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[SlenderSniper]

(SHORT POST!)

Adrian looked up slightly. Chris was in the bus from earlier, and had crashed through the hotel wall. Everyone was in a panic, as Chris told them to get on board. That thing was coming, and they needed to leave. Everyone, except Adrian. He just picked up the body, walked to the corner of the room that hadn't been smashed, and sat there looking at his wife, and crying.
It was over. His life was over. Without Julia, he had no reason to go on. He wanted to be with her body, rather then with this group. The one person he had left, was gone. So as people stared around, he just cried, and puled her tighter to him.
He kissed her forehead, and pet her, still soft hair. He couldn't move. Nothing else mattered anymore. If that thing wanted to kill him, it could go ahead. He no longer gave a shit. He stared at his wife's body and cried, while others head for the bus.

[SickSlickMan]

He...crashed a bus...through the wall...

J.T. could not wrap his mind around the fact that this retard had just driven the bus through the wall to come and get them. And people were getting ON IT?! With HIM driving?? Were they insane, or did they just not care anymore?

To get on and escape or take his chances? He looked over to where Adrian was laying with the body in his arms. He was making no movement towards the bus. The poor guy was probably giving up. He looked back as the others crowded onto the bus.

You know what? Fuck that. He would rather hitch a ride on the back of a hungry mountain lion than get into that bus with Chris driving it. With that moron's luck, he would drive them straight off Niagara Falls. Fuck that, he thought again. Those damn fools are on their own. I'm living.

So he backed away from the bus as others piled on. He would take his chances.

[blahblah]

All the others were seated.
"Hold on" Chris got off the bus and looked at Adrian and J.T.
Slenderman was moving closer.

"He's coming for us, guys, you sure you don't wanna get on?"
He walked up to Adrian. "Ur a tough guy man, I'll bet your wife wouldn't want you to give up like this."

He looked at J.T. "Ur gonna try to fight this thing too?"

This was probably the last time he was gonna see these guys. Chris took out the weights from his bag and gave it to the guys. "You'll need these."

He got on the bus and asked: "Anyone here know how to drive this?"

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian finally moved. His wife wouldn't want him to quit, eh? How the fuck would he know. And why the hell would he give them weights? He didn't know. He was too pissed to care, and was mainly about to take out his frustration on someone who only wanted to help him.
He grabbed one of the weights from J.T. whom Chris had given it to, and threw it at the bus's windshield. It went through the glass with a loud crash, but missed everyone, and instead it went right down the aisle. The windshield was shattered, the glass was all over the hood of the bus, and everyone but Adrian was is shock. The weight sat in the aisle, shining with glass remnants.
People were staring. Hell if it was him, he would be staring too. Chris hadn't done anything wrong, he'd just been the first to tell Adrian anything. Adrian's life was ruined, and he was taking it out on others.
The whole time he was staring at Chris who was in the driver's seat. He clenched his fists so hard his palms hurt. He had no idea why, but he was angry at Chris. Everyone could leave, but he wanted to fight Chris at this second. Yet most people just sat there, stunned, and probably scared of Adrian, and the thing coming for them.

[MetalGearSamus]

The brief, shocked silence was broken by an enraged scream.
"WHAT THE **** DO YOU PEOPLE THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Thalci's left fist was clenched in anger, too much was happening.

She and Ashley had checked into a room for the night, as she had nowhere else to go and Thalci's motherly instincts--I didn't think I had any--had kicked in when she saw the child was distressed. Ashley had gone to sleep rather quickly and Thalci went to go check on the people outside. But the door that had led to the hallway opened up into a laundry room. Thalci froze where she was, her mind reeling against this impossible event, she stumbled back, into a bathroom where she saw a man walking away from the door--into broad daylight!?—towards the bus. But before she could call out to him, the door swung closed and she opened it onto a scene of horror. It was a hotel room. It was completely trashed, the bed was smashed, the mattress was ripped in half, and there were feathers from the pillows everywhere. And lining the walls and the ceiling were hundreds of papers, each individually drawn, all with the same symbol, a circled X. But those weren't what scarred Thalci, what scarred her was the body hanging from the ceiling, its limbs contorted and mangled. It hung, its neck tied with a wire that sprouted from the ceiling's electrical wiring, facing away from her. She screamed in horror, tripping back through the door as the building shuddered. She landed in the hotel lobby to see the chaos that unfolded after the bus crashed through the wall. She had to get control of herself; she did the only thing she could, channel her fear into anger. She remembered that working last time. Last time? What last time? But she had more important things to worry about. So she exploded.

