The Guy rooted to the wall

So I talked to that rooted in guy today, I could probably describe him better... Well imagine a normal looking man in his 40s with roots protruding from all over his body, embedding themselves into the walls and floors as such. The guy looks to be at peace with it though, he just usually sits in the corner, drinking what looks like cider.

So anyway, I went over and talked to him today, I needed to socialise I guess, it helps me forget things for a while... "Uh... Hi there..." I said, I was kind of nervous talking to him, excluding Jack, it's been a while since I've talked to someone. "Why hello there, young man! How can I help you?" he said, rather cheerfully actually, oh and yeah I'm male again, I came into contact with some teenager the other day, I'm about a 15 year old, blonde kid now, always a fun age...

Anyway, we kind of just chatted for a while, I asked stuff about him and his abilities, which he answered happily, I guess I'll just write what I learned here, rather than write the whole conversation.

Root Guy:

- His abilities started since he was about four years old, although the roots began growing faster as he grew older.
- The roots absorb any nutrients they can get, meaning if they were wrapped around a person, then they'd start sucking the life out of said person.
- He can feel the roots, meaning if you chopped them up, it would hurt him.
- Root Guy's name is Alan Tide.
- He can control where the roots go to a certain extent, they're quite slow, so it's not like he has tentacles at his disposal.

Well those were the interesting points I learned anyway, I didn't do a lot else otherwise today. Well there was actually a bar fight earlier today, I don't know who the two fighting people were, but I could've sworn I saw them both talking to Jack before... But I'm not going to start getting paranoid.

I'll end the post with that I guess, just came on to write about my day. It was nice having a conversation with someone.

It almost made this pain go away...

Jack

I've been chatting to a bunch of people here about that man from the last post, they told me his name is Jack and that he's probably hung around this club longer than anyone here. The main thing that unsettled me is the fact that every person I asked tell me that he will never talk unless spoken too, it just makes me wonder why the heck am I the different one?

Oh and I guess I didn't describe what he looked like either. He was pretty dressed like a stereotypical bad guy... He was wearing this large trench coat, a fedora that was tipped to cast a shadow over his green eyes. He had dirty blonde hair, fairly short, clean shaven... Without the clothes he'd look quite normal, I think, well besides that stench, not a gagging stench, but you could kind of smell something bad on him. That last part is probably me being paranoid...

I shouldn't get freaked out but, this man has been stalking me... I just can't understand why he would do that, what is so special about me. All I seem to do is get people killed... Whatever, I'm not thinking about that.

It's good to not be looking like that Plague Bitch anymore though...

Corner of my Eye Guy

Been hanging around here for a few days now and for a bunch of Eldritch crap filled people, they are all sickeningly cheery... A lot of them just have rather mundane abilities, like causing electronics to break around them or something. No changelings except for me though, doesn't matter. The door guy, Jeff told me that a lot of the Eldritch touched (That's what they seem to call themselves) come and go around here.

Then there was that guy... He sat down on the chair opposite of mine, at the table I was sitting at and just looked into my eyes. I was about to tell him to leave me alone before he began to say "You're full of misery, aren't you... You just continue to watch people you care about leave, whether it's them dying or them being angry with you..." I just stared, shocked at what he was saying. He grinned and continues "But it's not just misery is it Skyles, oh no, not at all. It's anger, so much anger... Why do you deserve this you wonder, it's not your fault but people seem to blame you for everything."

I began to get up at this point, I didn't want to hear this, but I found I could no longer move, I was stuck staring at him, as he continued. "Then there's the hatred... Everyone seems to have it easier than you and you hate them for that. Even with the other changeling... She was able to make physical contact without changing and as much as you tried to conceal it... there was that tinge of jealousy."

"Shut up!" I screamed at him, finding I could move again. Everyone in the place turned to watch us. The man just grinned at me, got up and strolled away. I could only just watch him in horror. This man... It's him, the corner of my eye guy...

He's been watching me since the start of this blog.

Went to the Address

That address led me to what would look like some underground nightclub. I came up to a door, and straight away a peep hole opened, revealing a pair of eyes, staring at me. The guy didn't say anything, just pretty much staring at me, it didn't particularly bother me, I didn't care. I began telling him while I was there when suddenly he yelled "Changeling!"

I looked at my body in alarm, thinking I was changing without noticing again, but no, I was still stuck as that plague bitch... I looked back up at the door, to see that it was now opened, with a fairly large man looking down at me, smiling warmly, I hadn't seen a smile like that in a while, it was nice. But that doesn't matter.

"Welcome!" he said to me happily and began leading me into the building, I couldn't help but notice that he made an effort not to come into contact with me. "Don't worry, I know how your power works, sweetheart, I'll make sure not to start it." he told me. I just shot him a puzzled look and asked "How do you know about my ability?" We entered a room and he chuckled saying "Don't ya know? We all have powers here, mine of course being to see others."

I looked around the room, to see an arrangement of people sitting around what could only be described as a Gothic version of the bar from cheers. Some of them looked normal, some of them well... I'll just say that one of them was rooted into the walls from roots growing out of them.

This should be interesting.

The Silver Haired Man

I looked down the edge of the cliff, preparing to jump, no one would find my body there, my body would just be left alone, seemed suitable. As I began to step off, I heard a voice come from next to me saying "Giving up?" I turned to see a silver haired man sitting on the side of the cliff, staring out into the sea, he looked to be in his 30s, his eyes were bright blue, almost being cyan.

I turned back to look down the cliff edge again, saying nothing. He sighed and softly told me "I know what it's like to be lonely Skyles..." I looked back at him as he continued "To have no family... To feel like you have no place in this world..." He turned to look at me, his cyan eyes almost piercing into my being. "It hurts doesn't it..." he asked.

"Who are you...?" I asked, beginning to tear up. He turned back to look out into the sea "It's not important for now..." he said softly, I didn't push on, but walked over and sat down next to him, staring out into the sea as well. "Skyles... make yourself a place in this world..." He handed me a piece of paper and stood up. He looked down at me, his eyes meeting mine "You have so much to look forward too..." He started walking away, as I turned back to gaze down the cliff edge one more time.

The paper had an address on it, I guess I'll go there.