George ‘Hippo’ Carter : room 9

It hurts – oh God it hurts. And it’s so dark. If only you can straighten your leg or move your arm...

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George ‘Hippo’ Carter : Room 9

The room looks a mess, several paperbacks lie on the floor, their covers bent and worn showing their age and misuse. Near the half open closet door sits an old metal tool box, its top and sides covered in a collection of stickers that read like a travel guide and a film catalogue. Inside there is a large collection of tools, mostly small tools that you would expect an electrician to carry, and several half used rolls of Gaffa tape. An ex-army holdall rests on the floor beside the unmade bed, and several t-shirts can be seen stuffed within including a black t-shirt bearing the letters ‘TSF’ emblazoned across the chest, it is like the one you have just seen people wearing in the photo collage on Lyn Cartwrights laptop...
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Hippo sighs at the mess. He picks up one of the paperbacks and looks at the title before slumping on the bed.
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The paperback is some spy story, its cover shows a half naked female swinging from an overheard cable. Looks cheap the kind of throwaway thing you might pick up at an airport or train station.
You close your eyes and attempt to make some sense of the events. Within moments exhaustion claims you and you fall int a deep sleep.

Suddenly you find yourself running through some dark streets. The street is bordered by buildings, but somewhere inside you know the buildings are not real, merely false fronts. The same something inside tells you that you must keep running, or the thing that pursues you will catch you. You take a right turn into a narrower side street, then another and another and each time the street narrows until you are squeezing between two rough walls. Then you can run no more, the crevice has narrowed to a point where you can no longer squeeze you way through. You know that whatever pursues you is almost upon you...

You wake with a jump from the nightmare to find that somehow in your sleep you have left your room and somehow squeezed between the two vending machines that stand in the motel lobby.
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"As if things ain't messed up enough without wandering the corridors like a big old fool." mutters Hippo.

Reaching in his pocket for coins he buys a soda then trudges back towards his room drinking greedily.
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The soda tastes good, its sweetness quickly masking the bitter taste that rises from your stomach. You finish the soda with a loud belch, strong enough to cause you a little discomfort as your insides squirm and heave.
Through the glass windows of the motels entrance doors, the first grey fingers of dawn are spreading across the sky and you notice the clock over the desk, it shows 07:15.
OOC:   Move to 3 'Now where were we?'  
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