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Posted: **Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:28 am**

One of the lights in the men's toilets flickered, sending shadows skittering across the unusual amount of graffiti that sprawled across the pale blue walls. The graffiti was written in a dark blue texta, across the walls, the ceiling. The floor was covered in a fine film of dirty water that had spilled from the sinks. Someone had filled the drains with a substance that had long since hardened. That very same person was likely responsible for turning the taps on. The dry chemical smell that permeated the toilet was familiar and vaguely unsettling. The barely legible scrawl that covered the walls contained a few bits and pieces that caught his eye as he rushed into the toilets:

uncoiling above us ... never, ever look up or you might fall in ... couldn't stand listening to the rain any longer ... can't help ourselves ... please phone 39284023859023859

He ran with his stomachs burbling, mindful of the smell but unable to change tactics and head for a different toilets, and rushed into one of the stalls, seeing something written on the back wall, however, in larger lettering then what was on the rest of the walls. Only some of what is written can be seen before he had turned and his butt was on the seat, the toilet door swinging shut.

"...did you put it, Carson? ...is it hidden?"

Posted: **Sat Jul 07, 2007 8:55 pm**

Ronald Perry was very nervous. He had been in the children's sing-a-long game for a while now and he still got butterflies before the start of every show. Nerves, on top of the Quarter Pounder with cheese he scarfed back on the ride over, sent him dashing for the can. Sweat beaded down Ronald's forehead.

Why am I so nervous?

Children was the answer to Ronald's question. Kids are brutal. If you bomb in front of an adult audience, they are at least somewhat forgiving. They'll clap just to get you off the stage. Kids on the other hand were terrifying. You haven't felt fear unless you've been rushed by an angry mob of children, bored to tears by your terrible stage presence of semi inspirational material. Sick kids were even worse, and contagious for that matter.

A chill runs down Ronald's spine. He opens his back pack and pulls out his CD walkman. He puts in his copy of "The Mini-pops" and sits back on the toilet to finish his dirty work. Ronald then picks up his Banjo and begins to play along, practicing his routine.

Oh Mickey you're so fine... You're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Mickey....Hey Mickey!
Oh Mickey you're so fine... You're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Mickey....Hey Mickey!

So I know you're really sick and you're feeling really down.
You think its all a bore, so all you do is frown.
But hear me boys and girls, it's all turning around.

Have you met my pal Micky?.....

Ronald fumbles with his crazy hand puppet Micky...trying to get it on his hand before he continues with the rest of his song.

He's so cool Micky! Cool Mickey. He loves you all Micky........

Posted: **Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:04 am**

Time passes as he struggles to take control of his bowels.

Posted: **Sun Jul 08, 2007 6:55 pm**

Ronald finishes up his practice routine, while he waits on the can.

Aren't you glad you........ ennnnnnnnnngh........ had the chance to meet all these great kids Micky?

Ronald struggles on the toilet, but continues his routine through it.

Not really Ronald. My tummy hurts. I think I ate to much hospital pudding.

Mickey holds his tummy with his cute little puppet arms and groans

Ohhhhhhhhh!

Wait for laugh........
Then I guess you won't have any room for candy eh Micky? I guess we'll have to give it all away to these awesome kids.....

Micky groans in dissapointment and covers his eyes.

Nooooooo!

Blah Blah Blah..... Wait for cheers..... Blah Blah Blah.... Pass out candy......

Good bye boys and Girls. Have a..... ennnnnnnnngh.......wonderful day!

Perfect!"

Ronald finishes his business on the toilet. He looks at his watch and remembers he didn't bring one. Ronald doesn't like to think about time when visiting children with very little of it left. He gets up and puts Micky The Mouth back in his back pack. It feels like he's been in the bathroom stall for a while now, but whatever happened, it worked. Ronald's confidence had returned and he was gonna knock em dead.

Ronald washes his hands and marches out into the hall, whistling his favorite Mini Pops tune and ready to put on a show those kids will never forget.

Posted: **Mon Jul 09, 2007 1:53 am**

The sink spews forth chunks of a white slime but hemanages to yank his hands out of the way before very much of it hits. He grasps the door knob and turns it but the door is stuck fast, rattling in its frame as he tries to open it. The wood seems warped and buckled, the hinges brown with rust, as though it had spent a lot of time in the damp. The most interesting thing is the door knob, the orange rust staining the wood as though moisture had carried it down the length of it in rivulets. He was sure the door didn't look like this beforehand.

(Feel free to have him wipe his hands clean on the towellettes before the attempt on the door - I just figured I'd give him the bad news now)

Posted: **Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:54 pm**

"What the?"

Ronald quickly wipes his hands and stares at the warped door.

How long was I in there?

He tries the door a second time, putting his shoulder into it.

Hey! Anybody out there?

Posted: **Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:15 am**

The door trembles somewhat. It will need a heavier blow than that to slam it open and there would, of course, be a risk of bruising his shoulder if he didn't succeed. There is no response to his pleas.

Posted: **Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:30 am**

Ronald pounds his fists on the door.

Hey! What the hell man!

Ronald looks around the room again. What a pig stye. Someone should call the janitor. Ronald gets down on his knees, gagging from the filth, and prays there's a crack between the door and the floor.

Posted: **Tue Jul 10, 2007 9:46 am**

The crack is too narrow to see through.

Posted: **Tue Jul 10, 2007 4:36 pm**

Ronald slips and sits in the murkey water. He sobs quietly to himself, before pulling a sucker from one of his many secret pouches.

Orange? Ohhhhh! Just my luck!

Ronald pops the sucker in his mouth. He starts to look around the room once again. Something is very wrong here.
The rust on the doors has to be new. The warped wood too. Ronald was nearly positive he had been in this bathroom before, going through a similar pre-performance ritual. Not that long ago either. He was sure. This place looked like it had been unkept for years, and then suddenly crapped on.

What the hell? Nobody let's a hospital get like this.

Ronalds heart starts to race. He pulls himself off the muddy floor and starts to check out the grafitti on the walls again.

Posted: **Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:23 am**

The graffitti has faded and run until a point almost illegible for Ronald to read. It is only when he reaches the stall he had been sitting on, can he read any of the words: Don't you think you should try to get moving? Not all of your audience are so adoring.

As his eyes traced over the last few words, a thud sounds in the metallic confines of the ventilation shaft overhead, unleashing a little bit of ash from the odd covering that sits above the grille.

Posted: **Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:43 am**

Ronald takes a second glance at the message on the wall and shakes his head in disbelief. Then he looks at the ash on the floor and panics.

Oh Shitaki mushrooms!

Ronald scratches his arms, sure that he's dreaming. Then he does what he always does in his nightmares. He runs. Ronald darts over to the sink and then charges the old door, kicking it with his last step, hoping to drive through it to the other side and to safety.

Posted: **Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:28 am**

The door barelytrembles beneath the blow. The action merely causes his toes to ache. If there were a method to kicking open doors, he sure didn't know it.

Posted: **Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:32 pm**

Ronald hip hops on one foot and hold his toe.

Cra-cker Jacks!

He experiences a moment of extreme panic and calls at the top of his lungs for...

HELP!

He then runs back to the bathroom stall with the graffitti on it. He quickly reads it again and then opens all the other stalls in sequence one after the other.

You got anything else you want to tell me you crazy dream demon?

Ronald chuckles madly to himself and thinks back to his Dungeons and Dragons days back in highschool.

I wonder how many xp's your worth?

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 3:32 am**

There is a weird inhuman sound from above, a mixture of dry cough, a chuckle and an animal's clucking. Then the ventilation grille drops from above, slamming down mere inches from where Ronald stands.

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 4:40 am**

By dsigfuss at 2007-07-06
To " H - E - Double Hockey sticks" with you pal! This isn't funny! I'm getting outta here!

Ronald reaches into his backpack and pulls out Mickey the Mouth. He puts him on and then re-zips his back pack.

Looks like we're in some pretty crazy shit there Ronald.

Mickey the mouth is soft and Ronald hopes he will cushion the beating his shoulder is about to take.

Hey buddy. What do you think you're doing?

Ronald charges the door screaming at the top of his lungs. .

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGH!

When he hits, Ronald thrusts Micky in front of his shoulder and puts eveything he has into it.

Uhhhh!

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:02 am**

The door slams open so hard it thuds against the wall and then comes back against him but he's already through it and still moving.

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:46 am**

Ronald stumbles into the hall with a triumphant yelp.

Nice work Micky!

He quickly gets to his feet and flips the bathroom the bird.

Ha! Take that evil man in the ceiling!

The fear quickly returns. Standing there with his puppet Micky, Ronald turns from side to side down the hospital halls, praying everything was back to normal. He still had a show to do after all.

Maybe that was just the pre show jitters. Or some bad tuna. I shoulda never ordered Sushi in an Italian restaurant. Stupid!

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:10 am**

At first, Ronald can see nothing in the gloom - the only light being the fluorescent strips in the toilets he has just come from. As his eyes adjust, he realises two things: the hospital is empty and that the hospital is also quite dirty. Ash floats in the air, clinging to the moist surfaces and then moving up and off, as though being blown about by an unfelt breeze. It's very cold and very wet.

Nearby, a shopping bag has been dropped. The word: BORDERS is clearly seen on its side, the books having tumbled out. A jumper sits folded up on the floor by a vending machine - the glass cracked and speckled by a dark, wet substance. He can hear low voices coming from somewhere else that he could follow.

He can also hear the sharp crash of glass breaking and snapping downstairs.

And that's when he realises the other main thing. The hospital is silent but for those sounds. There are no footsteps, no machines clacking, no voices over the intercom, no conversations, no weeping, no cars roaring by outside. If not for the chemical scent that hospital always seemed to bear, it was almost as though he were not inside one at all.

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:14 am**

Ronald stands there with his puppet in complete disbelief. His breathing starts to get heavy as the nightmare starts to sink in. Ronald trembles for a long moment before the whole concept of the bathroom and getting away from that voice forces him down the hall. He slowly creeps towards the low voices, pressing himself up against the wall. Better the voices than the glass. Before long, Ronald is weeping.

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:31 am**

http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/3/30/939550/Die.mp3
The voices die down as he reaches the stairwell. They seemed to have come upstairs. "HELLO," someone shouts from the lower west end of this hospital floor. "IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?"

