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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Nov 4, 2015 23:21:17 GMT
Chase blinked. The guy on the ground let out an almost impossible high-pitched whine, muffled by the fact that his face was planted in the dusty floorboards. Was he injured or something? "Whoa, hey man..." Chase poked the 'dead body' nervously. He was about to come up with another snarky response, when he realized that he still had a glass of water in his hand. "Uh, here dude, drink some water." He set the cup down next to the hooded lump curled up on the ground as a kind of peace offering.
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Post by toake on Nov 5, 2015 2:24:44 GMT
Okay then, scratch off 'mass murderer finding its next victim in a vulnerable state.' For now.
Adding to 'for now' was the inability to control oneself. Sure, it was bad enough that getting up was far from an option. Now, with someone watching, it was going to be ten times as worse. Well, more like eight and a half. Ten's a little drastic, and is usually saved for a later time. A time filled with horrible screaming on everyone's part, so... yeah. That can wait.
For now, rolling. Roll away from your problems, since walking is a no-go-
Rolling into a cup full of water is the worst decision, evidently. Having paid no mind to where they were headed, the hooded -and evidently masked- figure had tumbled onto its side with a disturbed huff, and had landed on said water placed next to it. Timing or intentional, turmoil ensued shortly after.
The figure attempted to bolt to its feet, and tripped over them in its hurry. Balancing out with its hands, the mystery person scrambled to its scattered cargo, a rather impressive amount to be toted by a single person, and scuttled up beside a rather sizable sack stuffed full with plush pokemon. With the same swiftness and just as many mistakes, it scooped up what'd spilled out and... promptly burrowed into said bag, or at least made another half-successful attempt. It mainly resulted in some of the plushies popping out of their woven home again, but the oddly slim -and short, while we're noting offsets- guy was already jammed halfway inside and unable to reclaim them.
After a few seconds of realizing they'd somehow gotten stuck, they gave up the ghost and simply... sat, sticking halfway out a bag of tiny stuffed imitations. Huh. It'd taken up to now to have a reason to realize it, but the 'guy' in question was wearing an awfully small set of shorts.
Shorts and tights.
Hm.
Best not stare.
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Nov 5, 2015 3:16:04 GMT
"Uwah--h-hey! You spilled the--" This weirdo was all over the place. One minute the guy bolted to his feet, then tripped again, and this time was spilling all kinds of.....stuffed animals? How much creepier could this get? Chase gritted his teeth, his tail poofing out with irritation. "HEY STUPID WEIRDO CALM DOWN!" He glared at the newcomer, stuck in a pile of weirdo stuffed animals he had in his weirdo bag. "Wait......" Chase squinted at the hooded stranger, their wardrobe seemed... "Are you uh...a uh.....girl?"
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Post by toake on Nov 6, 2015 3:41:40 GMT
Ignore, ignore! Fail to not fail wisdom check!
The strange stranger was about to become stranger, to put it in a strange sense. Strange enough, it wasn't the strangest bit of stra- ...Okay, I'll stop now.
So, said indeterminate weirdo had now seemed to entirely flip out. They'd flipped into the bag, and attempted to seal it off behind themself with an inhuman squeak. Had their face been visible, people may've died from the heat. Thankfully, it still fell short of starting a fire. In additional thanks, it couldn't start a fire anyway. There might be a reclassification of what counts as 'human' had that been the case, and anthropological discussion always ended poor. It could be blamed for many conflicts, in spite of underlying political topics...
I hope rambling is just a phase.
If the sack had stayed open, implied chagrin of its occupant, one could resume inquiry of human state. 'Seizure' came first on the list of assumptions, closely seconded by 'utter psychopath.' Within, the hooded/masked/whatever'd someone had started a violent shake. Mayhaps they were dying from sheer embarassment, or they'd taken up the challenge of trying to vibrate through matter in kind to fictional superheroes. Of course, there was also the chance they were overloaded from twelve seconds of one-sided conversing.
