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Post by SilentHero on Dec 27, 2008 11:07:17 GMT
(EDIT, since it doesn't really hold any bearing right now, I'm going to edit my last post. Think I'll hold off from letting Jim know Jack is down here.)
Walking around the elevator lobby, Jim sees various entrances laid out all around the lobby, each labeled with a sign over the doorways. Some steps away, Jim found the group from upstairs among themselves, most of them anyway. Kierra was not among them and neither was Jason. Perhaps they had went off to look around.
Jim didn't really feel the need to approach the group at the moment. The small young girl that had assaulted him earlier was here and although she seemed as terrified as ever, she seemed to have support from another older boy which kept her steady. The wasted teen was still being tended to by the much older fellow, old by the boy's age, not Jim's. They seemed to be content to stick together as a pack, which meant they were safe for the time being. However, Jason could be alone and in danger. He would have to look for him.
Walking past the group, Jim heads to the first entrance he spots, a door marked "Locker Room". The sign over the doorway was fairly simple, a blue rectangular board withe words printed in large, bold black letters. The floor of the locker room was covered in cracked tiles and the room stinked of mildew.
Inside laid a small bank of large personal lockers on the right hand side of the room. A long wooden bench stood parallel to the lockers and to the left hand side of the room had an entrance leading to a small shower room. Inside the room stood ten private enclosed shower stalls with walls separating each and a door to guarantee privacy.
Perhaps Jason was hiding inside one of the shower stalls.
SEARCH Jim first heads to the shower room and searches each individual stall, finding now sign of Jason as he did so. Stepping out of the shower room, he then heads to lockers and proceeds to search them all and is surprised to find that they are all unlocked. To be thorough, he then checks under the bench. END SEARCH
Standing at the bank of lockers, Jim's right leg, or more accurately, the stump of his leg begins to ache terribly, throbbing in fact. Taking a time out from looking for Jason, he stills down at the bench and rubs the ache out of his leg, just above the prosthetic. He has been walking around a bit, climbing stairs and searching rooms. Ever since he has lost his leg and gotten this artifical one, it always begins to ache when he overdoes it, even when when he was nineteen, when he first got it.
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Post by alx on Dec 27, 2008 13:35:16 GMT
[This part is entirely in Nihongo and is cannot properly be expressesd in the English language so just pretend like you are reading a haiku]
She said "Do you despise me now because I let him do this to you?"
He said "No, I do not think that even though I cannot stop wondering why you would allow such a thing to happen..." She said "That person said it would be poison to you, to do this thing" (drink with a pill) He said "And even when I called for help, after I helped you, then you let him do this"
She said "My shame is already great, would you make it worse after you see how weak I am?" He said "This outsider is ineffective so far, it must be obvious even to you"
She said "I must respectfully disagree, for he was the one who brought the wine and medicine..."
He said "If that is the case, then perhaps I have judged him harshly but even so"
She said "He came here only to help you, can't you forgive his ignorance?"
He said "I don't expect anything more from him but how dare you ask me to forgive your betrayal?" She said "Why would you save such a worthless person only to discard her so quickly?"
He said "But I had no idea that you would prove so faithless, now it seems prudent to cast you aside before you can harm me a third time..."
She said "Don't be so heartless! You must let me repay my debt"
He said "Please forgive my anger, I can see that you are an honorable woman and that I should allow you to prove your worth so I will forget this indiscretion until you can show your true character"
She said "How can you bring such understanding? Even the Buddha might be angry for this, yet forgiveness is found here"
He said "Don't mistake me- The next time someone forces his finger down my throat, I will bite it off" then he took another pill and chased it down with a shot of vodka
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Dwz
Lying Figure
Faceless
Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key
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Post by Dwz on Dec 28, 2008 9:33:23 GMT
The bar was empty, many of the chairs layed scattered on the floor. It almost looked like a bar fight happened here. Something was dripping behind the bar counter, Jack sighed deeply and approached it carefully. He grabbed a chair and threw it over the bar hoping to hit whatever was making the sound. He heard the chair smash, taking down some bottles with it. "Damnit," he muttered to himself watching bottles of booze fall and break on the bar ground.
