Mayor Blue

From the Diary of Cerulean Saffron

Some days I hate being the oldest kid in Nowhere. I'm in charge of everything: from feeding the little ones, to washing their scrapes, to rocking them to sleep at night when their homesickness is too much to bear. And honestly, I don't mind any of that stuff. Most of it is actually pretty gratifying.  

It's the other stuff I hate. Like when the Outlawz prank us, or when Mayor Blue attacks.

He attacked us last night. He took one of our own. And poor Indigo was right there to witness it. Her name was Catalina. She was ten and came to Nowhere from San Diego. I met her at Gruesome Point like I meet all the newcomers. She'd only been here for a week when it happened.

Indigo saw it happen. They were in the kitchen. Catalina wanted a drink of water but was too scared to go by herself because it was dark so she took Indigo with her. Indigo said that Catalina had just raised the glass to her lips when he took her.

There was a ripping sound. She said it sounded like a giant ripped through thousands of pieces of paper all at once. Catalina dropped the glass. It shattered on the floor. Then she screamed, and something yanked her backwards. Indigo couldn't see what it was. She said it was like something picked Catalina up off the floor and yanked her backwards into the air. Then there was a pop, like the air shook, and she was gone. But Indigo could still hear her screaming for almost a full minute after.

This is the nightmare that we live with everyday. We are trapped in this place we call Nowhere. Trapped with the evil Mayor Blue. He can take any one of us, at any time. We know this. And there is nothing we can do but stick together, and find whatever reasons to smile that we can.

And hope. All hope is never lost. Not even in Nowhere.

Somewhere Police Department

From the Desk of the Chief of Police

To: Mayor Orange

From: Chief Burgundy

RE: Hope theft

I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your serious consideration of our mutual problem. Ardor Labs and the Friends of Somewhere's Recycling Committee have been applying a fair amount of pressure on the police department to solve the ongoing thefts from the recycling center. This is a law enforcement issue but there is definitely room for political action. Magenta Vermillion, head of public relations at Ardor Labs, is calling the thefts industrial sabotage. But we must not rule out other possibilities: for example, diversion. The stolen hope may have been sold on the black market. I doubt there is a demand for illicit hope in our own city, but what about other places? Nowhere, perhaps?

I believe that our joint efforts will clear up this matter in a timely fashion. Hopefully, before the completion of the Roy G. Biv highway. 

OUTLAWZ FOREVER!!

Navy's Scribbles

I showed them today! Denim and the others think they are so tough, they never treat me like they should but I was the one who showed them what to do when the Hope is stale.  ME. I knew hanging that look-a-like doll today would be a great idea and they did it, too. (Azure called the doll something. It has a name, but I forget.) Just like I knew they would. They will see, this will change everything, I am going to show the Outlawz I am not to be messed with, not by Scarlet or anyone else. This is just the first step. When we get more Hope the other guys will see that I know what I am doing and they will look to me as the guy who got them Hope.

Stale hope kills.

OUTLAWZ FOREVER!!

Nowhere Report

Somewhere City Hall

Memorandum

From: Amarillo Saffron

To: Mayor Orange

Re: Data gathered for Nowhere report

Mayor Orange:

I've attached my initial findings for your consideration. I hope I'm not speaking out of turn when I ask if you knew about any of this before you started planning for the Roy G. Biv highway project. The data is startling to say the least. I can only imagine that the president of Ardor Labs would not want to locate their new facility on contaminated land. I'm not questioning your judgement, sir. I want this highway built as much as you. I'm going to continue my research. Perhaps I'll be able to find other sources of information that prove that this data is faulty.

Findings

Median age of Nowhere residents: 13

Unemployment rate: 100%

Average Highest Level of Education Achieved: 7th grade

Acres of Arable Land: 0

Population: Unknown

The Outlawz

From the Diary of Cerulean Saffron

Mayor Blue isn't the only bully in Nowhere. There's also the Outlawz.

God, they piss me off. As if the little ones didn't have enough to worry about. First they're stolen from their homes and families and locked up in this god forsaken town, then they're terrorized by Mayor Blue. And now they have to deal with those stupid punk Outlawz? It's simply too much.

If Denim, or Azure, or Navy, or Cobalt show their dumb faces around here again, they're gonna have to deal with ME! That's a promise.

ROY G BIV HIGHWAY PROJECT CREATES A RIFT AMONG SOMEWHERE RESIDENTS

54% of Residents Polled Look Forward to the So-Called "Road to Nowhere" while 45% Call the Mayor's Pet Project an "Impending Disaster"

Fern Viridian, staff reporter

I spoke with Mayor Orange today, less than a month before construction is scheduled to begin on the Roy G. Biv highway, about his feelings concerning the project. I also asked him about public opinion polls which show that only a mere fifty-four percent of citizens are in favor of the future highway.

"What do you say to those who call the highway a vanity project?"

Mayor Orange frowned. "I'd remind them that the Roy G Biv highway will create jobs--good, stable jobs with sizable incomes. The sorts of jobs that fuel the American dream. Without the highway the new Ardor Labs facility would just be a proposal sitting on a shelf in an office somewhere, ignored. It would be a pipe dream. Instead, by this time next year it will be open and there will be hundreds of new opportunities for Somewhere residents."

"That brings me to my next question. Detractors are saying that the highway itself isn't a bad idea, but the location of it is. Why a road to Nowhere? We don't trade with Nowhere. And you yourself have stated that Nowhere's Mayor is opposed to the project."

"Mayor Blue may be opposed to the highway but I suspect that the average Nowhere resident would favor it, if he understood what it could mean for his quality of life. Nowhere is...strangely cut off from the outside world. We don't know much about that city. And Mayor Blue is an enigma."

"My mother used to tell me tales about Mayor Blue when I was a child."

"Oh yeah?" Mayor Orange chuckled.

"Yeah. I never used to think he was real. To me, he was like a boogeyman."

"He still is, to a lot of people."

All Hope is Never Lost

From the Diary of Cerulean Saffron

We had a pretty good day here at the Hopeful House. Periwinkle and Indigo helped me make jam out of our blackberry crop. We ate it slathered on thick slices of homemade bread.

Oh, God, sometimes I hate myself. "Homemade bread." Why did I write that? Like there's any other kind in Nowhere. Like I could run down to the Piggly Wiggly and buy a loaf of ready-made bread if I wanted to. Sure, I can gather up the kids and we could walk down to the Piggly Wiggly. There might even be a few loaves left on the bread aisle. But I'd hate to see the condition they're in. 

The bakery and the milk man don't deliver in Nowhere. Indigo and Periwinkle and all the other little ones I've watched over the years know that. In Nowhere you have to do for yourself. If you want bread, you have to grow the grain and make the dough. If you want jam, you have to grow the fruit. 

If you want to live, you have to keep your head down and stay away from Mayor Blue.

What was that thud? Indigo's crying. What's going on? Here comes Periwinkle. 

Damn it. The Outlawz are here. They threw rocks at the girls' window. I've got to handle this. Be right back.