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[SickSlickMan]

J.T. went back to his stuff and ran a hand through his hair just as the announcement came over. He groaned as loudly as he felt he could. 3 AM? Seriously? This put a severe damper on his plans. Christine was going to be livid.

Guess I'd better get a room...The idea of it disturbed the hell out of him. Was he really going to have to share a hotel with a busload of deranged psychopaths for a night? God shoot him right there, he was going to sleep with the door locked and the dresser pressed up against it to keep them from getting in. And you could bet any amount of money that that bat was going to be right beside his nightstand just in case-

"OOF!"

He turned around to grab his bag and a man walked right into him. J.T.'s face smooshed right against the man's chest as he pushed past him and walked off.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" The man ignored his angry shout. "Yo! Fuckface! I'm talking to you!"

Now J.T. was getting pissed. He charged after the guy as he turned the corner around the bus. The twenty-one-year-old was in no mood to be hassled again; not by this douchebag.

"Look, asslicker, I'm really not in the fucking mood right now, so if you want to start something-"

He turned the corner only to find empty air. The man was nowhere in sight.

"The fuck...?" J.T. looked around. Where the hell did he go? He looked under the bus to see if maybe he had crawled under it to escape him, but that came up empty. How did he get away that fast? He hadn't been running...it was almost as if he had never existed in the first place.

Oh great, now I'm seeing things...

He really hoped he could get to Manhattan before he started joining the crazies on their list.

[MetalGearSamus]

"My name's Thalci," she told the girl, "We were on a detour to Niagara falls when the bus broke down. So now we're stuck here..." Just then the announcement came on, "...for some time apparently." She turned from the speaker where the announcement had come from back to the girl, "Are you a local, Ashley? Why are you staying here in the station?" She wanted to know everything about this place, the setting seemed like a good one for her story, but she didn't want to ask too many questions at once and come of as nosy or stalker-ish. Everyone seemed weary enough of one another already.

[Dray]

"Thalchee," Ashley repeated the name awkwardly, wondering if it was European or something. She'd never heard a name like that before. "Huh," she added. So they were all heading over the river. Maybe they were all American? The assumption worked, given what she took as truth about Americans and their guns.

When Thalci grimaced over the announcement, Ashley gave an accompanying frown. "Yeah, I'm from Beam's Creek. 'Creeker,' really." She fidgeted, pressing sopping toes around in her unpleasantly wet shoes. "I was just walking, then it started raining." Glancing in Adrian's direction and keeping her voice relatively low so as to avoid tripping up her earlier lie, she continued, "nothing much here to stop in by at this time of night. I stepped in muck and needed to sit down." Holding her feet up straight in front of her, she waggled them to showcase the muddy line that reached half-way up her shins and ruined her shoes.

"Go figure I show up just when a bus and a car crash on the doorstep." She grinned weakly. Glancing over at the desk, she hoped that the phone would be available soon. She really was entertaining the thought of phoning for a ride home, now. This was all too weird for her.

[blahblah]

Chris kept running and running. He was in the bus terminal and then out so quickly when he saw that he was going to get J.T. to pull out some weapon.

"Fuck" Chris thought. No way he saw slenderman. THE slenderman. Comon. Marble Hornets wasn't real. No way.

Noone gave him a chance. Those fuckers in the bus terminal didn't give a rabbits shit about him when he ran in like a little fucker. The fucker JT was pmsing like fuck getting all pissed and shit.

Chris stopped. Wow he didnt really get far but he felt tired as shit. Getting out of shape. Better work on those weights when he gets a chance. Hahaaa.
Why was Chris so paranoid? He slapped himself. Gotta get back to his senses.

"Why am I here" thought Chris. "To escape from my spoiled ass gated community." But noone gives him a chance. "No!" Chris yelled. "Don't think like- through the fog he HIM again. "I'm going crazy" Chris thought. Trying to keep his composure he tried to cooly walk into the bar.

He saw some dudes chatting it up in there. "More my type." Try and calm down. 3 A.M.? i got time.

Chris went in and heard the guy talking about the bus.
"Your from that crazy ride too?" asked Chris.