He went over the counter and sat on the floor grabbing one bottle that was still in one piece. He opened it and started gulping on its contents. "Max, where the hell are you?" he was talking to himself sitting on the floor. As the bottle drew to an end Jack's frustration at Max's silence grew ever stronger. "Max!!" he was nearly yelling out. Nothing. He grasped the bottle by the neck and smashed one end into the counter wall. The bottle broke halfway through leaving sharp shard sticking out with a nice "handle" - the bottle's neck.
"Better than nothing," Jack said and got up. He left the bar and went towards the Restaurant Dining Room.
[SEARCH] Jack searches the tables of the dining room, under them, checks the small food area etc. [SEARCH]
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insaneserini
Mumbler
Killjoyous
Wanna know why I'm whittling?
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Post by insaneserini on Dec 28, 2008 16:24:57 GMT
"Oh no! You idiot!" Riiko yelled. "Jordan...come on...don't do that..." "I'll be fine." "..." Riiko watched carefully over him, but he really seemed to be fine. "So...who did you save me from? Was it the cult...?" (I'm doing this on my phone, so it's short. Alx can move Riiko around when I can't post.)
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Post by vehilli on Dec 28, 2008 20:19:29 GMT
"Hello?" Nick Jackleson said into the Reciever of the Phone.
"Mr Jackleson, you're wife is taking Your Porche for a wild ride and has stolen your Wine collection."
"WHAT? Son of a bitch! God damn, when I get out of this Fucking apartment, I'm gonna rip her apart!..." He trips and falls, landing on an aeresol can. He accidentally sprays in his eyes, "Ah, Damnit!"
"Sir, what should I do?"
"Simmons, Send my dog Fido after her. Tell him to bite her, and she'll let go of the wine. Make sure the wine doesn't get hurt."
"And the Porche?" Simmons replied.
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PORCHE!" he shouted quickly, then turned around.
"Actually sir, you don't have a Dog. Or a wife! They both left you! You're not good enough for them, especially for your Wife Michelle!"
"You son of a bitch-"
"You haven't been in a movie for a decade!"
"You make sandwitches, Right?"
"You're pathetic you washed up loser!"
"I'm gonna make sure you don't get a job anywhere else, Sandwitch man! you're fired!"
"I DON'T EXIST! I DON'T EXIST! IDONTEXISTIDONTEXISTIDONTEXIST"
"YOU MAKE SANDWITCHES, RIGHT?" Nick shouted.
-boop-
Nick blinked, and looked back at the Phone. There was no phone. "God I hate Vonage... fucking commercials."
Nick walks over to the hallway, the bloody sign on the wall is gone. He takes the Aeresol can with him just for the Hell of it, and glances down at it. "Well, one man's trash is another man's treasure." he chuckles and walks to the Elevator, taking it down to the lower floors.
He searches for a sign and when he finds one, immediately makes a beeline to the Bar. He bumped into someone on the way in, and melodramatically shoves him to the side of the doorway to make more room for him. The man seemed to keep to himself but was menacing enough to warrant Nick to move on quickly. He walked up to the bar and sat on a stool, "The best friend I could have right now is Dan Jackals(tm) Whiskey... What a pal..."
"Where the hell's the Bartender?!" he called out, then slammed on the bar, "BARTENDER!" he shouted, standing. He reaches over the bar and grabs a bottle of Dan Jackals, looking back at the Person he knocked over. "Hey kid, you the Barkeep round here? Because if so you got some FUCKING BAD SERVICE!" he shouts, and takes a sip, mumbling "shaken not stirred..." he chuckles, relaxing.
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Post by Temple Black on Dec 29, 2008 5:23:19 GMT
Kierra noticed the hall was quiet and very empty. She felt very alone and it made her nervous.
She ran down the hallway to the elevator to try it, as she noticed the button light was now on. She pressed it, and with a little chime, the doors opened. She stepped on, and the doors slowly shut, and with a squeak, the elevator lowered after she pushed the lobby button.
