'll just go with; "'cause you're a bigot."

Anyway: I realised that it might be a bit hard to sift through Sub's posts to find my works of genius, so from now on, all of my posts will have the "precipice" tag. No other posts should have them, so keep an eye out for that if you can't see my green text.

As for interesting things (besides 'conical's bigotry), there's nothing new on the fire. The police are going over the stuff on the camera to check for, um.Things? Clues to the arson? I dunno.

Yeah, I've got nothing interesting to say.

Perennial/Precipice

I Feel Like an Arse, Putting These Up

And again. Yet more mysterious letters; there's no logo on it this time, but now there's two people. I have no idea what to make of this. If anyone has any theories about this (besides "you're a loony"), the comments section is there for a reason.

And correct, my hand has an expanded role in this. I had to prop the notebook up to get the smaller stick-figure in the shot. I do feel like a bit of a... moron? Putting these silly little notebook things online. Like it's all been done before, like I should just not do it. But I'll get superior answers from the Internet then from P/P or Sub.

And to think, yesterday, this blog post was gonna be about me wanting to expand my online vocabulary; in reality, my speech is a great deal more eloquent then on here. I guess I just think better normally. Oh, well. The carnivals coming 'round shortly. Maybe some candy floss will make me this all go away.

-The Lexiconical-

Oh, Bloody Hell

So, I woke up about ten minutes ago, feeling fine. Then I realised that my hand was covered in pen ink; my notebook was next to me, with a pen lodged in the ring-binding-things. I flicked it open to the page after the previous artistic urge.

Apparently, I've been drawing in it in my sleep. Goddamnit. Pictures to come.
-The Lexiconical-

Such a Card

Wow, Lexiconical. Your life is just one wacky occurrence after the other :P

For our one reader: you know how, when someone's drunk, you give them black coffee? We just mention Lexiconical's father; it's really sobering. It helps for when he gets out of hand xP

Anyway, on that arson: there's no sign of forced entry, from what the police can see. Of course, the place is torched, so it'll be quite hard to find anywhere that's been forced from the outside that isn't charred by now. Nobody phoned the fire brigade until it was too late; the fire was internal, before it suddenly started shooting out of the windows. We've found the body of the owner's cat; it was just outside the fire. Looks like it was strangled, presumably by the arsonist. We found another, unbroken camera that was found in the unburnt bedroom; it overlooks most of the room. It just shows him lying there for a few hours, then he gets up and opens the door. Then the tape just cuts. Well, except for the sound. There's still static in there.

Oh, and somebody pointed out that there was a top hat firmly affixed to the chimney. The police are currently pursuing the evil Santa Claus who's six months late; the crime was done with some explosive coal :P Someone's been a very naughty boy.

Yeaaaah, that's all I've got to say about this.

Perennial/Precipice

Yawn

2No funny dreams last night, by the way :P I did get an artistic urge when I woke up, but I didn't really do anything with it.

Kinda tired; you might expect a more full blog post later.

-edit-

I'm a bit confused at the moment, have to be honest; just wondering what to do now; think a kip will do me good.

So, just cooked myself some burgers, and now I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day. Ah, there are a few things to check, but they're silly things like the Weather *scare chord* - of course, there's always that blog about "Him" - I think it's slender Man? I feel bad for Mr. Strahm, of course and I wish him the best of luck in all that he does.

Going back to the notebook entry... enhhh, I don't feel comfortable looking at it. It just smells of something stupid and weird; especially the gibberish numbers and letters. No idea what they mean and I don't particularly care. Just wish that I'd get artistic urges that were artistic.

Gonna go have a nap in a bit.

Just Bricked Myself

Let's start this with a little opening. Now,the shower in my house isn't working at the moment; the piping's faulty, or something. So I have to have a bath to get clean. But when I want to use the bath, I've gotta leave the window open; since if I have a hot bath, it steams. If I don't open the window, the ceiling'd get riddled with damp. I've never liked that arrangement; I'm paranoid about someone peeking in.

I guess that'd explain the dream.

So, I'm in a steaming bath, kinda warm. Lathering myself with soap, then roughly brushing it off. It's quite relaxing; I guess I nodded off for a bit. Whether I did or didn't, I remember looking at the window, and seeing my father starting at me from the window. Just in the corner of it, keeping an eye on me.

Now, let's just leave it at this: my father is a literal and figurative bastard. He's dead now; had a heart attack when I was five. I didn't miss him much; anyway, he was in the window. He didn't speak, just stood there for a few minutes while I stared at him. I didn't blink. I didn't dare blink.

Then the dog started barking; it's a Labrador, she's really loud. I had a start and looked at the window again; he was gone. I assume that I'd just nodded off, and the dog barking woke me up. I went into the backyard afterwards; there was nobody there. My back garden has a really stupid design; if you get in, there's only one way out, and that's through the house. Nobody went through the backdoor, so I must have dozed off and had a nightmare.

