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[MetalGearSamus]

[Never mind this]

[blahblah]

Chris looked from behind the two plastic chairs.

What the fuck?
Adrian tried to talk to him, but Chris was too scared to answer because the guy was still there. he never disappeared like last time. Suddenly it was all a blur. Everyone freaked. Weapons were drawn, and people were either making it a point to get to the bus or get away from the bus.

What was chris doin? Hiding behind the plastic chairs. How long was the Slenderman there watching him?

He heard J.T. calling everyone to get back inside.
"Man up." Thought chris. Even BB gave an epic pep talk to everyone.
"Guys gather in the bus terminal." yelled Chris. He asked J.T. if he could gather everyone around. Chris arranged all the chair in a circle.

"Guys guys. We gotta do something about this. Theres a reason this guy is attacking us. We need to know everything about everyone straight up."
Chris took a deep breath. He took out his gun just in case. Slenderman anonymous. He was gonna make shit real.

[Theycallmehsexypants]

Stephen was on his hands and knees, scared for his life. "What the fuck. This can't be happening. Dammit, what do I-" Then he remembered. A blog he read. The X symbol fools him. He immediately looked under the seats of the bus and found a black sharpie. He grabbed it and drew the symbol on his left hand, and then put his hand over his face, looking through the cracks in his fingers. I don't know how it works, but he has to see the symbol. He thought, as he then drew it onto his red shirt, it was visible, thank god. The hotel, someone has to be there! He thought, as he turned around. Then he saw him. Standing at the end of the bus. Stephen stood up, and ran, leaving his bag behind him. If I have to I can get it later, if I'm alive... He said to himself. He made a mad dash for the hotel, but he felt something grab his leg and trip him, he hit his head on the ground. He felt something lift him up. No. NO! I REFUSE TO GO DOWN LIKE THIS. He said as he kicked and punched at the tentacles wrapping around him. He turned the back of his hand toward it and the tentacles backed off, and let him go. He started running again, not letting his hand move from the position it was in. He got to the hotel and almost kicked down the door, but stopped and opened it normally, closing it behind him. "Everyone, get a marker and draw this symbol on your hand or something, hurry!" He yelled, as he revealed the back of his hand to everyone in there.

[Deimos]

(OOG: longest post yet lol)

John managed to find 24/7 open store and purchased a hunting rifle. If everyone else was going to be flashing guns he wanted the biggest. There wouldn't be a problem with authorities, he had a license and his proffesion was currently listed at hunter. The town freaked him out abit, besides the store it was a ghost town. He decided to head back to the bus, but first he would scope out the woods.

John wandered the woods for a while and lost track of time. He came upon a clearing and his eyes were instantly drawn to a tree where it appeared that the bus driver and what seemed to be a cop were impaled on to branches.
"What the fuck" he mumbled, backing up when he tripped. Looking back he realised he had fallen over raspy. Adam, or Adrian? John checked him for a pulse, finding it. When slapping him failed John took a final look at the tree bodies, hoisted raspy over his shoulder and made for the motel.

[Dray]

Ashley and the older woman made short conversation for a few minutes, dancing awkwardly around the small talk that strangers make at bus stops when there's really nothing else to do. When the phone became free, the girl did her best not to straight up dive for it. Guarding the aging cream-coloured plastic like a life line, the blonde dialed home and waited for the electronic chirps that followed to resolve into a parent's voice.

The phone rang for nearly two minutes before she was forced to set it back on its cradle. "Great," she muttered. She tried to think of what to do next, but family in Beam's Creek pretty much consisted of her and her parents. She didn't have a lot of close friends, and when she finally did give in and try to reach them, she either got the same dead air, or busy signals.

Why had tonight suddenly gone so crazy?

The girl rested her arms on the counter and put her hands over her face, trying to block out the milling bus passengers and their weird conversations and the strangeness that they'd brought with them. She tried to think, but the panic that was burbling away was making that difficult. She snuffled, wiping tears from her eyes and feeling contempt for letting the waterworks get the better of her.

She finally returned to Thalci, for lack of any other plan of action, when something loud cracked sharply just outside the terminal. She had never heard gunfire before, and yelped on hearing it now. Eyes huge with panic, she looked outside to see that the rain had abruptly halted; in the dark of the night, phosphorescent orange cones of light were sifting a fog that had rolled in from out of nowhere over the parking lot. She didn't want to go outside, but Thalci was running, and nobody else was here. Even the Atkinsan girl had grabbed her purse and fled to the front of the building to see what was happening.

