Ten

Damn it damn it damn it fucking damn it I especially hoped Blair would be back by this point. I can’t get through it damn it fucking damn it

Ugh the nosebleeds have started and won’t stop. Curtis and Sheryl keep bringing me napkins and tissues and whatever else but goddamn it, it isn’t enough. Why the hell can’t I run from this, everything else you can run away from even if it just puts off the inevitable

Fuck it feels like there are blades beneath my face and in my blood. It’s getting everywhere shit shit shit shit shit

Got to make it stop

Got to stop for a while

I’ll explain to Sheryl later

Curtis will do.

Nine point five

‘Playtime with Mikey, is very, very fun!’ Bull-freaking-crap.

‘Mikey’ is this sad-sack looking Australian monkey that gestures too much and surrounds himself with a bunch of kids with these wide eyes and smiles that quiver. I know those smiles. This show is fucked, just like Candle Cove was. It’s just off, and the worst part is, you wouldn’t know unless you were looking for it.

I didn’t get enough of it recorded, but what I did manage to get, I’m going over again and again and looking for any trace of a Tower. I don’t think we’d be that lucky, but if I don’t do something I’ll go fucking crazy.

It’s just so goddamn frustrating. I can’t concentrate on anything with this pain in my nose and this irritating theme tune and it’s hard to watch this when I know these kids are probably on Missing Children posters somewhere in the world.

I’ve got such a bitching headache that I might have to go out and kill something just to make myself feeling like I’m putting the pain to good use.

If anyone who reads this sees any trace of this show, let us know. I can’t do this on my own.

Curtis just sees static. Thank god Sheryl seems to be focusing better and can watch the damn show, otherwise I’d give up on this altogether.

… I don’t mean that. I can’t give up on Blair. S/he wouldn’t give up on me, if our positions were switched. Which I actually wish they were.

Dispute Against Madness

Nine

There is nothing that can help us. No hints or explanations and certainly no freaking maps to this FUCKING TOWER. It’s been a week with no progress, and we can only imagine what’s happening to Blair.

Daisy Chain hasn’t been putting any other news on her blog, and we’re stalking it religiously. We’re waiting for a single sign that she’s killed hir, and so far there’s nothing. I can’t even tell what I want anymore. I hope Blair is dead. I hope s/he isn’t dead and that there’s hope, but I haven’t got a freaking clue how that would even be possible at this point.

I haven’t felt like such a stupid, helpless little girl since I quit hooking. I couldn’t prevent this from happening, I can’t figure out what’s going on with that creepy doll of Sheryl’s which I swear to god is watching me right now, and I can’t even find this fucking show. We’re grabbing motel rooms whenever we can and we’re down to our last twenty dollar bill, and not once have I been able to find ‘Playtime with Mikey’ – how the hell am I supposed to find

Wait

Wait shit I think this might be it

I’ll finish this later. 

Message Received.

‘The Screaming Tower’.

Neither Alyssa or I have the faintest idea how to find it.

Sheryl had enough money to rent us a single room at a cheap motel, for the night, and we were fortunate in that the owners are ‘used to odd occupants’; they did not bat an eye over Windmill, though the older gentleman remarked that his eyes must have been going, because our horse seemed to have a blue tinge.

While she had offered to help, already, Sheryl took an even greater interest in Blair’s message when Alyssa began to explain what she already knew.

This Tower is the dwelling of the Wooden Girl, producer of Dolls. We are still uncertain as to whether or not Sheryl’s Doll is linked, but it seems likely.

I have been delegated the task of online research while Alyssa scours television channels, looking for something; she says that, as an Archivist, she is uncertain as to whether or not I will be able to view the channel in question.

She also refuses to broaden her explanation past:

“I’m looking for a show I watched when I was really little. Just trust me, it’ll help.”

Blair, if you see this, we’re working on finding you. Your message helped, and we promise you, we won’t sit back while you suffer.

Alyssa and Curt help me

She’s still showin’ me things. twisted shit. makes the nights as bad as the day.

i think i only manage to sleep at all because it makes daisy Chain happy. REAlly can’t take much More of this between her and the vision. i'm goin’ INsane, God help me.

days go like This:

Open my eyes. Wait for daisy chain to notice i'm awake. tell her what i saw in my drEam. usually i lie about it but it don’t matteR.

The Vision shows me all the torture Daisy Chain’ll put me through when I wake up next mornin’. She giggles like a little girl and tries to tilt my face to look at her. Whispers in my ear. She tells me, I don’t have to endure it. Just got to be hers. She’d help set me free. Help me set myself free.

I ain’t giving in. Every day, though, gets a little harder. Wears into me a little more. Cuts me deeper than Daisy’s rope.

I try to fight going to sleep. Amazing, that I can sleep in this place at all. It never stops. Ever. But Daisy, she blocks it out for a little bit. Puts her hands over my ears, kisses my eyelids to keep ‘em closed. Waits until I pass out and then she just waits.

I don’t know if she wants me to break and let Her own me. Sometimes she makes it sound like the Wooden Doll plans on puttin’ me on strings before the Vision can sway me. Either way, I’d rather die.

Don’t know what’s keepin’ that in me anymore. I just want it all to stop. I’d

I’d give aynthing forit to end

Please Ambrose, Clara, get me out of hell, can’t take another night and I can’t take what follows.

A Message To Daisy Chain.

http://tyingstemstogether.blogspot.ca/

You were a tad too overt in your comment, Daisy Chain.

I swear on everything I know, and everything I’ve forgotten: for every hurt Blair suffers, Alyssa and I will ensure you feel it twice over.

Eight

Curtis confirmed for me that he got some bullshit anonymous comment, too, and I’m more than a little pissed off right now. I keep hearing/seeing more Marked lurking around, we’re not hearing anything about Blair – no one on the Runner circuit has seen hir, and if they have, they’re not telling – and every time I think I might have an idea, or Curtis thinks he has a lead, we wind up being flat wrong. We get maybe two steps, then hit the wall.

If I seem frustrated, you’re wrong. I’m ready to gut the next freaking irritating person to look at me sideways, and if I can do it through the Internet, you can fucking bet I will.

I was going to say ‘fuck it’ to this whole blogging business and stick to what’s important – looking for Blair the old-fashioned way – but Curtis pointed out that this commenter obviously knows something. He suggested that I post something to give them the opportunity to be a cryptic assclown.

So, come on, you anonymous prick. What have you got?

Dispute Against Madness