It rocked slightly as it decended, it must have been very old. Distorted oldies played inside, and she was half tempted to throw the brick that she had found at the banged up speaker, but she did not.
The elevator came to a halt, and the doors creaked open. A dim lit lobby stood before her, in all it's dark magnificence, and filled her with a chill that reached the core of her being.
***SEARCHING LOBBY*** Kierra stepped off, and started to explore. She looked behind framed pictures, great mirrors, in and under old victorian furniture. She looked in potted plants, which have long since died. After she was done, she took a nap on one of the antique loveseats.
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Post by alx on Dec 29, 2008 6:48:09 GMT
"So...who did you save me from?" Riiko asked "Was it the cult...?"
"Cult?" Jordan mused "Okay that makes sense. There were some guys in really freaky looking costumes which didn't make any sense to me at the time but yeah, if they were cultists then I get why they'd dress up like that"
"Costumes?" She asked "Why were they wearing costumes?"
"How should I know?" Jordan countered "It's your cult... Well, what is the last thing you remember?"
"Waking up in this room with you" She replied
"Yeah, that makes sense too" he agreed "You seemed pretty out of it when I rescued you and wouldn't run when I told you to but you followed when I grabbed your arm. So you can't remember the fight? Then you might've taken a blow to the head before I got involved- Better check you for a concussion"
Riiko sat on the bed and let Jordan examine her scalp. He was surprisingly gentle, then he took her chin and stared deep into her eyes which was also nice until he snapped his finger very loudly right behind her ear, which startled her
"You definitely don't have any cuts on your scalp, nor could I find any brusing so that's good. You're alert and pupil dilation is even, so I doubt you have any internal damage. Could they have drugged you?"
"I don't think so..." Riiko said "The only drug we ever used was Claudia, which doesn't cause memory loss- It only makes you trip balls"
"Well, I guess we are pretty much in the clear for now but keep your eyes open for guys in freaky costum..." He quit speaking and suddenly looked like he was going to be sick. Riiko knew she should never have let him take those pills with vodka!
"They were wearing costumes..." Jordan repeated, but Riiko didn't understand "Anyone could've been wearing them and we will have no idea who they are if they take the costumes off! That guy Jim could've been one. I doubt it but the fact is we have no way of knowing who your would-be kidnappers were if they aren't in costume. From now on, you need to be real careful about who you let in this room"
Riiko definitely understood what Jordan was talking about now, and asked him "But how long are we going to hide in here?"
"Just a little while longer" Jordan explained "I am in no shape to take a couple guys on by myself right now"
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Post by Vio on Dec 29, 2008 14:14:04 GMT
TURN UPDATE!
A new Player shall be joining our ranks soon, I decided to take this late entry, due to the Forum relocation. Welcome!
Rooms to Explore
(Characters may enter and explore any of these rooms) ("x" means that the room have been searched)
Hotel: Room 601 x Room 602 x Room 603 x Room 604 x Room 605 x Room 606 x Room 607 x Room 608 x Room 609 x Room 701 x Room 702 x Room 703 x Room 704 x Room 705 x Room 706 x Ambassador’s Suite x Commodore’s Suite x Elevator (door is OPEN)
Hotel, Lower Levels:
x Lobby Front Desk Concierge Kiosk x Bar x Resturant Dining Room Resturant Lounge Moody Convention Hall Thornton Convention Hall Indoor Pool Gym Sauna x Locker Room Underground Parking Garage Computer Lab Front Door (locked) "Employees Only" Door (locked)
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ADVICE: Try to include an Exploration Action in the first post of the Turn, so that your character will have a chance to find weapons, medications, and keys each turn. Then for the rest of the turn, your character can concentrate on interaction without worry, and still get the work out of the way. That way, these Areas will be finished in 2-3 turns. In addition, it will help bring substance into the posts, you are painting a picture, it doesn't have to just be just Decay in this world.
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Jordan has recovered from his wounds! Jack (Dwz) is armed with a Broken Bottle (Unconcealed Weapon). Kierra is armed with a Brick (Unconcealed Weapon).