The words fade out only to be replaced by a terrible metallic screeching sound coming from upstairs as though something were being torn or dragged that didn't want to be moved. Having travelled so far from the toilets, he has no real light source. There is a vague, ambient light coming from downstairs, though, from the Ground Floor.

Posted: **Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:18 pm**

Ronald sticks to the walls like glue as he feels his way to the stairwell. He stops, satisfied he has as many escape routes as his terrified mind demands for simple motor control. He listens carefully for the voice and then answers.

"Over here! Who's there?"

Ronald wished he smoked. Then he'd at least have a lighter.

Posted: **Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:55 am**

"WHOS THERE," a voice shouts, banging on the door, but the sound seems warped and he can no longer be sure where it's coming from. "WHATS THAT NOISE?"

Posted: **Sat Jul 14, 2007 5:22 am**

Ronald isn't sure wether to trust the voice. Threre was a voice in that blasted bathroom and it didn't have anything nice to say at all. And we all know what what mother used to say about that.

So Ronald calls out, trying to using his years of ventriloquism training to make it sound like he's further down the hall than the stairwell. Unfortuantely when Ronald uses his ventriloquism, he can't help but talk in Micky's child like voice. Fortunately, Ronald is still holding Micky so its not as weird as he thought it would be. Creepy, but not weird.

Over here! Come quick! I'm down the hall.

Ronald crouches down at the base of the stairs, hiding in the dark, hoping whoever called out to him earlier is friendly and walks right passed him, so he can get a better look.

I'm over here!

Posted: **Sat Jul 14, 2007 7:57 pm**

Over here! Come quick! I'm down the hall.

Louie peeks over the edge of the counter when he hears a strange voice. His eyes and the top of his head are the only things visible. He fights to suppress the rising fear within him as he thinks, "It's ok Louie...you can handle this...it's just a kid, looking for help."
Despite his little self motivating speech, Louie can't bring himself to stand up and move towards the voice. He tries again, this time in a barely audible whisper.

"Come on, Louie....it's not your fault....no one person could possibly clean this up.......such a mess....so much dirt." Louie rubs the counter with his finger, then looks at his finger to inspect the filth. "Not dirt. This is ash, but where did it come from....I don't see fire or smoke anywhere."
Louie finally musters up the courage to stand up. He examines his surroundings carefully, ready to dive back under cover at the first sign of movement.

"I'm over here. " Louie's voice cracks with fear as he tries to raise his voice loud enough for someone to hear. Frustrated with himself, he clears his throat and tries again. " I'M OVER HERE." This time his voice carries much better, but the thought of yelling out is more than Louie can bear.

He quickly retreats back to his hiding place, admonishing himself all the while. "Stupid..stupid..stupid. Why don't you just broadcast to who ever did this. Hey look over here you missed someone. What was I thinking?"

Louie tries to think of something comforting to calm himself down. "Home....No mom is there and she's probably wondering why I didn't clean my room. I know that dreamy voluteer lady in the children's ward.....if only she knew I was alive. Yaa right who would want to be with a thirty-nine year old janitor that lives with his mom." Still the thought of her is enough to calm Louie down a bit while he tries to think of a plan.

Posted: **Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:35 pm**

Ronald uses his verntriloquism once again to call out to whatever poor soul is sharing this nightmare with him.

http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1151413

Ronald calls out in a child's voice from down the hall well past the stairway he's hiding in.

You come to me! I'm over here! I can't see.

Ha! that rhymes....I'll have to use that one in my next song. "The little boys room from hell"

[O.C. - In case you didn't know piano man, Purple letter is Ronald, Pink is Mickey the puppet, and italics is inner dialougue.]

Posted: **Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:08 pm**

As Louie sits there in the fetal position behind the counter he hears the same voice over again.

You come to me! I'm over here! I can't see.

He starts to wimper to himself, "Ok Louie, it's just a kid. He's probably more scared than you are........yah right. Ok..ok..what would General Windu do.....Nah I'm more of a Luke Sky Walker.......maybe Anikan....what am I thinking he turned to the dark side, definitely a Luke. Luke would help the kid.......if only I had a light sabre!

Louie stands up with a sudden rush of courage. "I'm coming don't go anywhere." Louie tries to heroically jump over the counter, but manages to catch his foot on the way over causing him to crash to the floor. He bolts upright, thankful that no one was around to see him. He reaches into the holsters at his side and retrieves a spray bottle and squeegee. He makes his way down the hall, as stealthfully as he can, his large key ring at his side jingling with every step.

(oc green is spoken, blue is inner thought)

Posted: **Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:30 pm**

In the gloom, it is hard to be sure of where the other person is but after a few moments they notice each other. Louie is coming from the reception desk and Ronald is near the stairwell.

Posted: **Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:29 pm**

Louie squints into the gloom, trying to make out who is approaching him. "Hey that's no kid. Man I wish I had Spidey sense right now. What's on his hand....what the hell is that thing?"

Louie halts, raising his squeegee in a menacing way.

"Who are you?" His voice shakes, almost sounding like he could cry. "Wha...wha...what do you want with me?!"

Louie feels his knees start to buckle. All of his instincts are crying for him to ball up in the fetal position. "Please legs don't give up on me now..... I may need you!"

Any hope of coming across tough fades away as Louie finally breaks down into tears.

"Please don't hurt me.....I..I..I'm only a janitor......I'm nothing.....for the love of God..........."

Louie's voice trails off into uncontrollable sobbing as he sinks to the floor, with his back against the wall and his head between his knees. Between sobs your can hear Louie talking to himself.

"Mom was right......I'm no good.........I might as well give up......snifff"

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:30 am**

Ronald quickly puts his puppet back in his backpack. He checks to make sure his pidgeon is still alive....

It's nothing.... I'm Ronald. I entertain the kids in the children's wing. Where the heck is everyone? Is the building on fire?

Ronald backs up from the Janitor until his heels are touching the first stair in the stairwell.

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:48 am**

Louie looks up from his misery, his eyes are red and puffy. He drags his sleeve across his nose while making a loud sniffing noise. This is great why couldn't you have been a ghoul?

"I'm sorry it's not what it looks like. I'm having an allergic reaction to the ash."

Louie pushes against the wall slowly creeping back up to a standing position.

Where the heck is everyone? Is the building on fire?

"I don't know where everyone went I was hidin.......er..I mean I was laying low waiting for an ideal time to fly into action. I haven't seen any fire yet, and I can't explain what's going on. Your the only other person I've seen. We should stick together for now. You know....saftey in numbers and all." Louie rubs his eyes and sniffs one more time. He extends his hand out while walking towards Ronald and continues. "My name is Louie. I'm the janitor around here."

He stops in from of Ronald with his hand out waiting to shake hands.

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 1:03 am**

Ronald eyes the hand suspiciously.

Louie the Janitor eh? Have you seen the toilets? I think yah missed a spot!

He changes the subject to avoid shaking Louie's hand.

Nice enough guy, but who knows where those mits have been.....

Hi Louie. Have you checked the front doors? Can we get out of here?

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 1:13 am**

Louie lowers his eyes and hand at the same time. A little red blush appears on the top of his forehead. He's clearly embarassed.

"I don't know. I guess I hadn't thought of it yet. The doors are right here lets check them."

Louie walks over to the door and checks to see if it will open.

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:55 am**

They no longer open automatically and instead must be slid across. Outside is a darkness beyond any before seen. Even the old black-outs during World War II would never have been this dark. The gloom is so deep and the light so source so far behind them that their gaze can barely penetrate a foot in front of them. The ash seems thicker outside, also.

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:03 am**

Ronald looks at Louie and then back into the black.

Do you think we're in hell? Maybe a nuke went off?

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 3:22 am**

Louie squints and peers out into the darkness.

"Naa...if it were hell it would be hotter.....I think. I'm not going out there. Let's see if we can find anyone else inside. Maybe my keys will still work on some of the doors."

Louie jingles the keys at his side, and looks at Ronald.

"You coming Ronnie?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:00 am**

Ronald stares off into the darkness and then is shocked by a sudden realization.

The children!

Ronald races past Louie towards the stair case.

C'mon... 2nd floor. The children are up there! Maybe there's still time!

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 4:48 am**

Louie turns and runs after Ronald. Remembering he has a flashlight he reaches to his belt and grabs it. Switching it on he points it up the stairs. That lady is up there too. If she is there maybe I can get the courage to talk to her this time. If she is there.

"I'm right behind ya Ronnie."

Louie picks up the pace taking 2 stairs at a time. I sure hope the kids are ok!

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:23 am**

Louie's right foot slips back in the darkness, tilts back dangerously and then manages to twist his body and force himself to fall forward against the steps, cracking his jaw against the top step, bruising the bone and sliding down a few steps. Ronald managesto hold his step. From what can be seen of the Second Floor involves only darkness and the sound of metal scraping against metal. Then a torch flashes across, blinding Ronald and forcing him to duck his head out of the light.

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:03 pm**

Louie lays still for a moment guaging the extent of his injuries. Even though the fall seemed a little unnatural to him, it was still just another day in the life of Louie. "MAN........why am I such a spaz?" After determining that he is somewhat ok, Louie rolls over and sits with his head between his legs, waiting for the black spots in his vision to disappear. He gingerly reaches up and puts his hand on his jaw and moves it side to side. After a few seconds have passed Louie slowly stands up and makes his way up the stairs to where Ronald is standing.

"Can we just pretend that didn't happen?

Louie puts his hand on Ronald's shoulder for a little support. He's still feeling a little weak after the fall.

From what can be seen, the Second Floor involves only darkness and the sound of metal scraping against metal.

Louie looks up into the darkness, then back down the stairs to the first floor. Then remembering the children he looks back up the stairs. "Where is Obi-Wan when you need him?" He holds the flash light out for Ronald to take.

"You go first.....here take the flashlight. I'll follow close behind, and take it slow. I'm still a little shakey."

Posted: **Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:06 pm**

Ronald ducks down below the light and holds Louie back from entering the hall.

Get down Louie! Turn off that light! Crap-erjacks!

Ronald moves behind Louie and wrestles the flashlight away from him, trying desperately to turn it off. Once he turns the flashlight off, he prays what ever was making that terrible scraping noise on the second floor didn't notice them.

