Directionally Challenged (Among Other Things...)

Okay. We uh...we aren't in Oregon yet. Uhm...there's a couple reasons for that.


We decided making a straight shot from Montana to Portland might be dangerous because we said we were going to do it, so we decided to confuse things and mess up the whole intended route. This sounded like a good idea.


This was not a good idea.

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We aren't totally sure where we are now.

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Except it's somewhere extremely sandy and dry. We're getting really shitty wifi. We haven't seen any signs in a while.


But deserts are supposed to be safer, right? That's what M said, I think. Treeless places and out on the water is good.


We don't have a boat. So we're camping here until we find a town or something.


Sandy and treeless is safe. It's okay to sleep here...

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We got jumped again. I have to keep saying that to myself. The radio keeps cutting out. That doesn't make me feel better.


And we got hurt this time. Nothing broken on anyone. But lots of cuts. And bruises.


It was coming out of Colorado. We knew where we were then. We've just been on this road for awhile and no signs or anything. But like...Colorado and it's trees...it's so pretty there. I definitely wouldn't knock it for a vacation spot. It was nice. But that fucking forest...


It was in the middle of the road blocking our path. Seth revved the engine. Casey punched him in the shoulder. "Uhm, where did that get Jack and Stephanie when they tried it? Don't you dare."
I was amazed she remembered that but I wasn't about to point that out. Alex and I picked up the bats at our feet.


And they were on us. They had something lit on fire and were preparing to throw it. We did not waste any more time staying in the car. It was jump out and meet them and the monster or risk the entire vehicle possibly exploding.


It turned out that the flaming object was filled with tacks and small stones, so when it exploded we got rained on. That's the scratches.


The rest was just fighting off the bastards. It didn't step in once. It just watched. It didn't do anything until I saw Alex standing in front of it huffing and dragging his bat. And then it just let out the horrible screeching sound. And all the crow proxies left.


Alex doesn't know what happened, but he had a horrible migraine so he thinks Todd was responsible.


This is the longest the radio's been on since I started typing. Huh.


I'm suspicious.


Two of us keep watch, the rest sleep, switch two hours later. That's our plan.


For right now, dinner time.


Let's hope it's a peaceful night...

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Montana

We're somewhere in the south western part of it, we think.  It's only about 60 right now, so Seth and Bran are freezing their tiny butts off. It's been 80 to 90 where we're from. At least we aren't here in the middle of winter. Wouldn't that suck?


We've stopped trying to think about Aiden's latest revelation. It's too confusing to wrap our heads around. Psychology is some intense stuff. See, I might know a thing or two about what's going on right no- wait no I wouldn't. Because I would have started college in September. Whelan would have started tomorrow. Seth would already be in his senior year of high school, starting yesterday.


We think we're going to make it to Oregon late tonight or early tomorrow. We're following like...a weird pattern to confuse things if anyone's following us. At least we get to see a lot of stuff this way. We're also running out of packed food, so it might be time to go out and get some more. And do the laundry again. Alex, Seth, and Skyler got distracted by a fountain in another city we stopped out at and decided to secretly remove coins from it, so now we have a metric fuck ton of quarters we don't know what to do with. We've been shoving some in vending machines we pass. Surprise free food/soda to whoever finds it! (They're good for laundry too, I guess. I GUESS.)


Last night we had a sort of "party" with a little late night picnic and some sparklers we found. Because Branwen likes fire and if it's within her reach good luck getting it off of her. It's amazing she's not a pyromaniac by now. But yeah...just celebrating the fact that Aiden's still alive. We're comin' to see you soon, bro.


Oh dammit. Now I'm using Seth's speech pattern too...


I guess we were also celebrating that we've somehow graduated from spazzy teenagers to mother fucking ninjas. Or crow proxies are just really uncoordinated. Either way, we were jumped earlier last night too. Something else that should be noted: Branwen and I are straight up dangerous with blunt instruments. Look out.


It reared it's ugly stupid head a few times on our journey too. We're still alive, so we're not going to freak out about it. Its jackassery can be ignored for now.




I think that's all for now. We're going to go into town for supplies (maybe grab a couple baseball bats) and then head out.




See you later, folks.

How should we feel?

Everything about Aiden, I mean. We started moving west towards Oregon, but Branwen (of all people) made us stop.


Because...we'll never catch him and we probably won't change his mind even if we do.


Which is completely reasonable and makes sense, but the idea of letting one of our friends voluntarily go towards death doesn't sit well with any of us...


I'm posting here because as long as I'm with the group, there's really no reason to post on Todd's blog, is there?


We're somewhere in Colorado now. I'm not sure of the exact route we're taking. It's a bunch of confusing loops and turns. (I thought zigzagging only applied to running...)
We've caught sight of a our missing persons reports. We're trying to keep out of sight. I was sent in to buy a bunch of hair dye and cosmetics in a store a little ways back. Right now Casey and Bran are working on Skyler's hair which is...um...no longer a nice natural blonde.


We haven't heard anything about the FBI becoming involved yet. Right now, we don't care. No news is good news right?






We still...don't know what to do...

This isn't happening...

Please just...I thought it would be better...we were doing so well and...everything was okay and nothing bad happened and...



I think I'm going to be sick...

Adventure Time

Because that's what Seth keeps shouting any time anyone utters the phrases "leaving", "running", or other related words.


Good on ya for trying to keep our spirits up.


We didn't plan to stay at Ai's this long, but then the thing with Brennon happened and yeah. You know.


But it's time to go now. It's stopped raining so much, so it's safer to drive. Bran's running around saying her goodbyes. And then we'll be off. Where? Who knows? Pick a direction and drive.


Ohgodthisstorm. I do not want to be driving in it. For Bran and Seth and Alex it's like the most exciting thing ever. Like we're in a movie and this is some climatic scene where we run away. Thunder rolling, rain pouring, lightning flashing, and a siren - oh yeah there's a siren going off. This adventure scene comes complete with all the bells and whistles.


Alex is upset because he hasn't been able to post his adventure yet and he wants to tell everyone all about it. He'll have to wait until we've stopped somewhere. Cool your jets, Alex.




But...I guess this is it. We're ready to go.






Thanks so much, Aiden and Brennon and Malkin and Chas. And Taben, when he was stable...and Ryan when he was alive. For everything. From all of us.






Here's hoping you here from us soon.

"Dear Diary..."

"...Alex has the potential to be a bad ass. Todd must be so proud."

He's so happy with himself right now. A couple times he's realized the powers he used were dark and he didn't necessarily like them, but then he would remember that he helped save someone's life and he'd go off on a happy spree again.

Nobody has the right to ruin this for him, and if they do I will deck them.

If feel like we're almost the same person, except he's a guy and he has none of his original friends left. Well that's okay. Because we're adopting him into our group.

Packing Up

Everyone's up here at Seth's loading the car. We made sure neither of his parents were home to see us doing it.

I guess we're going to get Alex/Todd/Whoever's Awake At The Time when we get up to Aiden's.

We don't think these stupid spray bottles of salt and holy water actually do anything anymore. I'm starting to think they never did anything in the first place. It's just all false hope, like the Constants and the salt circles and everything else we tried. It won't hurt to bring them, though.

If we leave in about...20 minutes...we should be there by at 2:00 at the latest. We think. We'll see how it goes. Once we get there we can get the rest of this stuff settled, maybe camp there for a day, and then head out.

I just saw Aiden's most recent post...and the comment Taben left on it...color me concerned.