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BogeyMeph
Lying Figure
Character: James Sentzke
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Post by BogeyMeph on Dec 29, 2008 18:34:11 GMT
Coming off of the elevator, James immediate went for the employees only door... but, to his dismay, it was locked. He was hoping to find a lighter or something of the sort. Employees had those types of things. Since his entrance was barred, he decided to, instead, head for another door. He didn't even care what it was. He was bored.
So he pushed open a door and found himself in the Indoor Pool. He bummed around a bit, looking at the water.. Didn't look clean.. then again, he never thought "clean" pools were clean.. half a pool full of bleach with another half full of water... didn't seem clean to him. He sighed, poking around.. might be something fun in here..
SEARCH - Indoor Pool:
He checked under the chairs around the pool, checked in the water, though he wasn't about to get wet.. well.. maybe if something cool was down there.. Indoor pools didn't typically have much in the way of hiding places.. but he figured he'd check every potted plant they had. Where did he hide stuff at home? In the plants. He even checked the towel bin, since it seemed like a pretty good place to shove things.. one never knew~ End Search
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Boris Stoke
Creeper
Some of the best things in life don't exist.
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Post by Boris Stoke on Dec 29, 2008 20:07:43 GMT
(wow, the holidays distracted me way more than I expected. Luckily it doesn't look I missed too much from not posting for a few days aside from missing out on some search turns.)
Mark was glad to finally be on the ground floor of the hotel. It seemed as rundown as the rest of the place, but it felt grander than he expected. It looked as if at one time it was probably a very nice place.
Though the sixth floor had presented him with a feeling of isolation he was still surprised when the elevator finally opened and there was no one bustling around the front lobby. His new companions dispersed quickly searching with some purpose he did not seem to possess. Perhaps it was time to say goodbye to them. The first thing Mark did was head for the front door. Locked. Typical.
The hotel was old. The front was not full of glass doors like a more modern establishment. Instead there was a big grand double door sealing him from outside. There'd be no way to throw a chair through it. It appeared very secure.
He wondered where the heck everyone was going. Bars? Locker rooms? Pools? There were more pressing matters, he thought.
SEARCH - (Front Desk) Mark went over to the front desk. It was not as dusty as he expected. It seemed almost wiped clean recently. Used, but not damaged. It stood out oddly to him.
He checked all the drawers, went through the random papers on top. He futilly checked the phone, thinking there was no point to outright avoid it. Finally, he rested his hands on top of the desk, feeling the firm wood. Oak. The hotel must've been fairly classy indeed.
END SEARCH
Mark sat down at the front desk, enjoying the leather swivel chair which seemed design more for the head of the entire hotel than a simple front desk attendant. He rested for a time, having been standing up for some time now. He'll get back to everyone else later.
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Dwz
Lying Figure
Faceless
Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key
Posts: 435
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Post by Dwz on Dec 29, 2008 21:49:23 GMT
Making his way through the Dining Room Jack flips the tables in his way until he notices something on one lone table in the corner. "I'll hold on to this," he says grabbing the thing he saw. Still virtually armless Jack sits down on some chair trying to recall how he got to this place. Last thing he can recall is him drinking in some sleazy hotel room with someone that wasn't even worth calling a woman. Then he passed out. Did that sleazy trollop bring him here? Couldn't have. Jack weighed enough to not be handled or carried by a woman. And yet somehow he got here. Did someone she knew bring him here? But for what purpose then? This whole situation made no sense whatsoever. On top of that Max was still missing in action. A voice. A presence. Something that couldn't be grasped or understood by anyone except Jack himself ... was missing. Dead? No. How could one kill something that doesn't fully exist in the first place? Where was he then.
Jack got up and kicked the chair aside in a childish fit. It made a huge racket as it tumbled across the floor breaking glasses and plates along its way. Jack quickly went towards the Restaurant Lounge to avoid anyone finding him. The thought of him having to face people who could've potentially been the ones that put him here without Max's guidance was too scary.
