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[SickSlickMan]

"Oh, what the FUCK?!"

J.T. heard the shots and ran towards them, hoping it wasn't Doc Ock snatching another cop. When he got to the front of the terminal, his panic turned immediately to rage. It was just Adrian, Bri, and Chris. Chris had his gun out and was shooting. Adrian had his own gun trained on Bri. And it was this sight that caused his outburst.

"Are you fucking serious? I'm thinking there's another attack and instead it's you idiots playing Cops and Robbers? Look at you three! You look like you all just got let off the short bus, except instead of bagged lunches, they gave two of you guns and the third a bottle of pills!"

They heard what he was saying, but hardly moved. J.T.'s anger levels were already at the boiling point; this was just an unwanted excuse to push it further.

"Alright, you." He pointed to Adrian, "put the fucking gun down. You," To Chris. "Stop being an idiot. And you." To Bri. "Stop...becoming the center of stalkers, rapist, and...fuckin' psychos, I don't know. Pull yourselves together and focus on helping everyone get the fuck out of here. I'm not your fucking babysitter."

He turned around and marched back inside, shaking his head. "Christ Almighty, it'll be a miracle if we live past tonight at the rate we're going!"

[Deimos]

John stood watching the little stand-off, happy he wasn't part of it this time. Still he had held onto the rifle just that little bit tighter. Once again the shaggy headed dude had taken charge. "Nice job hero. Looks like your the leader now then, ey?" commented John as he stormed past

[Mr.Beyond]

Once again there was no time to process what was happening until it had alrady happened. Adrian, for some reason, had been behind her with a gun pressed to her head.
Huh. At least he hadn't been that.....THING.
Chris had then proceeded to make an IDIOT out of himself, forcibly disarming what appeared to be a very dangerous man.
And ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN, BeeBee was at the center of this pissing contest.
She simply stood there in a daze until JT burst in, giving a heroic speech-slash-slap to the face that put hers to SHAME. She looked back and forth, eyes dull and glazed over, between Chris, Adrian and JT.

Wordlessly she opened her bag and very deliberately popped another pill into her mouth.

"There's a... thing." She said dully, staring at some point in the distance, eyes not really focused on anything. "I don't know if you guys saw it too. But there's a thing. With no face. If someone's going to rape me or shoot me or something, hurry up and get it over with. I'd rather die like that than.... that.....tall thing anyways. So, uh....." She looked back and forth between Chris and Adrian. "Hurry up. Apparently I'm a magnet for this shit. If not, then.... please explain-" now her composure started to shake, now her body started to shake- "what the fuck-" her fists balled up- "IS GOING ON!!!!?"

Yeah, she was off her rocker. JT was right. She might as well have been wearing a football helmet, clutching her pill bottle to her like a security blanket.

[SlenderSniper]

(ADRIAN DOESN'T HAVE THE GUN! CHRIS TOOK IT! GAH!)

Adrian just stared at the people here trying to tell him what to do. The shots that had nearly hit Adrian's foot, had made him extremely mad. A random asshole trying to be a leader didn't help. Adrian was sick of it, and mainly said, fuck it. While Chris was distracted by Bri, he ran over, snatched his gun back with his right hand, and with his left, slugged Chris across the jaw.

Chris backpedaled, holding his jaw. Adrian just glared. Finally, he erupted.

"YOU DON'T FUCKING FIRE A WEAPON AT SOMEONE TO PROVE A POINT DIPSHIT! GET A FUCKING CLUE! I HAD TO FACE THE FUCKING THING TO KEEP IT AWAY FROM YOU GUYS! I HAD TO SEE DEAD BODIES, SPEARED ONTO FUCKING BRANCHES, AND MY FUCKING WIFE IS GONE!!!!! SHE'S FUCKING GONE! BUT I STOPPED HERE!! IT WAS GONNA BE QUICK, BUT A FEW THINGS GOT IN THE WAY!!!!" Adrian screamed. He paused to clear his throat before continuing.

"THE FIRST THING WAS THE WHATEVER-THE-FUCK THE THING IS OUT THERE, AND THE SECOND WAS A GROUP FULL OF UNORGANIZED DUMBASSES, SNOBS, AND RAPISTS!!!!!!!!" Adrian yelled, even though he knew he wasn't a rapist. "AND I NEARLY FUCKING DIED TO SAVE YOU FUCKING STRAGERS, AND YOU TRY TO SHOOT ME IN THE FOOT?!?!?! FUCK YOU! I ONLY AIMED THE GUN AT HER CAUSE I THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS THE THING!!!!!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA DIE!!!! WELL NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT KILLING YOU ANYWAY!!!!!!!!"