Dont look behind you. Stay cool.

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian stared at the man, Chris, who had entered. He was seemingly flustered, and was muttering to himself rather loudly. He was talking about getting away and shit. Adrian stared and- wait! He didn't care about these shits. It was close to 10PM and..... wait, 10PM?!?! It couldn't be.

But Adrian looked at the clock in there and it said 10PM. He hadn't left the house until around 6 or so, so..... whatever! Adrian stood up and walked over to Chris. Chris said something to someone, but he didn't care. Grabbing Chris's shoulder, he spun him around and looked at him.

"What the fuck's up with you? You seemed creeped out." He said calculatingly. He then saw Chris look slightly to the right, and outside. Adrian turned his head. A fog was rolling in, but why did that call for stress? Fog was common, maybe not in L.A., but still-

And then Adrian saw it. What appeared to be a man standing in the fog. It looked like the same man that was at his house, standing in the doorway. His body, his instincts, everything but his brain, all screamed out, "RUN!"

But if he was right, he would be closer to finding Julia. He focused on the man, and muttered to Chris, "Wait here." He moved out the door, into the night and rain, and began to jog quietly towards the man. He had his hand on his gun, ready to fire whenever.

( Someone stop my character please.)

[SickSlickMan]

At that point, J.T. barged into the building just as the man from the accident was about to come out. The latter stepped to the side as the former hopped up on top of one of the benches and stomped his foot loudly down on the woodwork.

"HEY! LISTEN UP!" he shouted. Almost every pair of eyes in the room looked up at him; something he wasn't necessarily used to, but he handled it fine.

"Alright, now, I think it's safe to assume that I'm not the only one here having a bad day, am I right?" At this he got a couple of nods from the people. "Right. Well, I don't know about the rest of you schmucks, but I got places to be. What I wanna do, I wanna get to Manhattan, jump into bed with my girl, watch a few scary movies, cuddle, whatever happens happens, sky's the fuckin' limit, you follow? Now, somewhere in my plans, somebody decided to fuck us over and get us stranded in the middle of Bumfuck, Wherever-the-Hell, and I for one ain't having it. Now our bus is broken down. We're ready to start pitching tents as though that were the only god damn bus in the world. Now I say we find a station, find a bus to New York, and get us all the fuck out of here. Make our days a little less sucky. So if anyone from the area knows where we can FIND a place like this, or a train station, or a fucking horse and buggy that charges by the hundred mile, please come forward, and end our reign of misery. Any takers?"

[Mr.Beyond]

BeeBee hadn't gotten very far from the terminal and the crowd when she heard JT make his announcement. He wanted to get out of here? Maybe that was a good idea. The air in this town felt... OFF, and she didn't like it.
But Neil was on his way to Beam's Creek, and Katie would KILL Bri if she found out Bri had let Neil spend the night in a creepy town, all alone with no support.

She sighed and headed back towards the group she'd been introduced to, to Chris and JT and.... raspy-voice.

"Guys?" she called out quietly. "We all rode the bus in here, and we almost killed each other. Do we... um..." She blushed, realizing she'd just DELIBERATELY called attention to herself. Man, she was insane tonight. Too many pills. But she continued. She may have been paranoid, but for once she was going to share her paranoid imaginings with someone.

"Do we really want to risk getting on any bus we can to get out of here, when there could be even crazier people on it? I don't want to end up beheaded and cannibalized. If we wait till three AM for the next bus, at least we know who's on it." She gestured around. "For example, I know one of you's not a rapist, the other doesn't seem to have a weapon and he-" She gestured outside to indicate Adrian- "he doesn't have a car anymore, from the looks of it. But if he get on a bus with us, we have substantially less chance of getting mugged and there's less chance he'll have to use that weapon on someone. We should wait. And to be honest, we should wait till morning, because daylight is ALWAYS safer. Plus, I'm waiting for a friend of mine- which means there'd be another person we could trust with us. I..." she blushed. "I watch a lot of zombie movies. And, um, you're always safer in... a group..."

Damn, that was the most coherent, bravest speech she'd made in her life. She should take two pills a day more often.