"You idiot! You could have killed someone! And I'm talking to both of you!" She pointed to the man in the bus and the man who broke its windshield, "Now everybody just CALM THE *** DOWN before we kill each other." She panted, her rage and fear slowly retreating. Adrian moved to say something, probably along the lines of "How dare you tell me to calm down," but Thalci cut him off,
"Now look here!" She pointed at the pool of liquid that had formed beneath the bus, "You broke the gas tank! Now were really stuck here! I have no idea who the hell you people are, or why your running around screaming and shit, but this ends NOW. We are going to stop running around like headless chickens, find out what's happening, and DO SOMETHING." She stood, panting, not realizing she had drawn her knife and that she was gripping it fiercely. She waited for a response.

[SlenderSniper]

The girl who had appeared from seemingly nowhere, cut Adrian off. She probably thought he was gonna say something stupid. He was. He was basically gonna say, "i'm gonna kill you.", but she stopped him. Adrian looked at them all. They could do what they want. They could kill him for all he cared. He just walked to the corner, where his wife's body laid, and sat next to her. He pulled out his cigarettes, and lit one.
And there he sat, with the realization that nothing mattered to him. He was gonna enjoy this cigarette, then go out with a bang, fighting old tall and faceless. For now though, he just smoked his cigarette, and enjoyed the best company he had here. That of his dead wife.
People stared, and he almost saw murderous intent in their eyes. He didn't care. All they would do was talk. The only one that worried him was Chris. He could fight, that was obvious, but he wasn't as smart as he might have thought. He did run in through the hotel wall after all. So Adrian sat there, prepared for anything, and willing to accept it with open arms. He took another inhale of his cigarette, and blew smoke into the air. Then he wondered who would make the first move at him.

[blahblah]

Chris was mega pissed.

"What the fuck dude." He walked to Adrian and slapped the cigarette out of his mouth. Chris took out his water bottle and splashed it on Adrian and then threw the bottle at his face. He screamed, "Fuck you. Just because your ugly ass wife is dead doesn't mean you can ruin everyone else's lives in here." Chris looked out the window, Slenderman was gone, but he could still hear distortion coming from his phone as voice memo was running, Slenderman was prolly in the trees. He turned back to Adrian. "Unlike you, we actually have lives, we don't give up. Unlike you, we actually work. Unlike you, we actually think before pulling out our guns. Unlike you, we think about what we do before we start whining our pussy asses off. It sucks your wife died, but no need to PMS on everyone else."


He turned back to everyone else staring. "I have access to all the keys to all the buses in the bus lot. We still need to be careful, because the monster might attack us at any point." He grabbed his weight and put it back in his bag. He replayed voice memo again. The distortion was gone. Gotta take advantage. Chris ran back to the bus terminal/

[MetalGearSamus]

"Crazy fool," Thalci muttered to herself, watching the crash-the-bus-through-the-wall-and-run-away-spouting-nonsence-man run outside. She ran over to Adrian before he could do anything stupid. That's his wife...damn it! I didn't know that! She already regretted yelling at him like that, the poor guy was probably an emotional wreck, he didn't need anyone trivializing his situation.

"Ignore him," She blurted, not wanting things to escalate, "I'm sorry about your wife, I'm sorry about what I said, but we all need to get a grip…" She wasn't sure what else to say. She turned to face the rest of the room, "Can anyone explain what's been going on tonight?" She kept a weary eye on Adrian, not wanting him to suddenly go insane all of a sudden.

[Mr.Beyond]

A BUS.

Chris crashed a fucking BUS through the hotel lobby wall.

What the FUCK went on in that guy's head?

"I am getting so FUCKING SICK OF YOU!" BeeBee screamed pointlessly after Chris's retreating back. "THINK FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF FLEXING YOUR BICEPS!!!!!"

She hadn't been one of the ones who'd piled onto the bus. Instead she'd stood back, watching as once AGAIN Chris and Adrian faced off. The two of them seemed born enemies, every time they got remotely close to one another they faced off. Like opposite polarity magnets.

The girl from earlier had wandered down and given everyone a good berating. A well-deserved one, to be honest. They just kept falling apart all over one another, these complete strangers, and BeeBee was sick of it. The nagging temptation to wander out into the woods returned but she crammed it down. She would rather take her chances with these people than with that thing, or that's what she told herself.

What could she possibly SAY right now? She was still uselessly gripping her phone, studying the faces around her.

They needed a LEADER. And Beebee....

.... was NOT leader material, forget that. "We... uh...." She was startled with how hoarse her voice was, suddenly; it must have been from screaming at Chris's retreating back a moment ago. "I don't know...if.... um, anyone can give you..... a, um, complete picture of what's going on now." She pulled out her sketchbook and held it open to the page she'd cried on, the one with everything she knew about the creature written down and the half-finished drawing on it. "it's..... this..... And....."