Adrian paused. His gun was aimed at Chris. With the squeeze of a trigger, he was dead. But Adrian instead threw it to the ground and stared at Chris.

"You aren't even worth killing you piece of shit!" Adrian said before turning to Bri. The worst part about her, was her likeness to Julia. I made Adrian want to cry to her, and even now tears welled up. He finally spoke.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with him. And I never meant to hurt you." He said in a cracked voice. He stared back at Chris, and glared. "So what's next? Are you gonna shoot me, attack me? What?"

There was no movement, they just glared at each other. Finally Adrian turned and walked outside. He lit a cigarette, and walked over to the asshole. He tapped him on the shoulder, and the guy turned. Adrian blew smoke in his face, turned and walked off to the hotel. He entered the lobby where many people were, and sat on the floor while he smoked.

[SickSlickMan]

(Sorry, it looked like it said Chris took HIS gun out :/ that was my bad.)

J.T. felt a tap on his shoulder and groaned. "What?" he asked, turning around to find Adrian with a cigarette in his hand.

Without a word, he blew the smoke right in the younger man's face. It burned his nostrils and tongue, causing him to start coughing and sputtering as he walked off. J.T. waved the smoke out of his face and glared after him.

"Yeah, that's right, fuckface, you keep walking," he called after him. "See if I back you up again in another Mexican standoff, you piece of crap!"

He waited until he made sure that Adrian was out of sight before heading back inside, shaking his head. Fucking smokers. He hoped they all got lung cancer, him and that other guy and anyone else.

Speaking of which, where WAS the other guy? Last time J.T. remembered seeing him was when he asked for his phone. As much as smokers annoyed him, the guy hadn't seemed like a bad dude. He hoped he was still alright.

[blahblah]

(Dude. LOL at blowing smoke in face. haha.)
Chris turned to Bri.
"Uh. Have a seat?" He watched as Adrian blew smoke into J.T.'s face. Well played. Well played. Chris rubbed his jaw as he spoke to Bri. Adrian had a nice arm. Chris could punch harder though.

"I dont really care what they say or do because frankly, when I go back to LA. If im still alive. I'm going to be on magazines and commercials and stuff. Im going to be making money than all you guys combined. Besides. Who wouldn't freak out in a scary situation like this? You know?"

Chris looked at Bri again. He needed to have at least someone's trust.

"I saw that faceless thing. And... and i think I'm the one that started the attack. Cuz he was just watching us until I spotted him. He made himself really tall and stood behind some trees. Some of those tree trunks... werent really tree trunks... those were probably his legs... you just wouldnt think to look all the way up and see his head. I spotted him on accident really."

"Do you have any recording equipment? like.. a camera?"

He showed Bri the video recorded. "That things freaks with your electric stuff man. and hes a camera whore too he jumped in right when I made the video. and I couldn't even see him when I was recording."

Where was Slenderman by the way? Chris looked out the window into the trees. He couldnt see anything weird... but it was probably out there.

Chris felt a growing paranoia. He didnt want to freak out on Bri though.

"Um... I really don't mean to harm you... Adrian... man that guys the one pulling out his gun and stuff when were around each other."

[Mr.Beyond]

((OOC: As is sand in the hourglass, so are the Days of our Slenderman~!!!))

Bri collapsed into the chair and buried her face in her hands, looking at Chris's iPhone from between her fingers. The video gave her chills and she wanted to vomit, but maybe that was from too many pills.