Shhhhhhhhh

Posted: **Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:45 am**

Shhhhhhhhh

Louie drops to the ground and whispers a little too loudly.

"Sorry man I slipped"

Louie gets down on his tummy and starts slithering up the stairs all the while the theme song to Mission Impossible is running through his head. Da..da.da.dana..da..da..da..dana. He gets to the top of the stairs and looks back at Ronald and signals him with Navy Seal hand talk, that he learned from watching G.I. Jane. Man Demi was hot in that movie. He points to his eyes with two fingers, accidentally poking himself in the eye "Fuck!!!sorry...shhh"

He looks back and forth while keeping to the shadows to see if the coast is clear. This is some shit right out of Platoon, were kicking ass now.

Posted: **Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:49 am**

As they come back up the stairs they see what has become of the second floor. The black-and-white diamond pattern on the linoleum floors are streaked with dirt and mud. The double doors to the two bay wards stand open. The other doors on the other side of the room (south on the map) show signs of decay and disrepair. Part of the floor in the direction of the Nurse's Station is cracked and pitted.

There is refuse on the floor. A handbag lies spilled, a note hastily scrawled on a handkerchief in red lipstick, surrounded by make-up, by coins and business cards. A jacket lies folded on one of the benches near the vending machine that sits by the nurse's station. The Nurse's Station, itself, from what they can see from their vantage point where the corridor meets the main hall, contains a couple of computers on the bench alongside a box of tissues.

Voices can be heard coming from one of the bay wards - as can that frightful metallic screeching sound.

Posted: **Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:58 am**

Louie looks back to Ronald and whispers.

"Wait here I'm going to check it out."

Louie flattens himself to the wall and makes his way over to the handbag and picks it up reading the note.

HMMMMM....what do we have here? I do beleive it's a clue Dr. Watson.

Posted: **Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:45 pm**

Ronald's knuckles turn white as his grip on the stairway rail tightens. He couldn't believe Louie had the guts to move into hall. Not with that metal on metal sound looming ahead of them. Ronald flinched every time he heard it. He definitely preferred the sound of water on rock or wood on wood. The unnatural scraping gave him chills and Ronald wasn't moving. He watches Louie sneak around the corner and stretched his neck to watch him slink down the hall to investigate the contents of the spilled purse. He watches him grab the note and nods in agreeement, thinking back to the bathroom walls.

That's smart Louie. This place likes to leave notes.

Ronald frequently turns his head, pointing the flashlight down the stairwell, clicking it on for just a few seconds, before swinging his attention back to the second floor hall. Somebody had to watch their backs with that bathroom beastie lurking about.

Whatever eases your conscience you big pussy.

Ronald shines the flashlight into the hall for a second to give Louie some light and while frantically searching for whatever might be making that terrible noise. In a hushed voice Ronald expresses his curiousity for the note.

Louie? What's it say?

Posted: **Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:07 pm**

Louie picks up the note glances at it and puts it in his pocket.

Louie? What's it say?

Louie quickly spins toward Ronald and puts his finger to his mouth trying to shush him. He turns back to searching the area and pocketing things he feels could be useful. Streching out with the force Master Louie tries to sense what is out there. If I had a lightsabre it would so be out right now. woooong wooooong. Louie moves his hands as if he really is wielding a lightsabre. Then suddenly realizing what he's doing stops and starts looking through the stuff again.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:33 am**

The handbag contains breathmints, listerine, a wallet full of cards - Driver's license, Video borrower's card, credit cards, a chocolate bar and perfume. The jacket is moist to the touch, the liquid a ruddy brown that at first seems to be blood, but is far too watery. While it does smell like iron, it seems more like rust-infused water, which, judging by the corrosion that has exploded into rust flowers across the metal bars that hold up the wooden slats of the bench, is not unlikely. The jacket is heavy when he picks it up and appears to be made of leather. If dried out, it would no doubt warm him up and protect him from any falls on the stairs. But that's not what grabs his attention.

Hidden in the cloth folds is a handgun.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:45 am**

Wow is that what I think it is? Louie picks up the gun with his thumb and pointer finger. He eases it into the pouch on his belt and buttons it up tight. He also grabs the purse bringing it's contents with him to be sorted later. He signals for Ronald to follow him as he makes his way to the children ward's door. I hope I find someone I can trust that knows how to use a gun.

OOC louie keeps his body between Ronald and the gun so he can't see.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:17 am**

Ronald clicks the flashlight off and follows Louie slowly into the hall. The sudden darkness makes him panic and he lets out a startled

EEP!

Ronald quickly turns the flashlight back on and continues on his way, shining it nervously at anything that might presume to terrorize him. The dimly lit hall makes him hustle to catch up but he never runs. At this point, Ronald is afraid to even breathe hard. He's definitly not risking stomping down the hall and alerting the whole evil floor to his presence. If the toilets were scary, Ronald can't imagine what waits for him in the children's ward. His mind picturing the toilets and the horror within, Ronald tries to catch up to Louie before he reaches the childrens ward. He puts a hand on his shoulder and whispers.

Stop! You hear that?

He pauses for a long while listening with Louie and then whispers again.

Is it your job to clean the toilets?

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:42 am**

Louie looks over his shoulder at Ronald while he's walking.

I would say it was, but I think that more important things have come up. Hey, shine the flash light up a head for a second, so we can see where we're going."

Louie feels his confidence start to wither as he approaches the door way. He slows down his step and allows Ronald to overtake him. The urge to cry out in fear and run is almost too much to take. Ok.........calming exercise 23..(breathes in and out deeply).....picture a happy place. Ok I'm on a beach and waves are crashing slow and methodical.......oh great now I have to pee.

Louie seems to have forgotten about his fear for now.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:38 am**

Ronald refuses to lead. When Louie slows down, Ronald stops and waits for Louie to take the lead again. In fact, he forces the flashlight back into Louie's hands, threatening to drop it with a loose grip.

Oh no you don't janitor. You're the one with the big ring of keys.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 2:34 pm**

Louie and Ronald have a minor struggle pushing the torch back and forth. Louie finally gives up the struggle and takes it. I'd rather have light anyways. He continues slowly towards the childrens ward. I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts......feedle dee dee. Why is that song stuck in my head? Louie gives his head a shake and continues on. See them there all standing in a row. Louie slaps him self in the face trying to clear his mind.

"I got the worste song stuck in my head."

He tries to push it to the back of his mind and continues on to the childrens ward.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 2:42 pm**

Three hazy figures can be seen by the open doors to the Children's Ward. Two somewhat tall, one child-sized.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 2:58 pm**

Louie shines his flashlight on the figures at the door. He recognizes Brianna instantly. Louie has been reading Starwars comics to her on his break ever since she has been in here.

"Padawan! It's so good to see your all right"

He doesn't recognize the guy, but when he see's Jill's face Louie instantly begins to sweat. His mouth goes dry and he drops his gaze to the floor. Ok Louie keep you cool......this is it your finally going to talk to her. Louie works up some spit in his mouth and manages to get enough air through his windpipe to make sound. He looks at Jill and says

"Uhhhmmm.....heh.....ya....I........."

The world starts to spin as darkness fills Louie's vision......... Looking up at the ceiling from the flat of his back Louie thinks to himself. Well that went better than I expected.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:03 pm**

"Oh! Are you okay?" Jill moves over to look down at the fallen man, but she seems nervous to help him up. "You two work here, right? We need to get these kids somewhere safe. There's something in the toilets and it got one of the children and I'm going to have to figure out some way to move the others to safety and there's some guy trapped in an office on the fifth floor that I said I'd go get." Jill realizes that she's babbling. It's the relief of seeing other living faces. "Oh, and Jason here may need some stitches."

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:06 pm**

The metal screeching reaches a crescendo and a lash of twisted metal and sinew flicks past the doorway, narrowly missing both Jason and Brianna.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:12 pm**

"Fucking hell, not again!" Jason calls out in surprise, as he does so, his voice slightly cracks.

He grabs Brianna and drags her behind him as he makes a run for the stairs.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:14 pm**

Jill refuses to release Brianna's hand and takes off down the stairs as well.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:39 pm**

Louie bounds to his feet and lets out a little scream of terror. "AAAAHHH" He runs after the other people passing them before they hit the stairs.

"Follow me I know a counter we can hide behind"

He grabs the railing for support and continues to run down the stairs pointing the torch in front of him. I don't know what that thing is, but I'm not sticking around to find out.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:45 pm**

The first floor is thankfully empty though in no better condition than the floor above it.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:16 pm**

Louie looks from person to person. His face is white ,and he's got sweat beading on his brow. He turns to talk to Jill and starts to black out again. Come on Louie not now. He turns to Jason, takes a deep breath, and manages to speak.

"Ok take Briana to the reception desk. I've already secured that area. I'll take a couple of people and find some supplies. Does anyone know how to use a gun?"

Louie reaches into his pouch and pulls out the gun. He holds it out like it's a dirty diaper to anyone who wants it.

ooc if no one wants the gun louie will put it back in his pouch.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:48 pm**

Jason stops at the bottom of the stairs and releases Brianna from his grip. He looks up the stairs and awaits patiently to see if the thing followed them down.

"Secured, huh?" he asks skeptically, not expecting an answer. Quite frankly, he'd be amazed if the man could walk to his fusebox in the dead of night after the electricity went out in his own house without being scared shitless by random noises and his own reflection as he passes a mirror.

As he feels the blood dripping again, he brings up his handkerchief to dab the wound on his head and he feels a tiny trickle of blood running down his leg.

He walks towards the dispensary once he's reassured that the thing isn't coming after him.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:51 pm**

Brianna has been running down the stairs as fast as she can, having yelped in surprise at 'the thing'. As they reach the first floor, she sees Louie in the light, and recognizes him for the first time.

"OOH! It's you!" she looks grateful to see him, and moves towards him with both arms out, as though ready to give him a hug. Then she spots the gun he pulls out, and looks at him in terror.

"Whaaaa...." she blinks repeatedly, apparently trying to determine how her hero could possibly be carrying a gun. She ducks fearfully away then, looking back to Jill as though for support.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:10 pm**

Louie sees the fear in Brianna's eyes and admonishes himself for bringing it out in front of her. He quickly puts it back in his pouch and kneels down reaching out his hand for Brianna.