She chewed on her lip and leaned against a wall, waiting for a response. Hell, this should be an art piece. About the girl who freaked out and made everyone kill each other. She checked out her surroundings, trying to memorize them for the painting she was planning.
Wait- who was THAT guy? The tall one over there. She looked and opened her mouth to say something to Adrian or Chris- they had guns- but when she turned back there was nothing, so she kept her mouth shut.

Stress induced hallucination. Stress induced hallucination. People didn't appear and disappear. Especially not men with no face.

((Edit: Fixed.))

[N Spencer]

"Finally!" exclaimed Neil as he passed a sign that read "Welcome to Beam's Creek". The walk from the forest had left him exhausted (not surprising, given his lack of fitness) and the shortness of breath had him seeing shadowy apparitions called out of his imagination. Neil would have stopped to rest, but he needed to find Bri. She was a magnet for trouble; hell, she was a black hole in which all trouble got sucked into. Retrieving more Skittles from his bag, he set out at random, hoping he wouldn't take too long to find the bus.

At 11:58 by his watch, he finally reached the bus stops. Note to self: never wander at random to find something. EVER. AGAIN, thought Neil, looking around for any signs of life and seeing nothing other than a derelict bus, some shelters and what appeared to have once been a car... And the tall guy from the forest, facing the bus with his back to Neil. Thinking that he had probably been here for a while, Neil approached the pale businessman, in the hope he had seen where the group had gone to stay until the bus got repaired.

Up closer, it was easy to see that he was impossibly tall, almost 8, maybe 9 feet. And his skin; it was white as bone. "Excuse me, sir?" asked Neil, tapping him on the shoulder. "I was wondering if you had seen..." Oh, fuck me. he thought, as the businessman turned around.

The freak didn't have a face. It took Neil a moment to realise after all the research for his video project, he was looking at the Slender Man. Raising an arm as if to beckon Neil forwards, He slowly walked forwards as Neil started backing up before tripping over. Neil shut his eyes as the Slender man reached for him...

Then, unexpectedly, the sound of gunfire cut through the silence, and Neil heard a voice yell "Get in the bus! Now!"

He recognised that voice anywhere. Looking back at the bus, he saw Bri and several others taking refuge in the vehicle, now standing up. Without a second thought, he began sprinting towards the open doors of the bus...

[Deimos]

John had watched the little team conference from a distance, seemed like people were freakin out and the city slicker and ,suprisingly, the girl had issued orders. Maybe she was older then John thought.
Then all shit broke out and people started shootin at some suit and ran back to the bus, even tho there was still 3 hours till it was ment to be fixed.
"These people are fuckin insane!" muttered John to himself.
It was time to loose these people, John thought as he headed further into town with the intention of finding a shop still open

[SickSlickMan]

Next thing he knew, Hell had come on Earth.

There was shooting and screaming and a guy in a suit (which oddly enough looked like the guy he had collided with earlier) and next thing he knew he was in the bus with a few of the others. Foolishly enough, he decided; the damn thing didn't work.

He looked outside at the man, who now seemed to have FOUR arms. He rubbed his eyes, blinked twice, and looked again. Yeah, definitely four. Either he was in a really horrible nightmare, or the creature from those videos was right outside the bus waiting to kill them.

New plan, he thought, maybe next time we DON'T stand on a bench and call attention to ourselves. Apparently doing this will cause one of Hell's minions to rise from the depths and terrorize the earth. Duly noted. Never again.

"Not to sound like Mr. Nay-say but I'd feel a hell of a lot safer if we were mobile," he called out. "If anyone knows how to drive, by all means, but if not, I vote jump out the back and beeline outta here."

His bag was over his shoulder, and his bat was now out of its loop and in his hands. How much work it would do against someone with four arms was questionable, but it was something. Not a gun like those two had or a knife like John had...where was Johnny Boy, anyway? J.T. didn't see him anywhere on the bus. He probably did the safe thing and ran.

As much as the guy creeped him out, he kinda wished he had done that too.

