Record I: Doowylloh is self explanatory

I am currently doing a headlog, recording what is going through my thoughts, along with my actions. I walk through a set of heavy iron doors. I push them open easily, ferrokinesis being one of the many tricks under my hat. I close them shut, welding them together with a tight bond of fire and steel, pyrokinesis also being another power under my belt. No one could get in now. I walked sometime into the hallway, until I got to a door with a large plaque.

This is the right place. I knock, and hear a bang, as if someone has stood up quickly. I hide around the corner, just in time to see a shaded figure wearing a hat, cursing and muttering under his breath. “They allowed that thing to be AIRED?” the figure said, louder than the rest of his ranting. I laughed, as he has a point—Mister Oculus is the oddest show. Ever. No argument there. I came for what I need. I stepped inside. A women walked out from behind a blackout curtain, possibly to cover the recording studio from extra light. She looks at me quizzically. Before she could speak, I say, “I’m an extra. For the show?” She nods, and gestures me to the curtain. I heave an internal sigh of relief—she didn’t discover my lie. My right wing itches, wanting me to leave—it has been tucked under there too long. I take off my jacket in a flurry of movement, surprising the girl. She has a name, but I do not know it. I guessed it was one of the stars, or maybe the receptionist. She looked at me blankly. “Who are you?” She asks me. “Me?” I ask, playing for time. “Yes, you.” “Me… Well, that’s an easy one.” I pause. “Yes?” “I am Seaderus B. Blackout. C’ya later, sucker!” I flap my wings, bursting out a window, falling. At the last second, I loop back up to the window. “You better not tell anyone about this. You’re finale will come… Early.” With that final threat hanging in the air, I swoop down, over the gates of Doowylloh, and into a open door. It leads to a small apartment, which was owned by me. I am sitting down in a chair, hacking into this blog, and I am about to publish it. Of course, what you are reading is very recent. Don’t go looking for me. I won’t let you live. ~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 19:14, Monday, December 16, 2013.