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[Deimos]

Chris could have died, right then and there. John cursed under his breath, "Did you follow me out here? Whatever, it doesn't matter." John looked back, the stones were gone. Depression was starting to take hold. Sam was most likely dead or gone, so he decided he might as well help. John pulled out his knife, "where is it?"

[blahblah]

"Its actually not that far away really, its in the hotel lobby."
Chris led John back into the lobby and showed him the mattress. Chris pushed down on it and it didn't feel correct. It still felt soft... but it was kind of... uneven.

"Yea, so if you could make a deep cut in the side we could just pull it apart."

[SickSlickMan]

Why the hell were they so concerned? J.T. wondered as the two men prepared to rip open the mattress. For Christ's sakes, it's just a mattress.

Damn shame to be cutting up a mattress just because Mr. Jockstrap wasn't comfortable. J.T. himself was just sleeping on the ground, his bag as his pillow, his jacket as his blanket, and his bat snuggled up in his arms. He had run away from home enough times to have a good idea of how to maintain some form of comfort when not home. Though he supposed no one would complain if he shacked up on the couch.

Where was the hotel manager, anyway? He could not recall ever seeing the staff working here. WAS anyone even working here?

He would search someone out in the morning, he thought as he hunkered down on the couch, figuring it to be better for his back.

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian laid the last of the dirt on the final resting place of his wife. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes, and stared at them for a while, oblivious to anything going on around him. He finally threw his pack on top of the grave, and made a silent pledge in memory of his wife.

As long as I live, I will never smoke another cigarette in my life. This is all I have to offer. He thought. He was a Catholic, but he was always skeptical in some regard. And at this point, he didn't have much faith left. He turned to the beaten up hotel, that now had an opening in its side thanks to Chris, and saw John and Chris walking in. Why Chris was back, he didn't know. He was truly, unobservant.

He began to head back to the hotel, and speak with John, try to talk to Thalci, and ignore Chris as much as possible. But, he paused. He felt something, in his head. Not so much a voice, but an urge, to head to the forest, and he heard, a quiet screeching. He put his hands over his ears, and bent his head down.

The screeching increased in volume. He turned and looked to the forest. And there it stood. It's head was tilted in an un-human way. Adrian's heart raced. He stared at the thing, as it's tentacle things twitched. He thought for sure he was going to die, but he felt comforted by the thing. It was calling him, and he wanted to go. His feet began to drag toward it. Slowly, but surely, he would meet it.

Then he stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to the grave. He looked at his wife's resting place, and then at the creature. He wanted to go, and to follow it, and to do whatever it wanted of him, but a stronger will took over, and he remembered that it had killed his wife. He turned, almost regrettably, and ran to the hotel, heart racing. It stopped at the lobby entrance, and turned to see if he could still go back. The thing was gone, and Adrian snapped out of it.

He slowly stepped into the lobby, and turned to the girl Bri, who he hadn't initially wanted to speak to, but from what he saw, she knew what that thing was. He walked over to her, as she was hunched over her notebook, and got her attention. Without even waiting for her to say anything, he asked, "What the hell is that thing, what can it do, and why is it here?"

Adrian stared at her. He was focused, only on her, and oblivious to everyone. If anyone spoke to him besides her, he wouldn't even notice.

[blahblah]

"GRRRAAAAHHHH!!" Chris finally ripped open the mattress. He panted looking at J.T. fine. dont help me. dick.

Chris cleared out all the cotton and found a bunch of little plastic bags inside the mattress. Well, they did that to make cheap teddy bears in china right?

"Sorry for making a scene guys, I didn't know what would be in there.... I'll get another mattress in a little bit once i clear all this stuff out." Chris held the plastic bag and took it to a place to throw away. He didnt watch where he was going and the bag caught onto one of the chairs. A hole was ripped and... BLOOD GUSHED OUT OF THE FREAKING BAG.

WHAT THE FUCK. There was still something in the bag. Chris dumped it out.... he was no doctor.. but that was definitely something that came from a body. There was so much blood. Everywhere. Chris felt dizzy and knew he was going to pass out. He found a chair to sit in and instantly dozed out.

[SickSlickMan]

J.T. couldn't help it. When the bag ripped open and Chris passed out from its contents, he burst out into laughter. It was just too comical, and he had had precious little to laugh about in the last few hours.

He calmed himself down a little and got himself up off the couch to examine the object that had fallen out. He frowned, knelt forward to get a better glimpse, and then recoiled slightly.

It was an organ of some kind...heart? Stomach? Liver? He wasn't sure, his anatomy logic was lacking, but that was definitely an organ, probably a human. But whose?

He shivered at the thought of someone getting their organs torn out. Then he remembered the attacks on the officer and the bus driver, and he wondered if this had come from one of them. Possible. Probable. But why keep it around?