I dunno, that window's really freaking me out now @_@ Gonna go get some real sleep now.

Well, Well, Well...

That's a, uh. Unique (?) bit of, uh, "artistry" there, Lexi :P

Anyway, sorry about my absence D: This blog kinda slipped my mind. I don't really have anything to talk about, sooo.
~Sublime

So, hi. I'm Sub's older brother (by a year, natch). I don't have a Blogger account, so Sub and I are going to be doubling up on her account. I'll keep my posts in this cool green font, and she can use her... redish, pinkish thing.

And unlike her, I have something to talk about. The arson attack up the road (Lexicon mentioned it, I think); I'm kinda surprised at it. The fire seemed to start from the inside; it went into every room except the one - the bedroom. There were iron crosses (well, iron bars bound into the shape of a cross with string) scattered around the unburned room; one of them was superglued to the door. Around the bed, there was a line of unbroken salt; all of the lights were off. A camera was over the bed, but there's only static on it and the lens is broken. I'm good friends with an investigator, and he told me that it's pretty damn unique. The owner of the house lived alone, and he's missing now. I think that a missing person investigation's due shortly. I dunno, I just need something to make up for Sub's crappy post.

Oh, and my username would be PerennialPrecipice if I ever made a Blogger account, so I'll be signing my posts off with that.

Perennial/Precipice

If you recall, I mentioned that I had that urge to draw; like, a week or so ago. And I finally got the bloody webcam to work to an acceptable standard, so here it is.



Got my thumb in the shot by accident :P Had to prop the notebook up on some furniture to get it in the shot. And even though Isaid "draw", most of that's letters; I dunno, I wouldn't call the method of putting them down "writing"; and when I try to replicate the drawing, I can't seem to get those letters right, like, at all. I might need to go over some of the writing more, it looks a bit faint; especially the logo-thingy in the middle.


Oh, well. I phoned up Sub, so she should be posting later today.

-The Lexiconical-

Bloody Sub

Whoops, sorry about that. Had the flu for a few days, still not feeling great. Mighta caught a bug off something. Sub should have been posting on here while I was ill, though :X I'll send her a text in a bit.

Anyway, I've been feeling pretty rotten recently, still not feeling awesome. There's been an arson in a house down the street; well, I think it's an arson. Police are saying nothing about it, but the guy who was living in the house has apparently gone missing and we're to keep an eye out for him. Whatever.

If Sub isn't posting, I'll see if I can get her brother to lend a hand around here, since I'm trying to keep this thing active, somehow-or-another.

Also: I wish that they'd stop talking about Raoul Moat on the news. It's getting annoying :X
-The Lexiconical-

... whoops!

Oh, whoops! My bad, I totally forgot about writing this yesterday D: Lexi's got the flu, so I don't think he's gonna be posting for the next few days.

Anyway, I've experimenting with lucid dreams as of late, but not much has come of it xD; Can't seem to get any, if you know what I mean. I'm not very good at this.

Sorry for the brief post, gotta rush!
~Sublime

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Another boring day for me. Went for a walk around town; there's some new graffiti, but that's about it. Didn't have another funny dream last night, still trying to get this laptop camera working properly. Can't find the right program. Didn't have any artistic urges this morning, though :P

Oh, and Sub pointed out that it wasn't just the alternative vote thing being discussed yesterday. I wasn't paying attention, leave me alone! D:

So, uh. Favourite foods is the next (generic) topic I have; I'm quite partial to chicken, but I like pretty much any kind of meat. Wouldn't say no to chocolate, either. Damn, I'm hungry now. I've got some chicken and rice on though, so that's my afternoon meal.

Gonna duck out now, I really should turn that rice off.

Bwah, Business Suits

So, hi. Found a way to get my posts in a more standard format, so that's good.

Now, I've found a few interesting subjects: firstly, blah towards the announcement of the "alternative vote" thing being done next year (announced by the British Parliament today), especially since I don't think I'll be able to vote for it. I'm in favour of it, but don't really care so much for it. Did find the whole issue of local elections pretty funny, though. Even if most of the British public has trouble tying their own shoelaces.

Onto something about me: have you ever had the burning desire to draw something? I had one this morning, and grabbed the notebook I use for my writing (since I kinda wanna be an author, and keep a notebook on my bedside table in case I get the urge to write in bed), flicked to a new page and drew it; if I had a camera, I'd show y'all. If I could get the camera on my laptop to start working, I'd totally take a photo... I had a funny dream last night, but I can't really remember it; I should write them out from now on, I think. I probably won't remember that, though :P

There's also, like, a ton of business men coming into town. Some new local council building being built, or so I heard; you know, men in black suits, white shirt, black tie. Lots of shaved heads, it's apparently all the rage. I think I saw a women in that getup. Brrrr, don't want to see that again. I've always felt unsettled by people in suits; just one of many things to have that effect on me.