"I'm so sorry beautiful. I didn't mean to scare you. It's not my gun, heck I don't even know how to hold it. Come on Padawan you know me I wouldn't hurt anyone, especially you."

He smiles at Briana reassuringly and winks. Louie sometimes you can be such a moron.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:35 pm**

Brianna looks at Louie skeptically, still hiding behind Jill. Tears stream down her cheeks, spilling swiftly down the bumpy scar tissue like rain drops falling from the sky. She sniffles a bit.

"Hi Louie. We're in lotsa trouble right now. There's a scary thing upstairs." She looks at him, apparently sizing him up, not wanting to get any closer. "It got Jason and now he's bleeding. I don't want to go back to my bed until it goes away." She starts to whimper again at the thought of it. With that she lets go of Jill's hand, and goes over to Louie to hug him. After she does, she pulls back again. "Didja notice the hospital's really dirty, Louie? Maybe did you forget your mop today?"

After she lets go, she spots Ronald. "Hey! The puppet guy came!" she says brightly, grinning widely. "Did Mickey come too?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:58 pm**

Louie hugs Brianna careful of her burns.

After she lets go, she spots Ronald. "Hey! The puppet guy came!" she says brightly, grinning widely. "Did Mickey come too?"

Louie let's Brianna go and smiles. If I ever have a daughter I hope she's just like her. He stands up and follows Jason to the dispensory.

"Let me take a look at those injuries of yours kid. I do know a little about 1st aid."

As he gets closer to Jason Louie sees the blood seeping from his leg. Ohhh I hope I can do this without throwing up. Louie lets go a little dry heave, takes a deep breath and continues on. I can take puke, blood, guts, or whatever as long as it's not connected to a person.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 8:05 pm**

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself." Jason mumbles as he kicks the door of the dispensary, knowing from experience where it is "You tend to learn to take care of yourself when you're dying..."

A starwars nerd and a puppetman... That's just great. It's bad when a 15 year old is more manly than these baboons. I swear to god if one of them patronises me, I'll kick em square in the nuts...

"You can help me looking for supplies though..." he quickly adds, realising the room is full of stuff and he doesn't really know where to look.

He rummages through the room, looking for disinfectant and for those handy little bandages that allow you to press a wound together without having to stitch it. Who would he trust to stitch him anyway? No, no, the bandages were way better. In the worst case, he'd stitch himself...

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 8:53 pm**

Louie walks right to the shelf that has the right supplies.

"I help restock these shelves from time to time. Here ya go. Let me know if you need a hand"

He hands Jason the supplies he needs and walks back over to the other people. Can't be easy being sick and not wanting help, but he's a man so whatever.

"So Ronnie I think we need to find a safe room for people to be in. Brianna needs a bed and the other kid looks like he should lay down too."

Louie is unacustomed to talking to people and is feeling very uncomfortable. He still can't bring himself to look at Jill. She is so nice, and Brianna seems to like her. Man I hope someone takes the lead soon, or I'm going to havev a nervous breakdown.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:06 pm**

Jason stuff the supplies in his backpack (the special bandages, disinfectant and some normal bandages) and on the way out also grabs some pressure bandages, a handfull of morfine bottles, some syringes and some scalpels.

"I'll be fine. Just need some light to fix myself up." Jason says as he walks out of the dispensary "Speaking of which, being the janitor and all, do you know where we can find some batteries? D-cells in particular... I found a bigass torch, but the batteries are dying."

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:33 pm**

Louie is standing by Ronald waiting for a response, when Jason walks up to him.

do you know where we can find some batteries? D-cells in particular

"There is a storage cupboard behind the reception desk that might have some. You'll have to check. If you just need a light for a couple of minutes take mine."

Louie turns back to Ronald, and sneaks a glance at Jill, hoping she doesn't notice. Man If I was James Bonde, she would defintely be a Bonde girl. The name's Armstrong......Louie Armstrong how may I be of service.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:43 pm**

Jason flashes his penlight in the man's eyes and walks off to the receptiondesk.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:10 pm**

"I don't wanna go back to sleep yet, Louie," Brianna says. "The other kid up there was sleeping...when....." She pauses, shuddering, and then looks up at Jason. "when he.....got hurt, I think. There was lots of blood....." she shudders again, and screws up her face in disgust.

Posted: **Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:49 pm**

Jill is relieved when Brianna recognizes these men. They both seem kind of strange, but at least if the girl likes them they're probably nice people.

Piano man wrote: "So Ronnie I think we need to find a safe room for people to be in. Brianna needs a bed and the other kid looks like he should lay down too."

"That's exactly what we need. The whole ward is full of sleeping children who are all stuck there at the mercy of whatever that thing is. We need to get them out and move them to somewhere safe." She feels guilty for having left them helpless in there, and this overrides her fear. I'll carry them out one by one if I have to. She turns to the janitor. "Could I borrow your flashlight to go get the kids?"

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 1:55 am**

imme wrote: There's something in the toilets and it got one of the children and I'm going to have to figure out some way to move the others to safety and there's some guy trapped in an office on the fifth floor that I said I'd go get."

Yah, I was just in the can on the first floor. You better believe there's something in the toilets. I heard voices. That's Louie's job....the toilets. I'm Ronald by the way.

Pianoman wrote: He grabs the railing for support and continues to run down the stairs pointing the torch in front of him. I don't know what that thing is, but I'm not sticking around to find out.

Ronald follows close behind Louie gripping his Banjo tighly as one would grip a club.

Pianoman wrote: Louie reaches into his pouch and pulls out the gun. He holds it out like it's a dirty diaper to anyone who wants it.

Ronald backs away from Louie as he pulls out the gun.

Holy crap-erjacks! What's a Janitor doing with a gun? Don't look at me? I can't use it.

SuAside wrote: As he feels the blood dripping again, he brings up his handkerchief to dab the wound on his head and he feels a tiny trickle of blood running down his leg.

He walks towards the dispensary once he's reassured that the thing isn't coming after him.

Ronald follows the bleeding man staring at his wound in shocked disbelief, like it was an alien or one of those surfing squirrels.

What happened man. Who did that to you? Where'd he go?

trixie wrote: After she lets go, she spots Ronald. "Hey! The puppet guy came!" she says brightly, grinning widely. "Did Mickey come too?"

Oh Hi there little girl.

Ronald is a little bit weirded out by Brianna face. He's played the burn ward many times, but he's clearly spooked now and with everything going on, it doesn't take much to set him off. Ronald recovers quickly. He opens his backpack and checks in on his pidgeon again. He smiles wide, grabs Mickey the mouth and pulls him out.

Of coarse I did. Do you want to hold him for a bit?

Ronald passes Mickey the Mouth to Brianna.

Pianoman wrote: "So Ronnie I think we need to find a safe room for people to be in. Brianna needs a bed and the other kid looks like he should lay down too."

Lay down? Are you crazy Louie? We have to get as many of these kids as we can out of here! What the hell was that thing up stairs?

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 2:42 am**

Brianna takes Mickey the mouth, grinning all the while that Ronald has let her play with him. She slips him on her hand, and giggles.

Ronald and the adults are all still talking, while she is playing with Mickey. She is tuning them out, lost in her own little world for the moment. Then, to interrupt the conversation, she juts her arm up to head level with the adults, Mickey's mouth widley agape, comedically.

"DO YOU LIKE CHEESE???" she says in a funny, high pitched voice, and Mickey's head turns to look at them, mouth agape as though laughing.

Brianna giggles some more, clearly amused.

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:34 am**

Ronald looks down at Brianna, still trying to focus on the grown ups talking.

Oh who am I kidding. I'm not volunteering for going back upstairs.

Realizing Brianna is trying to mimic Micky's voice, Ronald uses his ventriloquism and talks to Brianna through Mickey's mouth in the same child like squeeky voice Mickey is famous for.

Oh hello there. Hey Who's this moving my mouth? It sound like a cute little girl judging from all the giggling. Turn me around so i can get a better look at yah!

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 6:05 am**

Brianna laughs out loud then, enamored with the puppet and Ronald's interaction. She turns the puppet around and looks at him, then falls over laughing, unable to keep her composure.

In a minute she stands up again, clutching her stomach, and looks at Ronald shyly. "Yah, I like cheese....I think someone cut the cheese, though" she says to Ronald, in the same high pitched squeaky voice. She closes Mickey's mouth and holds his nose, then tries to fan his face with his hand. It's harder than she thought to coordinate the hand and the nose though, and she laughs some more. Mickey the mouth is flying about wildly, mouth agape still, and Brianna is having a hard time holding onto her chuckles, and has to stop every once in a while to compose herself.

"Didja bring your banjo Ronald?" she asks, smiling widely. She snickers again, clearly enjoying the easy going conversation. It is a welcome relief from the recent turn of events.

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 6:20 am**

Sure did kiddo. But we have to be quiet so the grown ups can talk. We'll play later.

Yeah. We don't need that stupid old Banjo. Ronald can't play anyways. He sounds like a pregnant Kitty.

Ronald Laughs.

Ha Ha Ha! Now Micky! You be nice.. You want a sucker Brianna?

Ronald pulls a red tootsie pop from behind Brianna's ear and gives it her.

There you go sweety

Hey! Where's mine!

You're on a diet Micky. Besides, you look stuffed!

Groan!

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 6:28 am**

Brianna laughs again, jumping up and down excitedly, and accepts the sucker from Ronald, quickly pulling off the wrapper.

"Don't worry, Mickey, I'll share with you!" she says, giggling again.

Mickey purses his lips together in frustration at Ronald, and Brianna laughs again at Ronald's expression as he does.

"You sayin I'm fat?" Mickey says to Ronald, and Brianna takes the first lick of the sucker but can't control her laughter as she does. She snorts as she laughs then, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 9:43 am**

OCC - since Laraqua hasn't said anything about the D-cell batteries, I'l assume the janitor knows his stuff and that they're there.

IC -

Jason rummages through the storage cupboard, retrieving the batteries and puts them in the big flashlight.

He then sits down against the reception desk, puts his penlight in his mouth and takes the supplies he needs out of his backpack. He rolls up his jeans and takes a better look at the wounds on both his legs. He rubs the wound clean, takes the bottle of disinfectant and pours it over the wounds, quietly cursing as it stings. He dabs the area surrounding the wounds dry and starts attaching the 'stitch' bandaids.