"You know... you b-bboth fucked up," she said softly. "He thought you were going to be.... killed. You overreacted. We're all acting like fucking morons and I bet that THING is watching us and laughing its faceless ass off." She shuddered and pulled her knees into the chair with her. "Okay. N-no more freaking the fuck out. The afterschool special is over. We all know we have problems. You've never lived outside of snobville. Adrian's wife is dead. John's looking for his brother, JT can't get back to his girlfriend, and I'm just a fucking basket case. Now that all that's out of the way, let's see about living through tonight." She pulled out her sketchbook and propped it on her knees, putting the pen to paper. "You said he's a camera whore. He can change sizes." She wrote down those two facts in small, shaky letters at the top of the page. "Apparently he fucks up electronics too." She wrote that down, her letters getting shakier and shakier as they slanted down the page. "We know what he looks like.... No face. Black suit. Arms." She started to draw a picture, beginning with a blank "0", a hollow egg-shaped circle for a head. She blocked in a long body, wobbly arms and a tie before she collapsed against her notebook, pressing her forehead to the paper as her body shook with sobs.
WHY?
Why did everything have to be like this?
For a few minutes she let herself cry, and didn't give a rat's ass who was watching. She kept her shoulders hunched, a silent wall of defense. She didn't want anyone to comfort her or touch her. She just wanted to cry.

She finally caught her breath and rose to her feet. "There's one thing you should know about him. I lost the past three hours, the entirety of the attack or whatever the fuck happened. I remember opening one door and coming out somewhere else entirely, but I can't tell you if I was.... zapping around or if I was just forgetting how I got from point A to point B." She tucked her notebook into her bag and fastened it. "Now I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm scared out of my goddamn mind and I want to hide under the covers until morning when I think I'll be safe. I'm walking over to the hotel. I was in a room there earlier. I think I checked it out. Chris, if you want to stay or go, I don't care. No more fighting. I'm sick of being scared."

Damn. She hadn't stammered ONCE in that entire tirade. Fear was a normal state of mind for her; this couldn't be fear then. She was just... numb. Too much to process. She just wanted to be somewhere with doors she could lock and windows she could close.

[Theycallmehsexypants]

Stephen continued to walk through through the path, he saw trees all around him. That's not good. He thought, as the static in his headphones went up louder. He walked to the side, and it decreased, but when he went to go walk in that direction, he saw trees. GOD DAMMIT. HE HAS ME CORNERED. He thought, while gripping his phone. Then he held his hand up in front of him, showing the symbol, he continued walking in the same direction he was walking in before. But then he felt something grab the back of his coat. then he remembered. He didn't draw it on the back of his coat. Quickly he pulled the headphones out of his phone and took off the coat, as it was pulled backwards. He then reconnected the headphones and listened for static. It wasn't there for a bit. Thank god.

(If anyone's wondering, he wears a long sleeved plain dark red shirt under it with the (X) symbol drawn on the front with sharpie.)

[blahblah]

Judging from how badly Adrian was beat up, Chris knew his muscles wouldnt do the job to stay alive.

He flexed his guns, and then his pecks.
"Damnit I wanted to find a chance to use these."

Wait... so Slenderman changes time... and lets you teleport?
Chris tapped all the info he had into the Voice Memo app.

He played the memo....the effed up background music and voice distortion kept fading in and out.

Chris was actually bored at this point...
Might as well take a dookie since this might be the last chance. However, as Chris was walking into the bathroom... the scene suddenly changed. He was in a park... and... he heard a really weird deep voice in his head, and then a bunch of kids in the park started wriggling on the ground and moaning... like in a seizure.

Chris fell on the ground... he was back in the terminal bathroom. He couldnt see for a second. Headrush. He stood for a few moments and let the blood flow out of his head. When his vision came back he looked at the reflection in the bathroom. and there was the tall evil faceless bastard standing outside the terminal.

Chris shut the door and sat on the toilet. He didn't have to crap... but this was the only hiding place.

[SlenderSniper]

(Time for a plot twist!)