[SEARCH] Jack searches the Restaurant Lounge. Sofas, under tables etc. [SEARCH]
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Post by Toadkiller Dog on Dec 30, 2008 10:45:17 GMT
Name: Bella-Marie Kalivosa Gender: Female Age: 22 Height: 5'5" Weight: 146 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Ethnicity: Brazilian/Cherokee Build: Voluptuous
Description: Bella-Marie has dark skin, and darker eyes and hair. A thickly gauged lip ring protrudes from the left of her lower lip, while a thin nose ring adorns her right nostril, as well as two more in similar fashion through the corner of her right eyebrow. She is fairly short, and "thick". No where near skinny, but not quite overweight or chubby either. She is often seen wearing black tshirts with one of her favorite metal band's logos plastered over it, wearing a loose fitting, fairly short exotic looking skirt along with trashy looking thigh high stockings. She is never seen without her pair of black, bulky looking combat boots, scuffed, dirty and worn. She also often wears many pieces of jewelry such as various necklaces, rings and bangles/bracelets simultaneously. Bella speaks very fluent English, but with a fairly heavy Brazilian accent.
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Bella-Marie awoke to the sound of dripping water somewhere near her head. She bolted to an upright sitting position, eyes still clouded with drowsiness and unable to take in everything at once. She had been laying flat on her back on what she could only comprehend at first as a bench composed of long, wooden slats. She felt a bit nauseated and more than groggy.
A thick sweat had formed amongst her body, and her tshirt clung tightly to her back and chest. She felt as if she were experiencing perhaps the worst hangover in humankind history, but she hadn't touched a drink in almost four years now. She rubbed her eyes, wiping her hand over her face as she did so. Her mouth felt dry, unnaturally dry, as if it were filled with hot, thick sand. Sighing heavily, she leaned back, resting her head against the wood paneled wall behind her. Things were starting to come into focus now, and along with that starting to make some sense.
The humidity of the room, the sweat, the oddly wooden motif, and the heavy air, she sat in some sort of sauna. Struggling to understand why she was here, and exactly where "here" was, Bella sighed deeply again. If she'd learned anything about the worst situations life could throw at you, it was that the first and most important step was to remain calm and try to think your way out of it. Ducking a bit to avoid colliding with the low ceiling, she stood slowly, feeling a tremendous weight pressing in at her from every angle.
With two cautious glances she began to check her surroundings in more detail, smoothing out the ruffling in the back of her skirt as she did so. Aside from being here in the first place, nothing initially seemed too out of the ordinary. Despite this, a deep seated, and guttural feeling of unease had been burrowing its way into her stomach since first waking. A sickly sweet smell clung to her nostrils, she'd smelt it somewhere before, though she struggled to recall where. This brought about the current predicament once more. Was this a nightmare? Bella struggled and failed to recall going anywhere near a Sauna anytime recently, let alone falling asleep in one. As she tried to pour her mind over what seemed impossible, she fiddled with a buttoned pocked on the front of the black and blue skirt, hands probing for something she could not seem to find.
Her knife was gone. Reality began to set in now, more so than before. She NEVER went anywhere without the knife, a thin bladed traditional switchblade stiletto. It'd saved her life more than once, and though she couldn't quite be sure, it may have ended a few others in some of the darkened back alleyways of her youth. she shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs, sighing louder than ever now. The knife was gone...but she'd never go out of her home without it, ever. And yet it was gone...had it been stolen? An eruption of possible scenarios now began to flood into her mind. Perhaps she'd gotten into a scuffle, been overpowered, beaten into a stupor and left in this place...a...sauna. Why a sauna?
She shook her head, frowning. No, despite feeling like hell, she didn't feel like she'd been on the wrong side of an assbeating. Shrugging slightlly, she decided to inspect the room more closely...
Search - (Sauna) _________________ Bella-Marie began to search carefully through the cramped nooks and crannies of the humid sauna. Checking under the wooden slat bench she'd previously been laying on, reaching under it blindly in the dark, unsure if her probing hand may find something she'd rather not. There was a bucket of warm, dirty water which she fished through as well. With a look of determination on her face she crouched in each corner of the room, hoping to find something of worth, possibly even her lost knife. _________________ End Search
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Post by alx on Dec 30, 2008 11:54:57 GMT
"Jordan, I'm worried" worried Riiko "If the cultists catch us up here, we are defenseless..."