And how had it gotten into the mattress, for Christ's sakes?

[Mr.Beyond]

Bri hadn't even realized that anything was going on around her- she'd been too horrified by the discovery of the drawings in her notebook. Drawings that implied she was a lot less in control of herself than she'd like to believe, drawings that hinted at her witnessing- hell, being PRESENT for- deaths that she would NOT like to have witnessed. Deaths she had no memory of.

Adrian was in front of her. Hair a mess, streaked with dirt from burying his poor dead wife no doubt. JT was laughing at something behind him- and what were they doing digging around in a mattress?- but she paid it no mind. They were all fucking crazy.

"It....." She didn't know what to say. Starting with his first question was a good idea, maybe.
"It's something that's not supposed to exist. it.... HE. He, it's male, it feels male, he... he's supposed to be a myth, a legend, a made up story. But he's here and he's tangible and he kills and rends and tears- he reaches into our HEAD and takes things out-" Was this the beginning of a panic attack? She was too calm, too distant. It felt like she was floating somewhere outside of her own body.
"It can be anywhere it wants to be. It can change time and it can change space and it can make you FORGET. I don't think it can be killed. And it wants us, God help me, it wants us for some reason...."
Her hands were shaking. She suddenly felt like... she suddenly wanted....
She had an urge to reach up and push her thumbs into Adrian's eyes until they burst. It would be saving him, she reasoned, from the awful fate of living without his wife. It would be saving him from that THING.
Her hands clenched tighter around her notebook until her knuckles turned white. She was struggling to control them. The feeling- the DESIRE to feel the fluids of his eyes over her fingers- it was so strong she felt like she was going to throw up.

"I lost three hours earlier, and the memory of everything that happened. I think... I think he took them and... planted things in my head. Like seeds. He looks like a tree.... maybe seeds.... I.... I'm ranting. I sound crazy. But whatever it's doing to us, it's more vicious and evil and completely careless than simply ripping apart those poor, lucky cops and that bus driver. I think he's playing. I think he's just having fun. He could have killed us by now if he wanted, i know that, I'm sure there's a time when we've all been alone, but he HASN'T."

[SlenderSniper]

(Obvious EMH reference that is obvious! I don't like EMH so it's cool)

Adrian stared at the girl who had explained what it was. He knelt down, and stared her in the eyes. She had spoken in her short rant about how it planted things in her head. He shook his head, then reached out, and grabbed her hand. Her knuckles were white.

"You need to calm down. If you don't you'll be too stressed to focus, and he'll get you." He said blandly and let her hand go. Then he turned around. He saw J.T., looking at a pile of blood, and organs. Adrian just stared for a minute.

"Oh, what the fuck?!?" I turned my back for ten, maybe fifteen fucking minutes, and I come and see this?!? Really?!? Oh well." Adrian said, almost bored with the situation, and he walked past the blood, past Chris, and over to John. He whispered in John's ear quickly.

"We have to talk, soon. It's important." He said, turning back to the remains, and examining them. How in the fuck's name did they end up, in a bag, in a mattress, and have none of us notice? This is off, and nearly impossible. Then again this whole fucking day is. He thought, crossing his arms, and furrowing his brow, as he stared at the organs and blood.

[Mr.Beyond]

((What's the EMH reference? I haven't actually watched it, so if someone/I made a reference, it slipped past me. Maybe I should start watching it >.<))

Calm down, he'd said. Yeah... calming down was a good idea. What calmed her down? Drawing. Pills calmed her down. Those were nice.

She opened her bag, took out the pill bottle and popped one into her mouth, dry swallowing it. There, she should be calm now. No stressing; he couldn't get her.

Adrian was a nice man. Unfortunate, but nice.

Huh, her head felt a little off. That was okay though; it was understandable, right? There was a bag full of organs about six feet away from her.

She rose unsteadily to her feet, staring down at the bag with an almost detached feeling. It was a... Liver. She remembered from Human A and P. That class had been useful, helped her learn to draw. What was she thinking about again? Drawing... charts... diagrams.... Livers were what failed when your immune system was under attack, right? Immune... protected. Supposedly that circle, that (x) thing protected you from it. Made you immune.

There had to be a permanent way to get rid of him. Maybe she should get an (x) tattoo. Maybe she should just cut it in. There ceeeeerrrrrttaaaainnnly wasn't a tattoo gun lying around.

And the others? Protecting them?
She could cut (x) into them, too.

But that was dumb. People didn't like being cut, she thought.

"Whose organs are these?" she queried, almost amused. "Do they go to one of the bodies from earlier? The bus driver looked like an alcoholic. Anyone know what cyrrosis looks like?"