Though unlikely, the possibilites were endless pretty limited, in actuality. It was more probable they were just having a panic attack.
Hey, I said 'probable.' I never mentioned 'better.'
MMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH
There were those noises, again.
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Post by zoroark93 on Nov 6, 2015 4:37:23 GMT
A man walks near the hotel, carrying a large duffel bag, seeming somewhat exhausted, on seeing the hotel, he walks towards the door, thinking he has found a place to rest, though questioning whether or not he would stay very long based on the state of the hotel. Ignoring his better judgment, he decides to enter the hotel. As he approaches the door, he hears a commotion on the other side. Curiosity getting the better of him, he cautiously opens the door, as he questions his choice.
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Nov 6, 2015 6:06:51 GMT
Chase squinted at the girl who was now...shaking....and making strange noises. Exorcist was just a movie. Exorcist was just a movie. Exorcist was just a movie. Exorcist was just a-- He jumped and yelped quite audibly when the door opened aLL BY ITSELF-- No, just another visitor. "Oh...uh...welcome? Do you two know each other?"
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Post by zoroark93 on Nov 7, 2015 3:50:45 GMT
He jumps slightly, not expecting to hear a voice so close to him, but he tries to keep his composure, and tries to keep his panic from showing too much. "I-I would actually be shocked if that was someone i know" He says as he starts to calm down and look around him, noticing them mess, and the stranger inside the bag. He pauses as he thinks about what he had just gotten himself into, before asking a question of his own. "Im almost afraid to ask, but what happened in here?" he asks, as he looks back at the stranger inside the bag, wondering if they had gotten stuck in there, and had given up. With a sigh he looks at Chase, noticing his tail, and ears. He gives into his curiosity again, and follows up with another question. "And why are you dressed like that?"
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Post by FruitPunchNinja on Nov 8, 2015 6:49:48 GMT
Chase threw his hands up. "I have no idea! This guy--...er....uh....girl--wait, dressed like what?" He paused, then realized that these two (apart from the attire) were normal humans.... "O-oh..." He passed a hand over his fuzzy poochyena ears, and swished his tail. "This is...uh....um..." Wait, if they stay...they'll turn into something like the rest of us...they won't be able to leave! His head started to ache. They have to leave...they have to--.... A searing pain hit the back of his head, scrambling his thoughts. It was like the hotel knew what he was thinking and wouldn't let him warn them.
(guys i'm sorry but i'll have to leave this to you guys for now i'll be back in a bit)
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Post by toake on Nov 9, 2015 5:30:25 GMT
So, of course there were additional witnesses to the tragic destruction of my life!
Hiding in plushieland, both distraught and emotionally disassembled, the hooded and masked human was running through permutation after permutation of nightmare scenarios. One of which was taking place outside the safety of ignorance. Any set of circumstances held potential for regaining composure, except... now, it seemed. No normalizing, no, coherence was exclusive to sanity. Spectacular. Now the next available question: what was worse?
Advantages could be strained out of any poor situation, current included; if there were any foothold to be had, it'd need to be seized while those in proximity were occupied with one another. With cargo scattered in haphazard fashion, sense would dictate collecting the valuables, then, of course, bailing to the nearest hotel roo- oh, rent was a factor. Pay for a key for the night. Now to find the desk.
From inside a sack. With zero visibility.
This... wouldn't do.
Exiting the sack wasn't a possibility, either.
Now what, brain? Still out of commission?
Perfect.
Maybe they could roll.
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Post by zoroark93 on Nov 10, 2015 4:03:41 GMT
The man turns his attention to the bag with a person stuffed inside. Whoever was in the bag had not moved at all, since he arrived. He approaches the bag, worried for the person inside. He kneels down next to bag, and lightly pushes it, praying that they react. "Are you alright in there?" He watches the bag for any sign of movement, trying to keep himself from thinking about the worst possible outcome.
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