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[Gatto]

 [RP] IC: Slenderman RP

[Seraphic Adonis]

At roughly the middle of the bus, a young man sat; he'd clearly been on there for several stops. His coat had been taken off and draped over the seat as a cover. He looked like he was trying to get to sleep, but the noise of the bus was keeping him up. But then he heard Harrison talking; his ears perked up. Then they fell once again.

"What an arse," he mumbled, going back to trying to sleep.

[MetalGearSamus]

Thalci, engrossed in the conclusion of her novel, did not notice the new arrivals or the temperature fluctuation that accompanied the opening and closing of the doors. It was another few minutes until she finished, after which she put the book in her backpack that was sitting next to her, and frowned after rummaging through it for a few moments.

Darn it, I should have gotten off at that last stop. Now I don't have any more books to read...

[SickSlickMan]

J.T. looked up from his laptop at the man talking to his. He heard him say something about a guy in a suit and a need to got to Buffalo. He frowned. Stalker?He should probably go to the cops for that, he thought. Get a restraining order or something. Hell, probably cheaper than busing to New York.

He shrugged it off and reached into his pocket for a stick of gum, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth. It was his third stick of the day, and his chewing, he knew, was greatly aggravating the old woman in front of him. She turned around to give him another rude look as the chewing began once again. Dunno what you're complaining about, lady, he thought as he fired a rude look back. Beats smoking, doesn't it?

[Watson]

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Standing in the cold rain, waiting for a bus, was not Jeremiah's idea of fun regardless of how much he loved the rain. As creative a mood as the sordid weather put him in, he was not pleased to have to wait so longand become so soaked.

'Should have pakced an umbrella, now shouldn't you have, dumbass?'

His own mental scorn of himself brought a chuckle out as he saw the bus finally arrive. Shaking off what little water he could like a dog, Jeremy boarded the bus with a heave of his back-pack and a small grin. Hopefully now, he could get some writing done in his seat.

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[Gymen]

Vlad was watching T.V. with his sons when he heard a knock at the door. It was his good friend Kristin. She had been all shaken up by something, but she wouldn't tell him OR his sons. All she would say is "I saw HIM again." Vlad had no idea who he could be. Maybe it was her violent ex-boyfriend? The night was dark, and something about the way Kristin was acting made Vlad think this 'him' wasn't human. [/i]

[Mr.Beyond]

'Shiiiiiii-WAAAAIT~!" BeeBee begged of the bus as its doors started to close. Damn it, this was the last bus out of Toronto until midnight. She wasn't going to hang around this bus station until midnight, she wasn't, no WAY. She managed to shove an arm through the doors before they shut and she cowered under the driver's glare as she scrambled on, dragging her portfolio and backpack. She'd really had to pee, was that her fault? Should she be condemned to ride the midnight bus with the homeless and drunk just because she'd had to pee?
As a force of habit her eyes scanned the bus. This was what she did, picking apart her surroundings, looking for any threats. She made a mental inventory- Young man, probably not much older than her, talking into a camera. Videoblogging or something. Another young man, trying to sleep. Young woman with her nose buried in a book. Young man obnoxiously chewing gum. Elderly woman glaring. Young rain drenched man. A few elderly people, some businessman. No, no businessman, just an odd white glare that had caught her eye. Whatever, she needed to take a pill. As she took her seat she drew up a path from herself to the exit- she'd have to walk past at least three of the taller men to get to the exit.
She rolled her eyes at herself as she pulled her knees up into her seat. At least now she'd gotten better. A few months ago she would have been trying to decide how and why each one of them wanted to kill her.
She put in her headphones, hoping Buffalo would hurry along.

[Seraphic Adonis]

Casimir opened one eye lazily and looked around the bus; it had been filling up nicely, even if someone has just charged in, letting in a foul draft. He absently put a hand into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes; he removed one, allowing the packet to close and slide into his pockets.

He pulled a lighter from another pocket, placed the cigarette in his mouth, then made a motion to light it. But before he did so, he paused; the fire on the lighter fizzled out.

"...are there smoking laws in this country?" He looked around the bus for confirmation of this; he'd have to resort to the nicotine patches if he couldn't light a cigarette. Then again, he'd seen someone with some gum...

[SickSlickMan]

He looked around the bus and noticed that more people were staring at him. Two people, to be exact. One was a girl who had spared him a second glance upon entering the bus, looking at him like he was an annoying insect (to which he shot back a look that said differently; he wasn't a big artsy kind of guy, but on women, the look was cute enough). The other one was looking at him while holding an unlit cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. The look the man gave him was a pondering one. J.T. made the connection.

If he asks me for gum, I may ask him to take the smoke and shove it up his ass, he thought to himself...but he really wouldn't, would he? No, probably not. It wasn't in his nature to be like that. If the man asked for gum, he would probably comply.

Ah hell, he thought, I got enough for a small African village. I can probably share. Only if he asks, though. And with that in mind, he returned to his laptop to re-watch that one video entry where the entity pushes the door open and stalks into the room and really he wondered did the man not know how to knock?

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian drove through the rain in his old, white, Honda Civic. He held a cigarette in one hand, and the wheel in the other. He took a deep inhale, and finished it off, throwing it out the window. God that was good he thought, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He came to a red light and looked back. There was some stupid teenager, looking around as he picked up the discarded cigarette from the sidewalk. Adrian's first thought was, Damn, I got good distance on that one! Adrian thought this way, because, he's an asshole, he thinks he's better then everyone, and maybe because he had started smoking at age ten. Finally he pulled into the driveway of his nice blue house.