[MetalGearSamus]

Thalci was throwing up in the bathroom, a sudden unexplainable, unrelenting, dread had accompanied her feelings of revulsion at the sight of the blood and organs. Her stomach couldn't take that combination of emotions.

Shit. I forgot about Ashley.

After washing her face off, she ran back to their room, but her panic was unnecessary, the girl was still sleeping quietly in a bed. Thalci breathed a sigh of relief.

I'll wait a while, then see what the hell was going on...I have to calm down first.

[Deimos]

John and Chris had cut open the mattress and a liver in a bag was in it. The mattress didn't have any signs of being opened when John was cutting it. How did Chris know to cut the mattress and why had he come all the way out into the woods just to get him to cut the thing? Chris was becoming awefully suspicious.

Adrian had whispered that he needed to talk. John couldn't help but wonder the meaning. Had he seen that thing? Had his wife's death unveiled some new revelation, possibly even relating to his brother?

[SlenderSniper]

(Gonna try and save this RP from sliding down the page!)

John tapped him, and they walked away to the corner, not with a bus next to it. Adrian decided he would have to be as quick as he could with this. He stared at John, and knew that he was the most trustworthy of the people here he knew.

"Alright John, I need you to promise me something..... I need you to promise to knock me out." Adrian saw John raise an eyebrow in confusion, which Adrian expected, but he responded quickly to avoid any big confusion. "I need you to knock me out in a certain situation."

Adrian paused, and looked out a window near the door. "You see...." He started, but paused, until he was sure something wasn't outside the window. There wasn't. "...When I finished burying........ I saw it, is the point."

Adrian couldn't get it out. He couldn't say that he'd buried her. "And when I saw him, I.... I wanted to go to him. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. I wanted to die basically. I don't know why, but I snapped out, and ran back no problem. It didn't attack me at all.

That wasn't completely true. There had been a problem that Adrian didn't want to admit. That at the end, his will broke, but it had already disappeared. But he had wanted to go back. But for now, he just stood there and stared at John, pretending it hadn't happened.

"John, if I begin to walk towards him, at all, unless he has taken someone, I need you to knock me out. Punch me in the back of the head, or in the face, as hard as possible. Hell, hit me with your gun if you want. Just K.O. me." Adrian spoke with a sense of order. John wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wouldn't allow it. Or stick around to wait for an answer.

Adrian walked away, and went to find Thalci. She needed to talk to her. Of all of them here, she seemed the most mature, and Adrian thought that he could relate(arrogant, very much so). She was entering the building again, seeming at ease. Unbeknown to Adrian, she had checked on Ashley.

He walked over to her, as she shut the door. Keeping a solid distance, trying not to seem like a prude, he stared at her for a second, before saying, " I need to talk to you."

[MetalGearSamus]

"I need to talk to you." The words snapped Thalci out of her daze. She had been trying to remember something important, something she knew that would help them, something from her past, but it eluded her, just like the rest of her memories.

"Sure, what do you need?"

[SickSlickMan]

(Sorry, this took a while to write up. Also, in regards to the EMH thing, I just laughed because I thought his reaction was funny. And I guessed at it being organs because I thought that was where he was taking it.)



He had gone for the manager's office. He told himself that he would wait for morning, but he needed to get a better idea of this place.

He turned the knob and pushed the door open (no lock? That doesn't seem natural) to find a somewhat-neat room, made messy only by the papers that had been blown all over by the wind coming through the open window. He chewed loudly on his gum as he left the door open but closed the window and locked it.

He looked around the desk, shifting through the drawers, looking for anything that would help him out. Every once in a while he would pick his head up, ears perked, listening for any noises.

He wondered if Slender Man made any noises, other than causing static. He supposed only those who had truly encountered him would know. A question to ask Adrian or Chris later.

When he found nothing, he stepped out and proceeded to the receptionist's desk. On top was the guest list book; he flipped it open and skimmed down the pages.

Not too many people stayed here...or at least, in recent months the numbers had decreased. Now they're gonna lose even more money fixing the freaking wall, he thought. Otherwise, there wasn't really-

He stopped, as his eyes skimmed down the page for their current month's numbers. None of these people had checked out...but how could that be, he thought, if they were not here? He checked the top of the list and...yes, these people had checked in at the beginning of the month, but the month was nearly over and they had not checked out. Yet he could not recall seeing anyone except those from the bus all day.

He looked back at the previous month's pages, just to double check. And now the lack of check-outs was noticeable, only the further back he went, the more check-outs there were. It seemed as though the more recent it was, the less people had checked out...but then what had happened to them, if they had never officially left?

Maybe the staff had just gotten lazier as time went on? But surely someone would have gotten angry about that...or maybe they just disappeared, right off the face of the earth? But surely that would have made the news, or the papers or something, a hotel's guests disappearing...

What the fuck kind of place is this?

[N Spencer]

Existing again!