She couldn't stop thinking about that dead body. About that dead woman. It KILLED her. That thing killed her. They could all end up dead like that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she didn't want to die.

She took out her pill bottle and carefully counted out the pills. Seven left after the three she'd taken tonight. Seven- if she lived a week, that was a week's supply. After that she had no protection against her mind.

"I'm so fucking sick of this," she muttered, sliding down to sit on the ground and pull her knees up.

[MetalGearSamus]

Now someone was crying. This is too much. Thalci, confidant that Adrian would be O.K., whent over to try and comfort BeeBee.
"Hey, what's wrong girl?" She crouched down in front of the emotional wreck, put her hand on her shoulder, and tried to get her to calm down, "Just take deep breaths, don't worry about anything else."

How the hell are we going to get through this?

[SickSlickMan]

J.T watched it all, studied them...why? Something was going on here...was this Slender Man's work? Drive them all to the point where they all killed each other?

No...no, it wasn't going to be like that...he didn't think at least. Bri had enough sense to keep it together, if only on the outside. John was quiet, and it was the quiet ones you needed to look after, but he had already crossed THAT LINE once today and from what J.T. could observe, once was enough for him. Adrian was a wreck, but he was keeping it together...stopping that bus was probably the best thing, for the moment. And that other girl- he had not gotten her name- she might be able to keep them all from killing each other, as long as she kept the knife away in her pocket.

But Chris...he was too dangerous, and they all knew it. From the moment he had made himself a factor in their group it had just been one stupid mistake after another, but now it was getting to the point where he would kill himself and everyone associated with him. He had no instincts for survival, he had no common sense to realize he was pouring steak sauce on himself for Slender Man to come and feast on him. All he cared about- and it was the truth, regardless of what tale he had just spun mere seconds ago- was himself, no one else. Maybe getting laid too, but that was it.

If he did one more thing to endanger their lives, J.T. would have to take care of him. His fingers crept around the bat he had with his sling on and gripped it tightly. The kid was a liability, and keeping him with them would only lessen his chances of getting home. If it happened again, he would have to kill him.

But it didn't really have to come to that, did it? For that was crossing THAT LINE and going way past it, as far as he was concerned. He didn't WANT to kill him. And he wouldn't...unless he gave him a reason too.

Like he had concluded before: If someone got in his way, one way or another, they were getting OUT of his way.

[Mr.Beyond]

Bri needed to do something, ANYTHING. She was sick of sitting here, letting everything happen around her, taking no action but to react to the things going on. She was sick already of sitting here with a dead body.

Well, that was what she should take care of first.

Hesitantly, she stumbled to her feet, tiptoeing over to where Adrian was wallowing in despair. She glanced around at the other occupants of the room, silently pleading for support, before tapping him fearfully on the shoulder.

"We, um.... we shouldn't just..... leave her here," she whispered. "We should.... bury her. Or take her somewhere to.... um.... rest. I think she deserves a little..... uh..... privacy."

She glanced at JT, John, that other woman, eyes begging GIVE ME SOME BACKUP HERE. She knew it was scary, that there was some monster running around killing people, that THEY might end up killing each other, but she couldn't be passive anymore. She had to at least do SOMETHING.

[SickSlickMan]

"Yeah, no problem," J.T. answered, giving Bri the back-up she was obviously looking for. "We'll do it in the morning, when it's light out."

And from there we can figure out how to get the hell out of here.

[MetalGearSamus]

"Yes...we all need to..." Her memory fell back to the dead person she had seen, "...rest."

How is that possible? That's not possible!

She moved over to Adrian's side, "Uh, would you like to berry her? Do you need my help...with anything?"

[Theycallmehsexypants]

(Blargh, sorry for being so inactive. My post doesn't take place during the current time, but a few minutes after Chris smashed the bus through the wall.)

Stephen heard the bus smashing through the wall of the hotel, and he turned backwards. What the hell? Did something just smash through the wall? He asked himself, as he ran toward the sound. He then saw it. The bus was smashed through the wall of the hotel.

"Who did this?" Stephen asked himself, as he hid behind a tree that was near him. "It couldn't have been him, he isn't that strong, is he?" He asked himself. He looked at his phone and noticed he had one bar of service. "Yes!" He yelled silently to himself, as he proceeded to attempt to dial 911, only to have a tentacle stab through the phone, almost stabbing through his fingers.

Then it hit him. He realized while he was running, his headphones fell out of his ears.

He looked upwards, and realized something.

This wasn't a tree at all.



He was hit on his side, his phone flying out of his hand and the back glass cracking on the ground below him. He flew to the right a few feet before smacking into a tree. He looked up at Slenderman. This is it, isn't it? He thought, as he lost consciousness.