Cecil's Journal

Day 7: Day Off

I have some strange news my journal, apparently I have the day off!

I received the call earlier today. It was from an intern named Katie. She told me in a voice with a tone I couldn't decipher that there was a coming up with Station Management. Turns out that Mark the Intern went in and never came out. Katie is texting me now. She says that there are strange noises and what seems to be groaning. I fear for Mark. I fear that his ominously perfect knowledge of my coffee preferences and his strangely positive demeanor are to be quashed by station management.

On a more positive note, the Sheriffs secret police claim to have one of the men who have been causing the murders! This comes as a shock because the sheriffs secret police rarely ever catch a suspect, let alone the right one! He matches the description of the man sneaking into the library. Dark skin, scruff, Latino, perfect hair, suit and tie. He seemed to be a less perfect clone of Carlos. The sheriffs secret police have not released the name of the suspect but they do say that he isn't talking. He is just breathing heavily and glaring at a tattoo of an eye on his wrist.

Eerie.

I am planning on going out today my journal. I am sad to say it will not be with Carlos however as he is busy with his science and whatever. Ugh. Of course when I have a day off he has to go to work. Such is life though. I guess.

I am planning on going to a new boardwalk that just opened! I know what your thinking, (except you can't think because your a journal) Your thinking "how can there be a boardwalk in the middle of the desert?"

The answer is why not.

Why not have a boardwalk.

The boardwalk features a many variety of rides and booths and even a really neat sounding animal exhibit. The thing that makes this the neatest is the fact that some of these animals aren't from here! They're from a way off place called Africa! There are elephants and lions and these weird freaks of natures called ostriches. Terrifying things. They stick their heads in the ground. How don't they have brain damage? 

I am getting ready to go so I'll write to you later.

YOU AREN'T GOING TO BELIEVE IT JOURNAL.

I received a text message from intern Katie while I was ogling the Ostrich. The text reads, "Cecil! Station Management is calming down. Also, there are sounds that seem to be Mark talking to it! I don't know why I'm still here as all work was sent home in fear of Station Management. I guess curiosity killed the intern but whatever."

She goes on to ask what I was doing and say that she'll text me any new details. I replied that if she died I wasn't doing her paperwork. Was that rude sounding of me? I don't like paperwork...
The mind blowing part however is the latest text I received. She says that Station Management has left the building. Or at least she thinks it was station management. She says that it didn't look at all like how she had imagined station management. Instead it was tall, thin and its skin was jet black. The being being had multiple limbs and eyes all down its arms. It had a mouth curved int is sharp toothed smile and hooded deep red eyes. It looked content and happy. It was humanoid in a way, she says, save for the six black feathered wings and the trail of smoke it left as it walked. It was followed by Mark the secretary who had a giddy smile on his face. He was holding one of Station Managements many hands and was careful not to touch one of the eyes. He looked happy and Katie claimed he was talking to Station Management in a
Garbled language she couldn't understand. She says she is disturbed and intrigued.

Well. That happened.

So Ostriches... They're just as weird as was described to me. They have huge necks and feathered fat bodies with long legs and a wide beak. Apparently, they can't fly. I was shocked and asked one of the staff for answers. They all just shrugged and said it was just the way it was. HOW? ITS A BIRD! HOW CAN IT JUST NOT FLY? Ugh. Birds am I right?

Something really interesting happened at the boardwalk though. As I rode the Ferris wheel, a delicious puff of cotton candy in my hand, I caught a glimpse of a figure matching the description of Katie's Station Management riding the wheel with Mark the Intern! It was weird to say the least but who's to judge someone for who they love?

If what I'm seeing is love.

After my full day off, I think it's time for me to go. I am back in my own home after receiving a phone call telling me it was okay to return. I still don't know who it was on the other line. It certainly wasn't a member of the sheriffs secret police but if it means being back in my own bed, I'll take the call from anyone.  

I really do enjoy writing this.

Goodnight Journal.

Goodnight Station Management.

Goodnight Mark the Intern

Goodnight Nightvale.

Authors note: So yeah.
Station management/Mark the intern?
It seemed nice when I thought about it okay. It was nice writing about Cecil's happy moments rather him being scared over Kevin. I like writing the happy humor filled chapters. I guess that's all I had to say.
Goodnight!
-Optic