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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:01 pm
Bozely sighed... This was going to take far too long for his tastes at this rate. He walked up right behind the mass o' white coats, and tapped the closest one on the sholder. "Hey," he grunted, "What's going on down here?"
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:01 pm
[Thanks for the crazy activity. And Sunday night, it is. Night.]
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:04 pm
[No problem. It's usually much easier for me to get on after 11. And now that Urinetown is over, as are all the good shows on TV... Save for Mythbusters re-runs... I've got far too much time on my hands.]
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 7:24 am
((Bozley))
The man did not respond. He simply kept his gaze affixed towards the metal doors, and pushed you away with his right hand, mumbling some kind of grievance as he did so. Some hospitality here...for a hospital.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:30 pm
Ezriel walked a bit, then turned around. The look in that man's eyes were stuck in his head. Something made Ezriel want to run...but he was alured by them. He stopped, turned around, and tryed to follow the general direction the stranger had taken.
(Jamie, I must get together with you soon. I finished the game, it's depressing.)
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:37 pm
'Well... Guess that makes my decision simple enough.' thought Bozely, taking a step back from the group. He cleared his throat and cracked his neck, rolled his sholders once, spaced his legs apart a bit, (As if to be getting ready to be a defensive linebacker on a football team) and repeated his question, only... Much louder this time, and with more than a hint of annoyance.
"I said... What's going on here?!"
((Yes we do... And I wouldn't know. Remember, I haven't actually finished as of yet.))
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:43 pm
((Bozley))
Dead silence.
After at least 30 seconds of inactivity passed, the group all turned, in one cohesive movement, to face you. Their eyes were completely blank, and they had "more than a hint of annoyance" on their pale, jaundiced faces.
A collective groan ended the discussion, as far as they were concerned, and they all turned to the doors again...this time lightly pawing at whatever was written on them...
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:55 pm
Bozely was very confused. He was sort of expecting... I dunno... Fear, maybe? He sighed, and looked around the hall for... And he really couldn't believe that he was even thinking this... Something to stand on to make himself taller. As much fun as it would be to go bowling for pinheads... He opted to try and find a non-violent route first.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 9:12 pm
((Bozley))
Easy. The large, tan pleather couch against the west wall of the floor lobby would definitely do the trick. It didn't matter about the material, either. After they cleaned up his future victims' blood...one couch wouldn't seem too bad.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 9:22 pm
Bozely shrugged. "Works for me," he mumbled, walking over to grab hold of the couch. Assuming those pricks are still to enwraped in... Whatever, he draged the couch over behind the crowd and climbed up to look over their heads.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:06 pm
((Bozley))
He was a little far, but could see that the thing they were all drooling over was...why, it was only a little ******** yellow Post-It!! What the hell? What was so great about i-
Hm. That's odd. He could almost swear...yeah, there it was again...that sound...
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep...
Was it getting faster, too?
Wait a second...
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:19 pm
Well, since he was standing on a couch, and he had a sudden need for being under said couch... He did the first thing that came to mind; Step onto the back of the couch like he was a certain tequila drinking captain, and tip the couch over, as to make a small crevice that he could hide under. Well... Perhaps hide wasn't the right word... Maybe just a place to... Lay low? At least until the beeping stopped... No matter how violent the results may be.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:24 pm
((Bozley))
Beep.
Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep. Boop.
Hisssssss....
A gas could be heard filling the room...though the chair provided decent hard defense, Bozley could see some of it seeping in...as others around him coughed, he himself couldn't help but breathe in some of the yellow cloudiness. It stung. Whatever it was, he knew he needed to get away from it. Now. No matter if the rest moved or not.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:30 pm
Bozely cursed under his breath... Which he then tried to hold as he bolted from his hiding place to the only thing that came to mind. He vaguely remembered from... Somewhere... That breathing through a wet cloth would be safer than breathing through... Well, air. So... To the bathroom!
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:42 pm
((Bozley))
As he emerged from his hole, he noticed that no one but he and that guy from the bathroom were trying to do anything to protect themselves. Had he missed something here? The lobby, anyways, was full of the gas, so he made it to the restroom as quickly as possible. He could have sworn he heard a low...groan as he did so...it came from the lobby and did not sound very...pleasant.
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