Ashley felt queasy, for no particular reason. She hadn't seen anyone in a business suit, let alone with four arms. She did notice one of the local police vehicles pull hastily into the terminal a few minutes later. Staying well back of the commotion, she didn't process much of what had happened. People milling, most if not all of them being the bus passengers. More gunfire, shouting... raised voices as some of the passengers tried to explain to the officer (Ashley thought he might be Jessica's dad, one of the more popular girls in her grade), and then more milling. She wondered if she could hitch a ride home with the police officer, but his expression had seemed drawn with concern; it was obvious that he was busy tracking down the man that everyone outside had witnessed.

Eventually Ashley had gone back inside to huddle on a seat with her knees drawn up to her chest. She dozed uneasily, and a scream jolted her awake again -- it felt as though her head had just dropped forward, but glancing at the clock showed that hours had passed. A second scream a moment after the first made her cling to her seat, lips drawn back in a cringe of terror. The fog was thick outside, and she couldn't see a thing... but a moment later, viscous red liquid splattered the front windows of the terminal. Ashley gave a shrill, sharp cry in response.

She didn't go outside to investigate. Too frightened, she rocked in her seat and watched other passengers who were still nearby go out to find out what had happened. Wasn't this like that one movie... by Stephen King or something? Ashley remembered a thick fog and killer mosquitos and huge tentacled death machines and didn't feel at all better for having recalled it. "What happened?" she croaked, once shaken passengers filtered back into the terminal to make a plan. What man was attacking? Was he one of the other passengers? What on earth was happening?!

[MetalGearSamus]

Thalci ran back inside the terminal, not sure why she was doing so. Some hidden dread from her past compelled her to get away; to not discover or care about what was happening. Ignorance is bliss, I guess. She calmed down as the rest of the passengers filled back in, and heard Ashley's question. She had a sudden urge to protect the girl. From what? But she ignored her own musings and when to sit next to her again.

"Uh, a cop and the bus driver were killed, I'm not sure about anything else." Boy, that's REAL comforting, she thought to herself. But she didn't know what else she could have said, "Are you O.K? Did you contact your parents? Can I help you with anything while we figure this out?"

[SickSlickMan]

He let Chris deal with them. J.T. entered the bar and poured himself a drink. Fuck this; he wasn't no leader. The guy from the accident, Adrian or whoever the hell, was better suited for that. He was just back-up. Plain and simple.

He flipped up his phone and dialed Christine's number. He brought the phone to his ear and waited for the call to go through.

He got the answering machine.

"Hey babe, uh...things are...well, kinda fucked up over here...I haven't left the hotel...and, uh...we may or may not have the spawn of Satan running around killing people...God, how I wish that was a joke...I'm gonna try and get some people together, some sane guys...and I'm gonna try to make a break for it...Hopefully you'll hear from me again before this is all over..." He paused for a little bit, before finishing with, "I love you, Christine...I'll talk to you again soon."

Hanging up was the hardest thing ever for him. But he downed his whiskey, he shook his head clear, and he stood back up. Someone was going to have to lead them. And it sure as hell wasn't going to be him. Whoever had enough sense to get out alive, that was who he was backing up. He'd be fine; he just had to keep it together.

So when he returned to the lobby to find another man freaking out, telling everyone to draw a circle and an x on themselves to keep them from getting killed, J.T. simply picked the man up and slammed him against the wall.

"You start causing a commotion, it's gonna get us all killed a whole lot faster," he said, slowly and softly, but sternly enough that it got through to the man. "Now calm the fuck down."

He let him go and looked around the room. The sense of paranoia seemed to decrease in size, if only just a little.

[SlenderSniper]

(Tell you what, Adrian will give John $20 for saving him.)

Adrian felt pain, searing at the side of his head where he'd been hit. He slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see blood all over him, but what he saw was..... a shirt. It was the back of a shirt in fact. And one thought crossed his mind, he was hallucinating.

But everything seemed too real. The pain, the shirt, and the trees. What the fuck was going on. Realizing he had to be being carried, he gave a slight punch to the back of the man. The man stopped, and set him up on his feet. Adrian held his head.

"Who are you." he muttered, too low to be heard. Then he gathered his senses. It was the man from earlier. Jake, or Jeff, or..... John! He let go of his head and smiled slightly.