Adrian finished his cigarette, and realized something. This group was doing jack crap. They were standing around, and almost sucking their thumbs, waiting for answers to be handed to them, without having to do anything. And he was sick of it. So he rubbed his cigarette into the carpeting, and pumped pass multiple people, including John accidently. He didn't say a word, and headed out the door.
He was headed to his room, going to take a long ass nap, then he was searching the fucking city for Julia, monster or no monster. As he continued walking, his palms grew sweaty, he felt he was being watched, and he was secretly scared. But it was easy for him to keep his composure.
As he reached the door, he turned the knob and...... paused. He had never been to the room, so how was the door open. He stopped and pulled the key out of his pocket. He stared at it. It had been there the whole time. He was absolutely sure about this. He dropped the key, and again gripped the knob. He took a deep breath, and opened the door, not knowing what was on the other side of it.
What it was was worse then the monster, worse then a murderer, and worse then a million dead bodies. It was just one body. One that he stared at. One that made his heart drop. One that broke him. It was Julia, laying on the bed, eyes lifeless. Adrian just stood there. Then screamed as loud as he ever has.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed as he stumbled into the room. He stumbled over to the body of his beautiful wife. Her brown hair, was a mess, and her arms had scratches on them. But Adrian didn't notice. He was on his knees. His eyes were just pumping out tears. And he was holding her hand. He felt her wrist. No pulse, at all. Her picked up the body and cradled it in his arms. And sat there crying.
Then he felt the back of her head. It was warm. Too warm, and wet. He removed his hand, and it was covered in blood. He couldn't handle this. She had to be alive. There was no way that she was dead. This was his strong wife was dead. But she was.
He stood up, and walked out the door with it. He was pretty much bawling at this point. He walked back to the lobby. The door was shut, and he just kicked it down, not caring what they thought. He stumbled in with his wife's body in his arms, tears rushing from his eyes, and fell to his knees. He just stared at her face as others stared at him. He couldn't accept the terrible fact. Julia McCormak, was dead.

[Deimos]

Adrian bumped John as he left. So much for gratitude, he thought. Moments later there was terrible screaming and Adrian had re-emerged with a dead woman in his arms. John ran to him and gripped his shoulder. " Is this your wife man? What happened"

Just then John noticed faceless standing on the tree line, his body shuddering as though laughing. "Fuck!" John brought up his rifle and fired. Faceless' head snapped back, although John wasn't sure he had hit it or it was just fucking around with him. Adrian just continued to sit there while the others scattered. It began to withdraw back into the woods and once John was sure it had left he turned back to Adrian.

Upon inspecting the dead woman he noticed cuts along her arms. Perhaps this hadn't been a direct slendy murder but suicide or human based murder?

[Mr.Beyond]

The hotel. Bri wanted to walk in, stumble up to her room, hide under the bed and wait for morning light. Then everything would be normal again. Then this would turn out to be a stupid, stupid delusion induced by the stress of her first major trip alone. That... thing would be a manifestation of her paranoia, the guns and the knives and the fights would just be vivid scenes she'd made up. She'd open up her sketchbook and find out she'd never even drawn that picture.

No. No, things couldn't work like that.

She barely made it into the lobby before realizing that there was commotion- a lot of it. John was there, rifle in hand, and Adrian was kneeling in the lobby with-

oh GOD, that was a BODY-

oh GOD, it was a WOMAN, it was his WIFE'S body!!?

She froze in the doorway, remembering what she'd said in her explosion at Chris moments ago. Adrian's wife is dead. She hadn't MEANT it, it was just- well, he'd said she was missing, and with that thing around it was easy to assume someone missing was dead, but- FUCK, it was like some kind of horrible prophecy that once spoken aloud came true.

"Someone- call the ambulances- or- police or-" She was babbling, fumbling for her phone, dialing 911. A horrible screeching noise assaulted its way out of the speaker, and the screen of her old Nokia distorted into a jumble of pixels.
"Come on- what the f-"

A feeling. A REALLY BAD feeling.

Bri was trying to HELP? To HELP these people? They were fucking insane. They all carried weapons. They were willing to get violent with each other in a matter of minutes. Adrian was prone to violence, who was to say he hadn't just killed his wife HIMSELF? He could just be playing the victim now to blame that tall man for the death. It would be the perfect murder. And he acted like he wanted to defend her? He probably WAS trying to kill her, and just lied at the last moment.

They ALL wanted to kill her. Just look at them. She should take off- go into the woods, none of them would find her there. She'd be safe. That thing- she'd never seen it hurt anyone. Maybe it was just misunderstood. Maybe it would protect her from all these PEOPLE.

Her hand tightened around her cell phone, and she accidentally squeezed the "off" button. And suddenly she shook her head, clearing her thoughts somewhat. No.... no, those thoughts weren't hers. That was paranoia talking.

"I.... I..... do you want me to go get help, or.....?" Christ, poor Adrian. How much could one man take?

[SickSlickMan]

J.T. paced back and forth, arms folded, occasionally glancing out the window

Alright, think...how are we getting out of here...

They had to make a run for it. But running in the middle of the night, through miles of town and probably trees...that was like asking to get picked off. But could they afford to stay here the night? That sounded like the plot to a bad horror movie; a bunch of strangers, stuck in a hotel when their bus breaks down, and get picked off one by one.