They seem to hold well on the right leg, but he fumbles with the left, cursing and removing the badly placed bandaid again.

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 3:39 pm**

"Could I borrow your flashlight to go get the kids?"

Louie looks down at his feet and kicks at invisible rocks. Come on Louie be a man...Jill asked you a direct question and if you don't aswer her she's going to think your weird. Just look up and talk to her.

Louie starts to look up and loses his nerve. He starts to fiddle with the torch in his hand. OK....suck it up if you don't talk now no one will ever take you seriously.

Louie decides the bandaide method is the best. Just get it over with. Louie looks Jill straight in the eye and fights the urge to throw up all over her.

"I don't think that going back up there is the best idea. If any of the children are still alive we will probably die trying to get them but if you insist on going I'll go with you."

Louie spoke so fast that he hopes that he was understood. Wow I did it....I TALKED TO A WOMAN...and I didn't faint or puke or anything. Ohhhhhh....what did I say......did I actually say I would go with her. Louie appears to be looking inward trying to remember his words. Oh crap buckets I did say I'd go with her. I guess I have a gun, I sure hope I don't kill anyone. Man the first successful conversation I have with a women and I basically volunteered to die. Maybe she'll accidentally brush up against me. If only I could be so lucky

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 4:22 pm**

Brianna looks up from her puppet and sucker for a moment, over hearing Jill and Louie's conversation. Her face turns white, frozen in shock as she listens to them, and her arms drop to her sides, hanging there incredulously.

"You're not really going to go back up there.... are you, Jill?" she asks her, tugging on her arm. "You just....can't!" she says emphatically, hoping her face will say enough. "Please Jill....you might.....DIE!" She's unsure Jill knows just how important she is to Brianna. Since her own parents passed away in the car wreck, Jill is the next closest thing she has to a mother.

Brianna looks from Jill to Louie then, and the tears return. She can't form her words anymore, and starts making sounds that make no sense, scared out of her mind.

"I...they......it's......dangerous.......you.....NO!!! "

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 9:15 pm**

"And we might die doing nothing..." Jason says shaking his head as he looks up and removes the penlight from his mouth "Or we might save some others."

"We were up there for long and the wire thing only took one of the children and then went after me because I had disturbed it. If it is back to its slow pace there could be plenty of children up there, alive and well. But watch out, that motherfucker is fast..." he argues turning back his attention to his left leg, where the bandage doesn't hold as it should "It's a gamble, a roll of the dice... Pure luck and no way to know without finding out the hard way."

Posted: **Thu Jul 19, 2007 10:55 pm**

Ronald puts a hand on Brianna's shoulder.

Nobody's gonna die sweety.

Ronald then looks over at Jill and covers Brianna's ears.

What's up there exactly. How many has it killed? How many are left?

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:45 am**

Piano man wrote: "I don't think that going back up there is the best idea. If any of the children are still alive we will probably die trying to get them but if you insist on going I'll go with you."

"Okay, thanks."

Tears form in her own eyes as Jill looks down at the crying Brianna, but she can't seem to find the words to respond.

SuAside wrote: "But watch out, that motherfucker is fast..."

"Please, Jason, language!" She waves toward the impressionable young girl.

DSIGFUSS wrote: What's up there exactly. How many has it killed? How many are left?

"I don't know. At least one, more if we don't get moving. A ward full of sleeping children." With that, she turns to go back up the stairs, hoping that the janitor with the flashlight is going to follow her.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:13 am**

Louie is freaking on the inside as he follows Jill up the stairs. Ok keep calm....relaxation exercise No. 12 sing a happy song. Louie begins to sing a song quietly to himself.

" I want a hippopotumus for Christmas. Only a hippopotomus will do."

He looks around to see if anyone could hear him. With some of the looks he gets he's pretty sure they do. Dam Louie why did you pick that song. Mini pops.....always a winner.

"Video killed the radio star.........." Louie continues to sing until he reaches the bottom of the stairs. Hey I feel a little better.

"Should I be holding on to the gun or do you want it?"

He pulls the gun out and holds it all wrong as he continues up the stairs.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:27 am**

Brianna starts to cry harder, watching Jill walk up the stairs and Louie follow. She looks at her feet, wiping tears away with her hand, and appears to be generally uncomfortable.

She offers Mickey the mouth back to Ronald, sniffling quietly.

"Sorry, he's a little wet." She smiles weakly at him.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:35 am**

Before Louie climbs the stairs he turns to Brianna an says

"Hey sweetie. Don't worry about ms. Jill. I'll take care of her. Remember my young padawan. I have the force on my side. Jason can you do me a personal favor and take care of Brianna while we are gone."

Man I hope I don't die.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:26 am**

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Jason replies as he wraps his good leg in a normal bandage to protect the 'stitches'.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 1:30 pm**

Piano man wrote: "Should I be holding on to the gun or do you want it?"
He pulls the gun out and holds it all wrong as he continues up the stairs.

"Um, I guess I'll hold it." She reaches out her hand, palm up. Not that I know what I'm doing, but ... this guy looks like he could misfire it. She takes the gun and starts running up the stairs.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 2:24 pm**

As Jill takes the gun from Louie her hand lightly brushes up against his.

"Errr.........Heh.........ok here you go"

Ok Louie this is getting old. You either talk to her normally or go back down stairs. Louie looks as if he is having an inward moment. He says nothing, but his facial expressions change as he argues with himself. Finally he mutters under his breath. "Ok your right"

"So Jill you got a plan or are we just running in grabbing kids and running out. I'll do what you need, but I don't want to die."

That's better Louie. Maybe a little less morbid next time. Ok time to get the adrenaline going. Louie has seen sporting events where the competitors slap themselves in the face to get themselves going, so he decides to try that. WHACK!!!

"OOOWWW!!!!! Man why do people do that?"

Louie rubs his cheek and follows after Jill.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:43 pm**

Piano man wrote: Jason can you do me a personal favor and take care of Brianna while we are gone.

I don't need a babysitter, Brianna thinks crossly. I'm already 9 yrs old! Still she watches Louie and Jill walk up the stairs, sorrowful that they are leaving. She glances over at Jason, bandaging his leg in the corner, and then looks at the floor. Jason makes her a little uncomfortable, especially because he's seems to be mad all the time.

She walks a little closer to Jason, and sees him adjusting the bandage, and the bloody flesh underneath pokes out a little.

"Are you gonna be ok?" she asks, wrinkling up her nose. "Your leg looks...kinda....gross."

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:11 pm**

"I'll live." Jason shrugs. Or well, he might die today, but it won't be because of that wound at least... Better not tell the kid that though.

"This aint nothing compared to a chemo..."

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 6:17 pm**

Brianna sits down cross legged across from Jason, and pulls her sucker out of her mouth. She looks at him for a minute in silence, perhaps a little surprised that he's being nice to her. She stretches her neck out to spot Ronald, wondering what he's doing at the moment. Maybe adult stuff, she thinks. She's really hoping he'll come over and bring out his banjo. But he said not right now. She turns back to Jason again.

"Chemo?" Brianna's lips are turning purple from the sucker but she doesn't seem to realize it. "What's that?" She pops it back in again, and fiddles with her stockings. "And how long have you been in here anyways? I've been here for like......months. I can't even remember very well now, cuz the doctor says I was un..uncontchus for part of it." She stumbles with the word unconscious, seemingly trying hard to remember how the doctors and nurses pronounced it.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 7:18 pm**

"Un-con-scious." Jason says briefly looking up with a faint smile.

"I come in every week for a checkup." he then goes on to answer her question "Might continue to do that for a year or so..."

"And chemo therapy is when the doctors inject you with chemicals, or well basically poison, in an attempt to kill off cancer." Jason explains "The problem is of course that if the cancer doesn't die before the patient is too weak to resist it anymore, you're royally screwed..."

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 8:21 pm**

Brianna's eyes grow wide as saucers and she stares at Jason for a moment, sucker in her mouth, deep in thought. She plays with her hair while she replies.

"Does it hurt a lot? Sounds like it wouldn't be very much fun. Kinda like being wrapped up in water bandages after your skin gets burned off. I'm kinda glad I was uncontchus...." Her brow furrows, as she's tried very hard to say it right this time, but it still comes out sounding wrong. She shrugs her shoulders and goes back to licking her sucker.

"So you get to go home then, in between I mean? You get to see your mum and dad?" Brianna looks sad now, casting her eyes downwards to the floor, and scratches in the dirt with her finger.

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 9:42 pm**

"If they're around..." Jason shrugs "They're always working."

Posted: **Fri Jul 20, 2007 11:06 pm**

Brianna's eyes grow dark and her expression changes to a dismal, deeply bothered scowl.

"At least they're not dead", she says, voice shaking a bit. She's had just about enough of this dreary conversation. Comparing who's life was worse was not an enjoyable task. "I don't like being alone. At least you still have them, you know? I only get my Auntie to come visit me, and not very often." She sighs and stands up.

"I'm hungry. I hope we get jello tonight." She pops her sucker back in her mouth and starts walking back to Ronald. She approaches him and smiles. "Ronald, can you help us look for some food?" she asks.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 1:26 am**

imme wrote: "I don't know. At least one, more if we don't get moving. A ward full of sleeping children." With that, she turns to go back up the stairs, hoping that the janitor with the flashlight is going to follow her.

Hold on a sec... I don't think that's the best...... Ah crap-erjacks.

Ronald watches Louie and Jill run upstairs with the flashlight, thankful he's not with them.

Go get em Louie!

trixie wrote: Brianna starts to cry harder, watching Jill walk up the stairs and Louie follow. She looks at her feet, wiping tears away with her hand, and appears to be generally uncomfortable.

She offers Mickey the mouth back to Ronald, sniffling quietly.

"Sorry, he's a little wet." She smiles weakly at him.

Ronald rubs Brianna's head.

That's OK Kiddo. He was all wet long before you came along.

Ronald puts Mickey the Mouth back on his arm.\

Hey that's a low blow there pickle head.

Pianoman wrote: Before Louie climbs the stairs he turns to Brianna and says

"Hey sweetie. Don't worry about ms. Jill. I'll take care of her. Remember my young padawan. I have the force on my side. Jason can you do me a personal favor and take care of Brianna while we are gone."