"Thanks for helping me..... uh, John." He said, still slightly woozy. However, it soon all came flooding back to him, and he stared at John. How had he saved Adrian, and how was Adrian not dead? He then remembered, it had left. Or disappeared. He looked at John, then walked for a little bit, back to the clearing where he grabbed the gun that'd been knocked from his hand.

John stood there, but he wasn't looking at Adrian. He was looking at the trees. Adrian saw them now. Impaled on two branches, were a sheriff, and what appeared to be a bus driver. It wasn't pretty. There wasn't barely any blood, and Adrian guessed it was due to the fact that they'd been up there a while.

"Holy shit." He muttered. Looking at John, he motioned for them to move on. As they walked, Adrian explained what had happened to him, before pulling out a cigarette from a new pack. He lit it, and looked at John.

"How long was I out?" he asked, and John told him about two hours. They kept walking, even stepping through a puddle. They were both tired, and Adrian was disgruntled as hell. But they stopped when they saw others running to the hotel. Then Adrian smelled something. Blood. He felt the back of his head. None there. So where.....

All of the sudden, a dumbass made a run for the hotel. The thing was on him, but he escaped, ran to the hotel, and shut the door. The thing then turned for the woods on the opposite end of the road. Luckily, away from Adrian and John, but it stopped at the edge of the forest. Adrian felt his heart stop. He grabbed John and pulled him back into the forest, never taking his eyes off of it. It stared.

It's head without a face was tilted at an odd angle. It stared, and Adrian thought at them. It was boring into his skull with its..... lack of eyes. Adrian broke into a cool sweat. He was going to die. But as that came into his head, it turned, and disappeared into the forest. Adrian just stared at where it had disappeared, scared of his mind. He was oblivious to John, who was standing next to him, at all. His cigarette fell from his mouth, and he didn't even notice. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do.

[Deimos]

Adrian had filled John in on what happened. some no face, multi armed freak attacking them? sounded like bullshit, how hard had Adrian been hit? They had reached the edge of the woods when Adrian had seized up. John looked down the rifle scope at where he was pointing. Adrian was right, he could see the figure now and god damnit it had no face.

John grabbed Adrian by the shoulder and shoved him towards the motel.
"come on, lets move" he shouted as ol'faceless drifted further into the woods. When they made it back a guy was shouting at the emo looking dude, who had drawn all over himself and was urging everyone else to do so too. Everyones goin nuts, thought John, including me. Its late and Adrians story influenced my subconcious. But how do I explain these guys?

[Mr.Beyond]

((OOC: I... what. Just. Happened. Also sorry, sniper, misread a couple posts and tried to talk to your character- I'll go back and edit it so she was talking ABOUT him rather than TO him.))

What-

what was-

BeeBee sat on the ground, her body shivering in a cold shock as she tried to piece together what exactly was going on. When she looked at her phone's digital clock, it told her three hours had passed since her heroic speech. As far as she knew, two minutes had passed.

She opened her pill bottle and took out another pill, rolling it between her fingers and debating on whether or not she should take it. She'd taken two in twenty-four hours- but THREE HOURS had just passed in the blink of an eye, so could she even trust time?

No.... she needed a clear head anyways. So. What could she remember?

She got out her sketchbook, needing a visual aid, and wrote down everything that came to mind.

I go make a heroic speech about sticking together.

There's screaming.

A lot of screaming.

And gunshots.

And a man.... with four arms.



That didn't sound right. That COULDN'T be possible, that.... stuff like that only happened in horror movies and comic books.
But she could see the man clear as day in her head, clear enough that she hastily scribbled a drawing of him in the corner of the page. Black suit, tie, white face.
It sounded like that Slenderman thing her classmates were talking about. But wasn't there PROOF that he was made up? Didn't they know exactly where the story had gotten started?

Okay, okay, time to try to retrace her footsteps. She stood up, looking around for the first time. She was in.... a hotel room.
How the FUCK did she get here?

"I head to where JT was standing and I make my speech. Then.... fuzzy. I run for the bus and climb inside. I freak out. I open the bus door.....and....it leads to the terminal. I open the terminal door and...."

And she ended up here. That was it, all she could remember of the last THREE HOURS.
What in the FLYING FUCK was going on?
She opened the door of her hotel room to step outside and see if she could see anyone whose name she knew, if she could talk to them-

....and she was walking through the door of the terminal.

[blahblah]

"Wow... walk away." thought Chris... noone listened to him at all. And now he was alone.

