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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:54 am
"O-okay, yes, help, we need," Noah fumbled in his pocket and found his phone. He pulled it out and typed a short message with shaky hands. "Someone, do you think someone will help?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:23 am
Peyton had stared at her twitter feed for a solid three minutes before looking away, lips twisting incredulously. A ghost? Yes, this was Deus, and no this wouldn't have been the first time something strange had happened, but somehow the dainty Sun wasn't entirely convinced that that was what was going on. Still, it sounded like Noah was rather distressed, and Peyton had to admit the Lifer was sort of growing on her. Al alone she probably would have just rolled her eyes out, but she liked Noah, and she wasn't going to leave him hanging. Even if his taste in friends was questionable.
So the intermediate had left her room, and after jogging to the cafeteria to grab a canister of salt(just in case), she made her way over to room 151. She knocked, then waited. Listening for any signs of a struggle on the other side of the door that might require her to simply kick the damn thing so she could swoop in and rescue the pair of idiots.
Yes, idiots. Peyton was pretty sure, whatever was going on, they'd somehow managed to bring it upon themselves.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:21 pm
There was a sound somewhere between a yelp and a squeak at the knock, then a mutter that couldn't be made out. Silence for a good ten seconds, and then a scrape that sounded like a chair being pushed aside.
The door opened just a crack. Noah peeked through. Upon seeing Peyton, he gave her a small, shaky smile, even though his eyes were still wide with what looked almost like panic. "Did, did you bring salt? For the exorcism? Thank you. So much." He glanced back into the room, his eyes flicking around as though he expected something to jump out at him at any minute; when nothing did, he opened the door enough for Peyton to either pass the salt through or come into the room, if she felt like coming into a room that was clearly haunted.
An array of snacks and drinks was spread out on the desk, but absolutely nothing was visibly out of place in the room, except that the window was partway open and Al was still tucked under the desk, looking just as paranoid as Noah.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 8:40 am
Al watched with surprise as Noah suddenly fished out his phone and began typing an S.O.S. on their behalf. He'd honestly forgotten a phone could be used that way in his moment of panis so he carefully ppropped Nuru up on his knees, scoot a little closer to Noah and the wall for saftey and began click clacking out his own pleas for salvation.
He did not feel like dying again so soon.
He was about to send an im to Rep specifically when a knocking sound joined the chaos and caused him to drop his phone on himself and just STARE at the door. He was not moving.
He tapped Noah on the back gently, "you're newer," he argued helpfully.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:42 pm
Wordlessly Peyton held up the canister of salt for Noah to see, brows arching. Again she found herself wondering just what the pair of them had managed to get themselves into this time, and actually got a pretty big hint when the door opened enough for her to see the cookies. Momentarily she stared at the spread of food and drinks, salt held out for Noah or Al to take if they wanted it, then she looked at first one, then the other, before finally resting a hard stare on Al. "Where did this food come from?" Of the two of them, Al would be the one to know better then to eat mystery food.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 5:52 pm
Noah took the salt shakily, then stared at it, a realization slowly dawning. "Um ... he didn't say where, where to make the circle," he mumbled. He backed up a little and looked warily around the room. Then he jumped and yelped again. "Did you hear that?!"
At the question, he gave Peyton a nonplussed and slightly panicky look. Why was she asking about the food when there were ghosts to worry about? "From the vending machines," he answered. "The cookies, those w-were left over from a meeting." He backed up against the wall, his eyes nervously darting around the room. "Al got the sodas ... but they were all sealed ... do you think it's the food that's haunted?" He stared at the desk. "It did sound like it was on the desk, oh no, Al, you should come out ... "
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