[MetalGearSamus]

Thalci and Ashly had fallen into a conversation and before they knew it darkness had fallen. Thalci was startled by a gunshot and the commotion outside, but by the time she and Ashley had ran outside to see what happened, everyone was either in the bus or the hotel and there was nobody else to be seen.

"What the hell just happened!?" She shouted at the bus, she could see one of the men still had his gun out, "Are you people crazy!?"

[Theycallmehsexypants]

When Stephen had heard it wouldn't be all night, he decided to stay near the bus, and he was just staying there, leaning against the bus. Until he heard the gunshot and someone yelling to get into the bus. He stood up, startled, and looked at the direction it came from. "What the hell?" He said, before he saw it.

Him.

It has four arms, no face, and a suit. Stephen screamed, but quickly putting his hand over his mouth. He ran into the bus, due to the fact he was near a pair of open doors. This can't be real, IT JUST CAN'T. He thought to himself, as he crouched below the windows, setting his bag down and putting his hands on top of his head.

[Gatto]

(Last GM post of the RP. After this, it's fair game.)

Screaming erupted.
Crack! Crack!
Two gunshots were heard all over the small bus town. Jack accidentially dropped his beer and rushed out to see what the commotion was.
Weapons were drawn, pointed off in the distance.

A cop arrived, his gun drawn but pointed down.
"WEAPONS DOWN!"

3 hours later...

After some heavy explanation to the only cop of the small town, those who had been involved were cleared as they had claimed there was a man who had attacked, then vanished.
Now, just before midnight, the cop was out patrolling for the man. He was described to be tall, wearing a suit and no visible face. This matched the man in Jack's two videos exactly. He was now freaked out.


"AAAAUGH!" "NO!"

Two screams from different voices were heard just outside of the tiny town, near where the bus had broken down.
Several bus passengers went to check it out.

There was blood. Blood everywhere. Blood on the road. Blood on the bus. No bodies remained.
However, there were items on the road under the door to the bus. A Sherrif's badge and a gun rested in 1 notably large puddle of blood, while a the baseball cap the bus driver was wearing earlier along with a peice of fabric from the purple shirt he'd been wearing were in another.

"Holy shit..." was heard amongst the crowd.
"I don't think we're leaving at 3."

[SlenderSniper]

(How did BeeBee point to Adrian? He was outside.)

Adrian had been jogging towards the man. Then, another man appeared out of the mist. He walked up to the man in the suit, and Adrian pulled out his gun and aimed. Perhaps the two were meeting, but the one in the business suit was up to no good, and he knew it. Then something odd happened. The man who had addressed the tall business man had become afraid. And Adrian saw why.

The tall man had like four fucking arms. It reached out for him, and on instinct, Adrian aimed and fired at the arms. It almost looked like it missed, but it got the creatures attention. Adrian felt his stomach almost light on fire. The thing had no fucking face. Shit.

Adrian wasn't going to back down though. It kept the things attention while the guy ran to the bus with a few others. He ran towards the woods, and the thing followed. It almost seemed to levitate, as its legs never moved. Running on instinct, he only knew one thing. He was probably fucked. Entering into a clearing, he turned around, pointed the gun, aimed, and fired. It went right through the thing. Right fucking through him.

One of the arms swung out and hit the gun away. The other hit his head. Adrian fell to the ground, and figured this was it. Yet the creature didn't kill him. It disappeared. Adrian blacked out.

[SickSlickMan]

J.T. had just begun to calm down, with the cop around, when they heard more screams. Amongst the others he ran to see the commotion, only to find blood puddles and some tattered remains.

"Holy shit..." he heard someone say.

He inched his way forward and picked up the white hat from one of the puddles. The driver had been wearing this all day; he was certain of that much. Beside it was the sheriff's badge.

"Yeah," he said out loud, so they could all hear him. "I don't think we're leaving at three."

Or any time after that, a cold cruel voice said in his head. He did his best to shake it off.

"Alright, everyone, get back inside," he called out, dropping the hat and standing back up. "Whatever's out there, we're just helping it by staying out in the open. Get inside, get a plan going."

Though what plan they could make out of someone with four arms was beyond him entirely.