Adrian entered his home after a long day at his crappy office day. He threw his suit coat off and his briefcase aside, sighing. Expecting his wife to be in the kitchen, he opened the door and looked around. No sign of her. He grabbed a candy bar and took a bite, thinking of where she could be hiding. He decided she might be asleep or something, and decided to try upstairs.

He headed up the steps, but as he reached the second floor, he fell to his knees and began to cough violently. Clutching his chest, and wheezing in between each cough, his eyes grew blurry. Adrian had this coming of course. His last trip to the doctors, he was told that if he didn't stop his smoking habit, death before age forty, was certain. But him smoking was the one thing that the doctor, or even his lovely wife Julia couldn't make him stop doing.

He finally got up, wiping his mouth, and pressed on. He stopped at the shut bedroom door, thinking. Julia was a light sleeper, that coughing would have woke her. He grabbed the handle to the door. It was locked. He threw the candy bar to the ground, and kicked to door open. Rushing in, he began to call out.

"Julia, Julia! Julia! Jules!" He yelled out in his slightly raspy voice, as he looked around the room. No Julia, just a crap load of creepy ass drawings taped all over the wall. He almost cringed at them all. Running over to the closet, and grabbing the revolver in the closet, he loaded it carefully. He pulled a cigarette out and popped it in his mouth. He put the revolver in his pocket, and pulled out his lighter. The cigarette glowed orange, and he inhaled deeply.

Something was wrong, Julia was gone, and he intended to find out where, and why.

[Gatto]

The bus driver quickly answered a call. He nodded in agreement, and typed in something on his keyboard again.

Suddenly, he began speaking into the PA system.
[/b]"Gruh, sorry. We have to stop into Niagara Falls to pick up another patch of passengers heading to Buffalo - Total time to Niagara should be about 2 hours and fifteen minutes - we apologize for any inconvienence."

A groan was heard from around the bus.

A "no smoking sign" soon after illuminated, followed by one more groan near the back of the bus.

[Seraphic Adonis]

"Oh, delightful," muttered Casimir, putting the cigarette back into the packet; the packet into the pocket. He rifled around in his prodigious pockets, before pulling a nicotine patch out. He pulled back one of his sleeves and went about applying it.

[SlenderSniper]

The neighborhood would seem peaceful to anyone passing by.... But no one was. The entire neighborhood was vacant of anyone on the sidewalk or in the street. Just then Adrian came bursting out of his house. He was still wearing his white button shirt that he normally wore under his suit coat, but he had thrown his tie off, and left it inside. He had also, moronically left his door wide open, but he was too focused on finding Julia to notice.

He stopped at the sidewalk in front of his house and stared around at the vacant area. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. This neighborhood(which he hated) was usually lively, no matter how much he didn't like it. It wasn't just vacant, it was dead. A silence filled the air, besides the sound of the pouring rain, as Adrian took another inhale of the cigarette protruding from the right corner of his mouth. Coughing slightly, he walked next door and to the front door.

He banged on the door with his left hand. "Hey, open up, I need to ask you some questions!" He said, his voice again slightly raspy. There was silence again. He banged on the door again. "I'll break this door down if I have to!" Again no sound. Adrian didn't move to break the door though. He looked around. The car was there, but there was something.... odd going on and Adrian felt it was best to leave it alone.

However, the next four houses were the same. No answer, no movement, not much of anything. At this point Adrian's cigarette was done, and he threw it on the porch of the house he was standing in front of. He stomped on it, exclaiming rather loudly, "God F***ING D***IT!!!"

He looked around. No one was staring at him. No one was outside for that matter. He probably should try across the street, but he had a feeling he wouldn't get an answer. He ran home, planning to get his keys, and another pack of cigarettes. What he found was a mess. He entered the house he had left open, and he surveyed the room in shock.

Pictures were thrown to the ground, his couch was flipped over, the TV was smashed, and the kitchen door was hanging from the hinges. He pulled out his revolver and steadily moved, looking around. He had only been gone five minutes, and the house was in sight. He would have seen someone, or heard this happening.

However, despite his search of the house, there was no one there. Just a hug f***ing mess. He grabbed the keys, and put the new pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket, pulling out one cigarette from the pack in his pants pocket. He also pulled out the lighter from the same pants pocket and lit the cigarette he had placed in his mouth. He inhaled deeply, and walked out of the house. He locked the door, while putting his tie back on, before he went outside and shut the door behind him.

Getting in his car, he stopped for a second to think. He was going to drive around the block, looking for her, then he was going to just drive around the more well known areas looking for her. That was what he decided as he twisted the key and the engine roared to life.

[Mr.Beyond]

BeeBee grimaced, mortified that the gum-chewing fellow had made eye contact with her, and looked pointedly out the window. Nothing to see here, stop looking at me, nothing to see here, she repeated like a mental mantra. At least the poor guy who couldn't smoke provided some manner of distraction.
Now, what to do in the two hours until they got to Niagra Falls? She pulled out her sketchbook and started blocking in rough outlines of the bus seats, counting the number of passengers and drawing in rough, empty circles to represent their heads.

[SickSlickMan]

Tough shit, compadre, J.T. thought smugly as the smoker popped a patch. Shit's bad for you anyway. He had worked a convenience store the past summer where 80-85% of his customer base had come in strictly for cigarettes. Although not the religious type, he had given God permission to smite him if he ever sold another pack of smokes to anyone ever again.

He went back to his laptop and typed a message to his girlfriend. Christine was waiting for him in Manhattan; this bus would take him right there. Lucky me, he thought.

He felt a slight chill come over him as he went back to the videos he was watching. The videos were scary, and more than once he could not fall asleep due to nightmares, but they were addicting as hell, and in this day and age to get hooked on something was a rarity. Especially now that Lost is over.