Ronald gives Louie the thumbs up.

Go get em Chewie!

Ronald stands there holding Mickey like an idiot. He looks over at Jason.

How old are you..... sixteen?

I should be the one in charge down here. No kid's telling me what to do. Geeez!

Trixie wrote: She walks a little closer to Jason, and sees him adjusting the bandage, and the bloody flesh underneath pokes out a little.

"Are you gonna be ok?" she asks, wrinkling up her nose. "Your leg looks...kinda....gross."

Yeah, that's disgusting. Did you see the thing that did that to you? What the H-E- double hockey sticks is that thing up stairs?

Trixie wrote: I've been here for like......months. I can't even remember very well now, cuz the doctor says I was un..uncontchus for part of it." She stumbles with the word unconscious, seemingly trying hard to remember how the doctors and nurses pronounced it.

Jason's right. That's unconscious sweety.

No she said it right you moron.

Mickey I think I know how to say uncontchus.

Ha Ha! You are a moron!

Trixie wrote: "So you get to go home then, in between I mean? You get to see your mum and dad?" Brianna looks sad now, casting her eyes downwards to the floor, and scratches in the dirt with her finger.

SuAcide wrote: "If they're around..." Jason shrugs "They're always working."

Ronald looks away from Jason and Brianna, unable to make eye contact.

Man, these kids both have it rough. If it weren't so damn scary down here in the dark I'd play us all a song to take our minds off the suicidal killing machine upstairs.

You know who's always working? Me.... I can't get this guy off my back. Or out of it. Ha!

Trixie wrote: At least they're not dead", she says, voice shaking a bit. She's had just about enough of this dreary conversation. Comparing who's life was worse was not an enjoyable task. "I don't like being alone. At least you still have them, you know? I only get my Auntie to come visit me, and not very often." She sighs and stands up.

"I'm hungry. I hope we get jello tonight." She pops her sucker back in her mouth and starts walking back to Ronald. She approaches him and smiles. "Ronald, can you help us look for some food?" she asks

Easy there kiddo. I think the cook'll be taking the night off tonight. We'll look for some food once Louie and Jill get back.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 6:15 am**

DSIGFUSS wrote: Yeah, that's disgusting. Did you see the thing that did that to you? What the H-E- double hockey sticks is that thing up stairs?

Brianna wrinkles up her nose and replies, "It's this big weird machine thingy...it makes a lotta noise and scraping sounds. And it ATE somebody! Right Jason?"

Brianna dances around on the floor with her sucker in her mouth. She's either really nervous, or she has to pee.

DSIGFUSS wrote: Easy there kiddo. I think the cook'll be taking the night off tonight. We'll look for some food once Louie and Jill get back.

"But I'm really hungry...." Brianna whines. She dances around a bit more and screws up her face. She sucks on her sucker some more and twirls her hair. "I really am!" she says again, just in case Ronald has doubted her, or perhaps forgot in the two seconds it took to dance along the black and white squares.

"Do you have anything else to eat?" she asks, and shows him her sucker stick. There's almost nothing left of the little purple sucker, but her mouth shows the remains of where it went. Her lips and tongue are purple. She sticks out her tongue at him then. "Is my tongue purple now?" she asks, giggling.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 8:44 am**

The hospital is as cold as a meat locker, making their skin numb and their lips stick together with a bit more force than normal. The threat of hypothermia lurks in the back of every adult mind. None of them are dressed for the occasion. Only Brianna is wearing anything close to what is needed to deal with this cold weather.

Louie and Jill reach the Children's Ward, their breaths coming out in clouds of condensation. They can hear the terrible metallic screeching mixed with a more organic sound of rending flesh and bone. Over and above it all, they hear, suddenly, cut off almost before it began, a terrible high-pitched scream. As they come into the ward, they see that the thick interwoven wires have embedded themselves into the walls, snaking their way through the concrete and brick like they were its veins. Four children had been taken, their beds empty, their skinless bodies attached to the bizarre steel contraptions, flesh still twitching, organs being slowly separated, yet they were obviously not dead. Jill and Louie knew each one of those children by the beds the children had laid upon.

One child was crouched in the far corner of the Children's Ward. They could see the child's legs from beneath one of the beds. The thick wires swooped blindly and didn't seem to find the child.

There were at least six interwoven wires in the room.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:59 am**

"Your parents might be dead, but you aren't... I'm dead and my parents aren't." Jason grunts at Brianna "What the fuck does it matter?"

He barely suppressed the urge to say they were all going to die here anyway. Instead he went digging in his backpack, pulled out an unopened box of chocolat chip cookies and threw it at the child.

"I'm 15." he then said to Ronald "As for the thing upstairs, I have no freaking clue."

He was unwilling to say what he had seen in the toilets, not with Brianna around anyway. She had seen the wires, but not the torn apart body, not the smell, not the noise, not the gore,...

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 4:05 pm**

Piano man wrote: "So Jill you got a plan or are we just running in grabbing kids and running out. I'll do what you need, but I don't want to die."

That had been her plan exactly. As she continues up the stairs, she calls over her shoulder. "We'll mrssh smrssh mmph." Hopefully he'll just think he misheard me. He's a pretty strange guy."[/color]

When Jill looks into the nightmare of the Children's Ward, she freezes for a moment. I can't deal with this. I ... But when she sees that there's at least one kid left to save something in her pushes her forward, and with disbelief she speaks the words, "You go get the kid in the corner, I think we'll have to stop this thing at its center." Watching in horror as her feet take her into the room, she tries to make her way to the toilets.

OOC: If it seems truly impassible, she duck back out into the hallway to see if she could go through the Men's Ward.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 4:20 pm**

"We'll mrssh smrssh mmph."

"Huh....oh ya that's a great idea"

I sure hope she didn't just say I'm sacrificing a janitor to get a kid.

"You go get the kid in the corner

Dam that's exactly what she said.

"O...o...k"

Louie tries to spy the safest route to the kid, and then takes off as fast as safely possible. I'm doing it.....what the hell.....I'm so going to die. Oh well at least I die a hero instead of a stain on the sidewalk. Louie thinks about the many times he's stood on the edge of the roof of the hospital with plans to jump. I'm so alone......why doesn't anyone like me....I'm a nice guy...focus louie get the kid.

ooc louie is trying to save the kid and will try to dodge, but if it gets to be to much he will retreat to the hallway.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 5:24 pm**

SuAside wrote: "Your parents might be dead, but you aren't... I'm dead and my parents aren't." Jason grunts at Brianna "What the fuck does it matter?"

Brianna looks at Jason sullenly, still fiddling with her hair. He just said another bad word. She stands there, wide eyed and uncomfortable. What do you say to someone who's dying??

SuAside wrote: He barely suppressed the urge to say they were all going to die here anyway. Instead he went digging in his backpack, pulled out an unopened box of chocolate chip cookies and threw it at the child.

Brianna sees a box come flying through the air at the last second, and flails to catch it. The room was dark though, and he'd thrown it with no warning. It smacks her in the shoulder and she winces in pain. "Thank you" she says, almost miserably. Her skin was beginning to hurt, but she didn't dare complain again. Who knows what he'd throw at me next?

She sits back down on the floor and opens the box, offering the first snack to the other two. She eats very slowly. Even smiling was beginning to hurt. I shouldn't have laughed so much. No wonder my skin feels like it's gonna crack apart.

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 9:47 pm**

Ronald grabs the cookies from Brianna and tosses them back to Jason.

You can't just eat sweets there kiddo. It'll give you nightmares.

Not like it matters, here in hell's hospital!

And you! Jason! Watch the pottymouth around the kid, OK?

He reaches into his own pack and pulls out a sandwich. He breaks it in half and offers half of it to Brianna and the other half to Jason.

It's Roast Beef. And? If you finish it up real quick........

Ronald looks around the room for anything moving, still really nervous. He reaches back into his pack and pulls out the tiny bird cage by the little metal handle at it's top. Inside is a white pidgeon. He shows it to Briana.

If you finish all your sandwich...... You can hold Edgar here. He's been couped up for way to long.

Yeah and if we get hungry again, we got Kentucky Fried Pidgeon. Ha!

Micky?

Posted: **Sat Jul 21, 2007 11:03 pm**

Brianna looks at Ronald sourly as he snatches the box of cookies away. "Hey!" she objects, then changes her mind as he produces the sandwich.

She looks up gratefully at him as he offers it to her. "Thank you" she says, then begins to eat. She takes a bite, and touches her face gingerly. She's quiet for a moment, as she slowly chews, then looks back at Ronald.

DSIGFUSS wrote: He reaches back into his pack and pulls out the tiny bird cage by the little metal handle at it's top. Inside is a white pidgeon. He shows it to Briana.

If you finish all your sandwich...... You can hold Edgar here. He's been cooped up for way to long.

"OH, COOL!" she exclaims, smiling widely, then wincing quickly after. She moves towards the bird, then, peering at him through the wire cage. "Is he yours?" she asks, admiring the little pet. "I wish I had a bird..." She stares at Edgar thoughtfully, then puts the back of her hand to her face, enjoying the feeling of her cold skin against her burning cheek. "Ow" she says quietly, and tears begin to form in her eyes.

Why did I dance around and laugh so much?"Do you guys know where the medications are?" she asks finally. She has tried to keep it to herself, but her skin is really hurting now.

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:06 am**

Ronald sees Brianna wincing in pain when she smiles.

Nice one jerk face. When she laughs she hurts.

Ronald lets Brianna keep the bird in the cage but puts Micky the Mouth back in his back pack.

Sorry kiddo. No idea. You wanna take a look around? Maybe there's a nurses station close by. Jason? You know where we can find any medicine?

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 3:57 am**

DSIGFUSS wrote: Sorry kiddo. No idea. You wanna take a look around? Maybe there's a nurses station close by. Jason? You know where we can find any medicine?

Brianna nods in agreement, and keeps her cool hand on her cheek. She holds the sandwich in her hand still, nibbling at it a bit. "Can we go look?" she asks. "Maybe it'll be in the dis...disp..dis.pants.ury." Her expression changes to frustration then, because it doesn't sound right. Concerned he won't understand her, she continues, "You know, where Jason went?"

