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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:46 pm
[Again, nice work. Keep this up and you'll reach Chapter III soon.]
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:47 pm
Bozely quickly doused a towel (or whatever), in water, and covered his mouth so as to breath better. He took a quick glance around the bathroom for... Well, anything tougher than fists. Oh, and to see what that other dude was doing as well.
((No prob. I suppose this will be easier with Tanz here anyway, right?))
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:49 am
((Bozley))
Odd...the carrot top was nowhere to be found...breathing came much, much easier through the cloth though, so that's at least one little victory. Searching the place, he could only really see the standard bathroom material...urinal...faucet...hand dryer...
Nothing much. Luckily for him, too, no yellow smog had made its way to the bathroom. For now.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:57 am
(I posted again but there was no response so I went to bed.)
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:05 am
((Ezriel))
[Oh, ********. Missed it. Sorry. sweatdrop ]
What the hell was this yellow stuff? God, how the place had ch4ng3d...okay. Focus, Ezriel. No flipping out. Find they guy...straight...right...and there's the door.
You definitely saw him go in the men's room, so you headed there as quickly as you could, hoping to find and shake some answers out of him...
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:36 am
(it happens)
Ezriel walked back into the men's room, ready to confront anyone. But, as he walked in and saw the man, he was once again was nervous. Ezriel approached him slowly, and leaving some distance between him and the other gentleman.
"Do you know what's happening here...?" Ezriel was standing close to the door, just incase the man decided to drop all pleasentries.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:03 am
Bozely thought for a moment, then simply looked back down into the sink to try and think of something... Trying to form a quick plan... But he lost his train of thought when someone tried to talk to him.
Looking over at Ezriel, he saw that the guy didn't have a mask of any kind, so he doused another cloth and threw it at the guys face. "No clue, but it can't be good," he replied, glancing towards the door.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:51 pm
((Bozley))
[Edit. The hand dryer is one of those huge white ones attached to the wall.]
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:34 am
((Sorry, edited it... Not sure what I was thinking there... And, while we're at it... Is there at least a mirror over the sink? Knowing you I don't want to presume... Even if you did say "standard bathroom material"))
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 1:57 pm
[Yes. But you cannot break it. Bulletproof glass. Can't have mental patients running around with sharp things, now, can we?]
((Bozley))
He grabbed the towel gratefully and mimicked your McGuyvered faceshield, breathing in deeply...
"Thanks."
The muffled voice seemed to fill the room. He walked in, apprehensively...unsure of your motives. Heh. Then again, that wasn't such a bad idea...
He continued from behind the mask.
"Uh...so what do you propose we do about all this, then?"
He seemed rather unsure of himself.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 10:49 am
[Sweet! My first post!]
"Hmm." Bozely scratched theside of his head.
"Let's look at our choices." He mumbled through his towel. "We can take our chances outside and look for a way out there..." He motioned to the door. "Or...." He looked around the bathroom again. He'd seen cartoons and Brekfast Club enough times to know the old air vent trick. "Maybe there's a air vent big enough to crawl through, there's gotten be some in here."
It was a bathroom.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 1:35 pm
((Bozley)) [<---That basically means I'm talking to you. yah.]
Hmm...it seemed reasonable enough. Whatever was going on outside, it was not pretty. Maybe this was their best bet.
While he searched...Ezriel's ears perked up, and he seemed ******** here..."
<>
[Core=10]
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Teh General Bloodless rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 1:58 pm
[Yessir!]
[Sweet! My first roll!]
"Oh, cmon venty." He said to himself as he glanced around the room.
That other guy seemed pretty spooked.
[You gotta be kidding me...]
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 2:31 pm
((Bozley))
There was no vent in sight...but at least that Ezriel fellow seemed to calm down a bit.
God, how to get out of this one...
You could hear two strong voices now, out in the hallway. One female, one male. They didn't sound friendly.
Good thing was, they didn't seem to be traveling in your general direction. More time bought, then.
A little frantically, the red-haired loony began spewing out a very broken, hestitant slew of words one would MAYBE call a sentence. Hard to be sure.
I...if 3097uydnldkewe goMOTHER to find....zzzzVENTs...around second cccccccccccorner137 is the square root of...we go left...trid9ouail the pair...trainnnnlll Night...Night...Night....zzzog...
He was sweating rather profusely, and looked like he needed to calm down. You felt a little odd, yourself...this gas...it was taking it's toll. Whatever the cost, you had to get out of this place.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 2:47 pm
Dammit!
You probably could've told by the smell of the place that there weren't vents...
Bozely took a second. If he didn't sort all of this out, he wouldn't get out of here....
What was Ezriel saying?
Mother....
He doubted this mother would bake him pie and knit him an ugly sweater.
To find...vents!....around second corner...we go left....the pair? Train.....train?....night.....
So maybe....if he went out of the door, took a left, then another, pair...pair of vents? Train...what was train......he would have to figure it out later...
He doubted the numbers meant anything, but just in case...3097, 137, 9.
"This is a longshot..." He said to himself. He wagered wether he should go out with this guy with only this information.
"Is there anything else you want to spew out bud or are you ready to go?"
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