So they took the elevator down to the hotel lobby, passing the hot girl crashed out on one of the antique love seats
"Stop checking out the hot girl passed out on one of the antique love seats" complained Riiko "You're making me jealous"
Jordan 'hai hai'ed Riiko but was now intently checking out a door labeled COMPUTER ROOM
"Let's not go in there, why would there be any weapons there? Stop looking at that door and pay attention to meeeee" she whined
Muttering something about knowledge being the most potent weapon, Jordan headed straight for the computer room (he spends the rest of the turn searching for porn NO! I meant searching the computer room)
Riiko cursed Jordan for being otaku and pouted her way to the Moody Convention Hall, which was obviously the best place to find knives, cleavers and such things. Even a boy would know that if he weren't stupid and checking out hot sleeping girls on antique love seats or dumb computers. (Riiko spends the rest of her turn looking for weapons without Jordan because she doesn't need him and can do this by herself. Dammit)
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Post by SilentHero on Dec 30, 2008 22:11:41 GMT
With the ache in his leg finally fading for now, Jim looks in his hand at the pills he found in one fo the lockers. More vicadin pills. Getting up with the pills in his hand, intent on giving them to the injured man upstairs, Jim walks out of the locker room, only to see the man up and about with Riiko in tow.
Figuring the man is fine now, Jim pockets the pills for later use, perhaps someone will be hurt later and need treatment. They still didn't know how they got here and so their is still danger of being attacked.
As the man and Riiko take separate paths, Jim decides not to bother them now and goes on his own.
Going towards the lobby, he notices Kierra has joined everyone on the bottom floor, asleep on a chair. Even with a brick clutched in her hands, she did look rather peacefully, so Jim didn't disturb her.
Heading towards the Concierge Kiosk, a large five sided booth with a phone on the outside and a small window in front, Jim tries the phone and finds that it does not work.
A set of shelves, hanged on either side of the window, held pamphlets about the hotel and surrounding areas. Apparently, they were in some island of the mainland, in a town called Glaves. It was countless miles from where he had been living, and Jim shakes his head in confusion on why he had gotten this far.
Looking into the booth through the window, the room is dark and dusty, with cobwebs at each corner, their makers long passed on.
Putting down the pamphlet, Jim then begins to search.
SEARCH Jim goes through the pamphlet shelves, checking to make sure no small items were inside. Jim then searches around the booth and finds the door to the inside. Inside the booth, Jim raffles through the racks holding candy, cigarettes, and other items that could be sold to the guests. The front of the booth has a counter top on which a register stands, the drawer is open and any money that was inside is now gone. He searches anyway, pulling up the cash tray. Under the counter are a number of drawers on the left and a large cabinet on the right, which Jim searches as well. End Search
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Post by Blackdog on Dec 30, 2008 23:15:22 GMT
(Back again. Been a depressingly just like any otherday Christmas period and well, I'm back anyway.)
Jason lost track of the group. He thought he had seen Mr Teddy but each time he looked it turned out to be a curtin or a lamp or something else equally as innocious. Finally he found the elevator. With nowhere else to go he decided to see where it went. Unfirtunately there was only one button working. It creaked it's way downwards until he found himself looking into a lobby.
It's shadowy countenance made him nervous. Pulling in his shoulders he slunk into the room. The elevator doors pinged shut behind him. Jason Whimpered. He didn't like this room. Jason quickly shuffled out of the nearest door.
It wasn't much better then the lobby.
Search ( Thornton Convention Hall )
Jason sidestepped the chairs looking on and underneath them. He looked above and below the tables too and even under the small stage that sat prominantly at the end of the large hall. He crawled amongst the cobwebs to see if he could find Mr Teddy. Some table cloths lay haphazard on the floor and any lump looked promising; he serached under them too.
End Seach
After an exhaustive search he slumped on one of the comfortable high back dining chairs and sneezed against the dust.
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