Brianna reaches out to wiggle her finger through the crack of Edgar's wire cage, enjoying his quiet coo coo. "He's cute. I like Edgar. Does he get to come?"

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:11 am**

There seems to be two ways to get across. Either one dashes across quickly, drawing the attention of the blind wires and forcing a dodge roll every ten feet or one sneaks across slowly, ducking down and making oneself as small as possible to avoid accidentally brushing one, taking twice as long though forcing a new roll at about the same distance. The Children's Ward is about fifty feet long (each square is a 5-foot step). Judging from what you glimpsed in the Men's Ward, the wires there are fewer but more active, whipping about in desperation because none have found any flesh to take root in.

I'll let you two roll for this. State your choice and keep rolling until you fail or until you reach where you want to go and I'll dictate the results.

The child is near the balcony doors on the left of the nurse's desk.

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:42 am**

You hold onto Edgar kiddo. He's just a lttle thing, so you keep him safe.

Ronald stares down at Brianna and feels sorry for her.

Her medication is wearing off. crap-erjacks! If I dose her up with the wrong drug, she could die. Jeepers!

Ronald thinks hard.

Her charts!

If I can find her charts, it will tell me what she's on.

Ronald thinks about all the TV shows he's ever seen involving hospitals. On Scrubs, the big fat black lady had all the charts. She sat right at the front entrance.

Worth a try.

C'mon sweety. We're gonna go for a little walk.

Ronald grabs Brianna's hand, careful not to startle her, and walks along the walls to the front entrance of the hospital, hoping to find the front desk and the hospital patient records.

Hold onto Edgar tight there kiddo.

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 7:58 am**

Ronald doesn't walk far.

Ahh! Here we are. Let's see if we can find your records there kiddo. What's your last name?

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:03 pm**

Louie takes off into the room. He leaps over the first wire and dodges the second. A third wires flies directly at Louie's face. He notices it in the nick of time, and leaps to safety. Louie reaches out, rolls, and lands back on his feet never breaking stride. A fourth wire comes from no where and tries to wrap itself around Louie's neck. He pulls out his lightsabre and cuts it in half, and deflects a fifth, using the force. Just as Louie reaches down to grab the child, his vision starts to blur. When he focusses again he is still standing in the hallway. Who am I kidding? I'm no Jedi.

Louie scurries out of sight, like a rat fleeing from it's predator. He sinks to the floor, brings his knees to his chest, sticks his face between his knees, and begins to weep softly. You're no good Louie. You have a chance to save a child's life and your sitting in the hallway crying. You're pathetic! You could go into that room and die trying to save a kid, or you could go to the roof and kill yourself....really....what's the difference?

Louie sniffs and looks up briefly, trying to see if Jill went into the room. His vision is too blurry from crying and he can't see anything, so he balls back up and continues to berate himself. How can I face them again. They are all going to look at me like I'm some kind of fiend. I can't go back down stairs....they wouldn't understand. I wanted to go in, I just couldn't.

As Louie sits there he hears his mother speaking to him in his head. Your a loser Louie. Just like your father. You will never achieve anything in life. Your just a janitor. A pathetic lowly Janitor. Doomed to live your life in the shadows, and then be forgotten.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. It should have been you that died not him........" Louies muffled voice can barely be heard as he speaks into his knees and continues to weep.

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:40 pm**

DSIGFUSS wrote: Ahh! Here we are. Let's see if we can find your records there kiddo. What's your last name?

"Collins" Brianna replies to Ronald. "My last name is Collins."

She stands next to Ronald as he looks, clutching Edgar's cage tightly, and feeling much like a cat on a hot tin roof. The hospital was a spooky, gloomy place and walking around made it seem all the more obvious. Plus, there was the very real possibility that something could jump out at any second, or be lurking around the corner, just beyond visibility.

She takes a deep breath, and tries to think happy thoughts. Like if I was Edgar, I could fly away from this creepy hospital and all of it's gloom. No that's too depressing. Maybe I could pretend it's my birthday. THAT would be fun.

Brianna loses herself then, in thoughts of party hats and clowns, watching Edgar and trying to mimick his coo coo sounds. Edgar cocks his head to one side and looks at her, puzzled, and she giggles softly.

She looks back at Ronald, beaming, and asks "Didja find it?"

Posted: **Sun Jul 22, 2007 11:23 pm**

No kiddo. I think its all on computer and I don't think the power is on right now.

Plus I can't see a darn thing in all this stupid black.

Let's go find Jason. Maybe he can help us out.

Ronald, Brianna in hand, walks across the hall to the Dispensary to meet up with Jason.

Maybe we can get to the file room upstairs. No way. Up stairs is a bad idea. I hope Jason knows what kind of medication is safe for kids. I wonder how long he's had cancer for? Poor kid.

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:05 am**

Jill doesn't wait to see what the janitor's going to do, but leaps into the room. She used to be a pretty good athlete back in college, maybe it won't be as hard as it looks ...

After only a few running steps, she fails to dodge one of the slashing wires and yells as she feels it slice through her skin.

OOC: Looks like she wouldn't have gotten very far, anyway. Dodging wires (at 50) (1d100=97, 1d100=59, 1d100=22, 1d100=97, 1d100=95)

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:16 am**

After only a few running steps, she fails to dodge one of the slashing wires and yells as she feels it slice through her skin.

Louies head snaps up as he hears Jill scream. He jumps to his feet and rushes for the door. As he rounds the corner he notices that Jill only made it about five feet in before the vines got her. He takes a short step into the room and helps Jill to get back out into the hall.

"I've got you. Let's get you to safety."

ooc didn't know if I went far enough in to make a role, but here it is any ways. http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1166079

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:52 am**

The wire had wrapped around her shoulder and was starting to tense up and dig in when Louie lurched into the room. The thunderous sound of his awkward movement caught the wire's attention and it freed Jill and came swinging at Louie. He shrunk back in fear and the wire swung harmlessly past.

OOC: You're not injured and those other dice rolls no longer count. Try again forward or back? Oh yeah, another idea ... you could try crawling. Neither of you have high Dodge or Sneak, we could make a few halved Luck rolls if you crawled or slid across the ground?

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 5:00 am**

Louie pulls Jill back into the hall way.

"Wait here. Watch me if it grabs me make some noise and get out of here. I hope it will distract it long enough for me to get away."

Not waiting for an answer he turns back to the room. Louie decides to stay low. I'm so glad I thougt of this. He crawls across the floor to the little girl. He's never been so focussed, and his mind doesn't wander once. Focussed on his goal he pusses forward.

http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1166392 luck 90 failed once

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 5:53 am**

JILL AND LOUIE

Two wires dart forward, catching him around the wrists. More wires appear, snaking through the air towards him. He is jerked once, twice, and then pulled up into the air. The wires bite deep into his limbs, dripping lines of blood to the floor. Jill can see the path is somewhat clearer now. If she runs for it, she might make it.

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:58 am**

DSIGFUSS wrote: Let's go find Jason. Maybe he can help us out.

Ronald, Brianna in hand, walks across the hall to the Dispensary to meet up with Jason.

Brianna follows Ronald back to Jason, stumbling a bit in the dark, and holding onto Edgar's cage tightly. Every time she stumbles a bit, Edgar flaps his wings nervously, as though it's scaring the daylights out of him. Brianna looks a bit nervous too.

" What does Edgar do when you sing to the kids? Does he do any tricks or anything?" She peers at him as they near Jason, then looks back to Ronald. "Like, one time, I saw this bird that could TALK....really really...like he could say, BURRITO BURRITO BURRITO!!"

Brianna giggles and looks over at Jason. "Watcha doin?" she asks as they walk up.

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 10:39 am**

"Just disinfecting the wound on my head..." Jason shrugs.

"You stayin' with Brianna?" he asks Ronald.

"Take this then..." he says as he digs up the hammer he had salvaged earlier "When in doubt, run. When cornered, just wack it."

"I'm going back up, I'm sure they can use some help." he says as he gets up holding the big Maglite and puts the screwdriver inside his belt.

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 10:49 am**

The first floor is lit only by the men's toilets and is dimly lit at best. Without a torch, moving in any direction other than toward the toilets will involve stumbling blindly in the dark or clutching a steadily warmer lighter.

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 11:21 am**

As he steps for the stairs, Jason realises that Ronald and Brianna have no light of their own. He digs up his flashlight, lights it and rolls it over the floor to them before he climbs the stairs.

"I'll be wanting that back..."

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 2:02 pm**

He said to make some noise. This should. Jill again runs into the room, hoping that this time she'll be able to make it to the kid. She's no longer sure that it's worth trying to stop this thing, or if that's even possible. But she knows there's a kid alive back there ... who won't be for much longer.

OOC: Dodge rolls again, since she's running? I'll roll them as such, and you can modify if they should be something else.
Dodge? (50) (1d100=25)
Dodge? (50) (1d100=10)
Dodge? (50) (1d100=84)

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 4:01 pm**

Jill is struck across the shoulder by a wire, tearing loose a flap of skin from her shoulder, but not catching her. Those wires which had caught Louie has yet to budge and he is still held aloft, able to move only his legs and his mouth. The entangled wires seems to pay no heed to Jill's movement. It does not appear that Louie has long left.

OOC: Allow the new player to post for the child/teen before attempting to grab a hold of it.

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 4:33 pm**

"AAAH AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAH OH MY GOD HELP ME. AAAAAAH AAA"

Posted: **Mon Jul 23, 2007 5:26 pm**

Hearing the scream, Jason darts up the stairs, the Maglite heavy in his hand.

Posted: **Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:30 am**

Jill tries to drown out the cries of the poor janitor and focus on the child before her. Some part of her mind understands that if she turns back now she might never have another chance to help the kid ... hopefully the janitor would survive long enough that she could help him too. Under her breath, so the child won't hear, she curses. "Shit." Right, because that's what you need to worry about right now.

Two more dodge rolls?
Dodge (50) (1d100=2)
Dodge (50) (1d100=58 )

Posted: **Tue Jul 24, 2007 5:17 am**

AAAH IT HURTS SOOOO MUCH AAAAAAH AAHHH GET IT OFF ME....GET IT OFF ME.....FOR THE LOVE OF GOD....AHHH

Posted: **Tue Jul 24, 2007 6:00 am**

Ronald covers Brianna's ears, shielding her from Louie's deafening screams of agony.