No, they probably couldn't afford that, unless they all slept in the same location and took turns on watch and didn't go anywhere, but with this crowd, what were the odds of that happening?

He looked over at the bus. If someone knew how to drive a bus without crashing it into the wall, then he would just suggest they pile on in and get the hell out. Problem was, whatever had shut them down before, he had no idea if it had been fixed before the driver was untimely called up to the heavens. For all he knew, if they turned it on, it would blow up and kill them all.

Unlikely, but after tonight, anything could happen.

The only feasible option that they had was to camp it out, and leave in the morning. It was always safer to move during the day in the movies-

Suddenly, he heard Adrian cry out.

"Oh, shit," he cursed, forgetting his earlier resentment as he ran towards the sounds.

The sight he saw was a horrible one; Adrian at the side of the bed, leering over the body of a woman looking up at the ceiling and yet past the ceiling, as though the ceiling was not really there. John was staring out the window, and Bri was just standing, trying to be of help but not knowing how. J.T. stared at the corpse, and it was a moment before he found his voice.

"What the...what happened?" he asked, to everyone and at the same time to himself.

And the murders continued. Saints preserve them.

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian was sobbing, as he sat there in the lobby of the hotel, staring at his wife's body. He looked around for something to wrap around her head, even though the blood had stopped. He moved his hand and held her own lifeless one. There was just one problem, Adrian was in denial. The tears flowed down his cheeks. And he paused to wipe them away, he looked at the people around him.
There was a guy standing in the doorway, saying something, John was looking out the window, and Bri was calling someone. That was good, they could help with Julia. Adrian now moved his two hands to Julia's chest area, and then stared at her lifeless eyes. He swallowed deeply, and then began to preform CPR pointlessly.
But he was in denial, and he didn't care. The tears fell from his face to his hands, and he pressed them down on her chest. After thirty times, which is recommended, he leaned his head down to hear for a heartbeat. There was none.
He pulled his head back and shook his head slightly, as tears truly poured from his face more then ever.
"No, no, no, no, no, no." he muttered silently. He reached up with his right hand, and caressed his wife's face. It was cold. Too cold. And as he looked into her lifeless eyes, it finally registered. She was gone.
He moved his arms around so he was cradling her, and just sat there, almost bawling, as he stared at her lifeless face. With one hand, he held her shoulders, to cradle her, and with the other, he shut her eyes. And then Adrian just sat there, and broke down sobbing with his dead wife in his arms. Nothing mattered anymore.

[blahblah]

Chris was afraid to flush in fear Slenderman was going to hear. He didn't even know how it was possible that he one thing he watched a few days ago suddenly became a threat to his life. And what a fucked up hallucination too.

Chris shook his head. I look ridiculous.
Sitting in the bathroom allowed him to calm down, but he felt like he sat there for... hours. It should be daylight by now. He peered out the door of the bathroom. It still looked the same... in fact... he still saw Bri walking towards the hotel.

What the hell? No way i've been in here this long. Chris took out his phone and put on Voice Memo to record his surroundings. It was his way to tell if Slenderman was around. He played it and found that the distortion was louder than ever.
He looked out the door again and saw that it was like... it was in the afternoon. Already? He took advantage of daylight to try and escape. Who cared if Slenderman was messing with time?

He ran into the bus lot and flexed his muscles. Time to put these babies to use. Slowly but surely Chris pried on of the bus doors apart. He looked at the bus number and ran back into the Terminal office. He saw one worker in there.... sleeping? or dead on the ground. He scanned the wall where all the keys were pinned up and found the bus number. Number 69. Hahaa.

Success. Chris was out of here. He bathed in the sunlight for a few seconds and went in to start up the bus.

"Lets try to do this." Ever so delicately, Chris pulled out of the lot.... drove on to the road...

and saw HIM stepping right in front of the bus. Chris accelerated the bus. Time to mow down this mofo. Right before contact though, chris turned on voice memo, and then the collision occured.

He opened his eyes. It was back at night, but the bus was still in full speed, slenderman bent time again, backwards. He saw HIM by the terminal like earlier. Chris swerved the bus and crashed through the wall of the hotel. Everyone in there looked at him. Adrian was holding a dead body? Everyone else looked distraught.

"Get on the bus everyone, hurry, the faceless man is right behind us."