Gotta find someone to stick to. If I die, no one will be there to tell anyone. Chris took out his (i)phone and scrolled through his contacts, but none of them worked. He got disconnected every time. Of course this would happen.

"Hm. Maybe if i take some pix and videos stuff i could put them online so people will know whats up." he thought.

Chris got out his phone and set it to record mode. "Hey guys. Uh. I was on a bus with a bunch of people.. and uh the bus broke down. Things turned to shit. A figure i believe to be Slenderman is attacking all the bus passengers." Chris took his phone and pointed to the bus, the empty police car, and the tree that Slenderman was hiding behind when he was first spotted. "We have to authority around here. The only cop in this town was slaughtered. We need help." Chris ended the video. The thumbnail looked effed up though. Chris played the video he just recorded... and nearly shit his pants.

A kind of a marching was playing in the background of the video.... and Chris's voice was messed up, like.. like a chipmunk version of his voice and a deep version was talking at the same time.. and all the colors were megaly enhanced... and... and.. slenderman... he was all over the video.

He felt tears in his eyes. And then he gasped. Someone walked in the terminal. oh. it was just bb.

[SlenderSniper]

While John had entered the room full of people, Adrian had saw something, and moved towards the bus terminal, and away from the hotel. It was a figure, apparently in a daze or something, entering the terminal. He knew Chris had to still be in there, because he wasn't in the room. And hell, someone was. He intended to find out who.

Adrian crept up behind the figure, gun pulled, and watched the figure enter. Finally reaching the door, he saw Chris with a confused look on his face. Adrian couldn't see the other person's face, so he quietly entered, and pointed the gun at the the back of the person's head.

Unless Chris gave him away, this person was as good as dead. But Adrian noticed something. This person was too short to be the thing from earlier, and it looked familiar. Then he realized that it was the girl from earlier, who Chris had talked to initially. She was no threat, but as Adrian figured this out, he didn't put the gun down to his side. And it sure made him look like he was going to kill her.

[Theycallmehsexypants]

Stephen had been too freaked out to realize no one was in the hotel aside from a person at the front desk. "If you don't leave I'm going to call security." She said, picking up the phone. Stephen felt slightly embarrassed as he opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him. He leaned against the wall and sat down, leaning against it. Now what do I do, if I go in, she'll call security. I can't stay out here though. I have to get back to the terminal. Everyone should be there. He thought, as he got up, dusted himself off, and pulled out his phone. He turned on the video camera and explained everything that had happened. Where he was, why he was there, ect. He finished and uploaded it to his youtube account, then pulled out his head phones, put them in the phone, and then listened for static. It wasn't that much, but he could tell it was getting silently louder. The louder the static, the closer he is. Stephen thought, remembering he messes up technology. He turned on a flashlight app that used his phones flash on it. He then started walking in what he hoped was the direction to the terminal.

[Mr.Beyond]

The... terminal. How the FUCK had BeeBee ended up here? She realized she was trembling and clenched her hands into fists as an attempt to stop it. Chris was in front of her, looking confused... "What-....." BeeBee bit on her lip, realizing she was on the verge of tears. "Did..... Does anyone remember.... " Breathe, breathe, she had to make sure to keep breathing. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up for some reason. She got the feeling she should turn around and look to see if there was someone behind her...
but what if it was that THING? That slenderman thing?
She shut her eyes tight, her body locking up. Shock, she was probably going into shock. God damn it.
"I.... can't remember the last few hours," she finally managed to stammer. "What happened?"

[blahblah]

Chris saw Adrian with his gun pointed at Bri's head.
"PFFFFFFFFFFT" "Dude. uve been generous with your gun man. Your scaring the shit out of everyone." He wrestled the gun from Adrian's hand. "No one likes it when you wave that thing around ok?" Chris suddenly felt a lump in his throat. and the only way to get that lump out was to keep telling Adrian off. "People feel like crap around here ok? Maybe you would calm Bri down if you werent trying to kill her." Chris took the gun and fired three shots right next Adrian's foot. "You like that?" Chris then through the gun across the terminal. "Put that thing away if your going to use it like tha-.. yea like that." Chris' voice wavered when he spoke. Everything was blurry because he felt like he was going to cry. Then he just let it out. Fuck it. Why not cry? Why not? He finally calmed himself down and looked at BB.

"Oh and uh. uh. the tall thing killed the bus driver and a cop. Some people are going to places to unwind and make plans on what to do next, and others are uh meeting here.. yea."

Chris cleared his throat. It was pretty awkward.