Jumping Jahosaphat!

Ronald pulls Brianna towards the edge of the stairs and looks up.

Keep quiet kiddo! We gotta go help. You ready?

Posted: **Tue Jul 24, 2007 7:12 am**

Brianna looks up at Ronald in terror as she hears the blood curdling scream echo down the stairwell.

"Y...y...you....whaaa??" Brianna's mouth is frozen in an 'O' that can only mean one thing....sheer terror. She begins to shake and looks up the dark stairwell again, then to Ronald. She appears to be completely speechless. Motionless lips, eyes awide, appear to be looking straight through him as though he's not even there.

She drops his hand like it's burning her....and turns on her heel to flee. "Nooooooooo!!!"

Posted: **Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:59 am**

Jason arrives at the children's ward to see the carnage. He reflects that if the wires hold still while they are attached to the janitor, someone might be able to approach close enough to fire the pistol against the wire, hopefully severing it. But he didn't have a pistol, and Jill was in no place to do it. If only he had taken wire cutters instead of a hammer and a screwdriver... Damn it!

Not willing to risk it all without a clear plan, he grabs the fallen chains that had once closed off the ward and throws them across the room in the general direction of the toilets in the hope that the wires would somehow get distracted.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 12:12 am**

Jill makes it to the child only to be hit solidly by another wire, whipping her head back and taking a line of flesh out from her chin. If not for the bone... It is only when the pain dies down that she realises the wire has knocked her off her feet, sliding her towards the toilets.

The wires dig in around Louie's limbs and begin to snake around his body. One punctures his lower belly, starting to insinuate itself within his flesh.

There is the loud clatter of that heavy chain across the floor and several of the wires move towards it, suddenly ignoring Jill. The wire that had caught Louie's right arm releases him and rushes towards the source of the noise.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 12:26 am**

Jill doesn't even bother to see what moved to the chains in the first place, she is using the distraction to run back to the kid, attempting to pick it up if she makes it that far.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 1:34 am**

Ronald waches Brianna run off screaming into the dark. He shines the penlight up the stairs.

She'll be alright.

He takes a few steps up the stairs and stops when Louie begins another round of bone chilling screaming.

What the hell are you doing? Brianna needs you. You got to keep her safe. Jason's got more balls anyways. You'll just get in the way.

Ronald runs back down the stairs calling for Brianna.

Hey kiddo! Wait up!

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 2:35 am**

Louie, immersed in pain, lets out a small sigh of relief as one of the chains lets go of him. Trying to think quick, he grabs his keys off of his belt with his free hand, and throws them on the floor a couple of feet away. If what he thinks he has seen so far is true, the noise should distract the wires.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 3:30 am**

Brianna runs as quickly as she can around the reception desk, flailing her arms and whimpering. She takes the corner a little too fast and hits the floor with a thud, then scrambles under the desk. "Noooo!!" Nooo Ronald....I'm not gonna go up there!!!!"

She moves the chair out of the way and sits below the computer tray, folding herself up in a ball and hiding. Louie said this spot was safe.

She plugs her ears with her fingers and squeezes her eyes shut. She whimpers softly to herself. Why is Louie screaming like that....does that mean he's dying??......ooooohhhh!!!

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 6:49 am**

Ronald catches up to Brianna and shines the pen light on her to make sure she's OK. He bends down and sits next to her under the desk.

It's OK Brianna. You don't have to go back up stairs......I'm sorry.... I'll stay right here with you.

Ronald pets Brianna's hair, feeling very uncomfortable. He can entertain kids, no problem, but actual child care is way out of his league.

And don't worry sweety. Louie's not dead. Listen, you can still hear him screaming.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 6:57 am**

Brianna sniffles and sobs, then finally replies, "Ronald, you can go help him if you want. But I don't wanna come." She wipes the tears from her eyes and looks at him, "If you wanna help, then go. Cuz Louie needs some help. I'll be ok here for a bit." She looks around fearfully. "I'm not gonna move from this spot."

She catches his arm before he has a chance to go. "Ronald?" She waits for him to reply. "DON'T DIE!!!" Then on a second thought she adds, "and come back for me, k?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:39 am**

Jason takes an empty bed next to him and shoves it off along the walkway between the beds and past the wounded janitor, sending it to crash against the wall seperating the toilets and the children's ward.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 10:03 am**

Louie doesn't reach his keys. The pain in his shredded arms, the loose flap of skin rising as his muscles moved, rend his arms near useless. Blood drips thickly down his body, pooling on the floor as the wires continue to grate and move, tearing a hole in his abdomen.

The wires whip past Louie and take hold of the bed, lifting it up and rendering the steel with a terrible piercing sound. The bed doesn't sound like it will last much longer. Louie falls to the floor, startled by the pain. OOC: Stamina x 5 rolls to keep to your feet or to do anything quickly.

Jill reaches the child in the distraction. The little girl doesn't even register her presence. It's the girl who had nearly drowned earlier.

From one of the other beds, a child coughs and stirs.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 10:28 am**

With the beast busy with the bed, Jason rushes in and grabs the janitor by the belt. However, the wounded janitor doesn't seem to cooperate as Jason tries to pull him out and falls flat on his ass.

Jason tries to pull him out by his collar regardless, but it is a losing battle... Too many twinkies have been consumed by the starwars nerd...

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 2:40 pm**

Jill grabs the girl and shudders at the sound of the new cough. She whispers "ssh" and wraps her body around the girl, hoping to protect her from any other wires as Jill makes a dash back toward the hallway.

She glances around the room, trying to locate the newly-waked child. If they are in an opportune spot, Jill will make a short detour to try to grab them as well.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 2:44 pm**

Louie manages to land on his feet. Only semi aware of his surroundings he feels something pull on him. He recognizes Jason and stumbles off in the direction of the hallway. In shock and stumbling to the hallway he mutters.

"Thanks little ferry. Have you seen Hellraiser.....I hope we don't run into him. He's got nails in his face. Am I bleeding?"

http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1171065

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 2:47 pm**

Jill rushes past with the child but as she nears Jason, the girl struggles and get off her rescuer, succeeding and managing to slide under the beds to her corner.

Jason and Louie staggger out into corridor.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 2:51 pm**

Louie points back to room.

"Help.......Jill........wires.........kid"

He leans against the wall, for a moment, not wanting to sit down.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 3:19 pm**

Jill manages to keep her mouth clamped shut, but her internal voice rings through her head. NOOOO! Without thinking, she dives back after the child. "We have to get out of here!"

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 3:49 pm**

"No! Come back! Be silent!" Jason warns, thinking/hoping that he is out of range.

What was it with these adults? Did growing up mean loosing half your braincells? Even now Jason had a plan with relative chances of success and it didn't include rushing in like a retard... Rushing in would simply not do.

Jason runs to the nurse's station down the hall to grab whatever he can find and that makes noise when thrown. Hopefully Jill would still be alive by the time he came back.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:57 pm**

OK kiddo. You stay right here and don't move. Don't move..

Ronald runs up the stairs with the pen light.

Crap-erjacks! The guy with the light always dies.

Posted: **Wed Jul 25, 2007 11:13 pm**

Brianna puts her head between her knees and whimpers harder. The tears roll down her cheeks swiftly, and she tries to wipe them away, but her cheeks are hurting worse now. She feels sorry for herself, all alone, under a desk.

"Hurry Ronald!!! Save Louie!!! And Jill.....and maybe Jason.....I dunno!!! Oooohhhh....." (sob) Mum....why did you have to die?? I miss you!

Posted: **Thu Jul 26, 2007 2:33 am**

Jill reaches down and catches the child's legs, managing to gather her up into her arms, but now the wires are no longer distracted and they roam across the floor and walls, looking for someone to tear apart.

Jason is running down toward the Nurse's Station. The most obvious heavy objects would be the computer and monitor followed by the filing cabinet drawers.

Posted: **Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:30 am**

Jill tries to be more cautious this time. She clutches the child to her chest, determined to keep her from wriggling away again. Instead of making a mad dash for the door, Jill will try to move quietly and avoid the searching wires. Of course, a mad dash is the back up plan.

Posted: **Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:04 pm**

Clearly unable to lug around -let alone throw- the computer monitor, Jason grabs a mug used by the nurses to store pencils and another mug stained with dried up coffee. While not optimal, he hopes these items will do. Afterall, he has not the luxury of being picky. He darts back to the entrance of the children's ward, hoping to be in time.

Once there, he will first throws the empty mug towards the back wall.

Posted: **Thu Jul 26, 2007 10:19 pm**

Ronald arrives at the top of the stairs and stares at the chaos.

Jumping Jahosaphat!

He's momentarily paralyzed with fear. He shines his penlight on Louie and then Jill holding the child and then on Jason in mid-throw.

A coffee mug. Shitaki mushrooms kid. It'll take more than that!

Ronald looks more closely at Louie blood stained arm and runs to help him.

Louie. Your arm!

He grabs Luoie and pulls him to his feet and begins to help him back down the stairs.

C'mon! Jill, Hurry!

[O.C. If the wires move in Ronalds direction, he drops Louie and runs]

Posted: **Thu Jul 26, 2007 10:45 pm**

"Be quiet!" Jason hisses between his teeth "Noise sets it off!"

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:12 am**

Louie is in shock from loss of blood and only partially recognizes Ronald.

"Hey Ronnie...how's it goin. Where is your son Mickey? Don't tell him, but he freaks the crap out of me."

Louie's babbling becomes incoherent and drifts off for a few seconds. After a few steps Louie seems a little more alert.

"Ronald when did you get here. I'm not doing so good. I want you to take me somewhere, but we need to get Brianna first. She shouldn't be left alone."

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 5:05 am**

Jason can see that Jill and the child stands in the middle of the room. Many of the wires creep about. If he draws their attention to the rear wall, a few of the wires will likely whip past - or even through - Jill.

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:12 am**

Where ever you gotta go buddy! Just stay awake!

Ronald drags Louie down the stairs as slowly as he can manage.

Just tell me where to go!

Don't die you heavy, dorky, son of a booger brain!

Brianna! Help!

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:02 am**

Brianna can't cry any longer. Her eyes have turned to red puffy slits and her whimpers have turned to hiccups from crying so much. She puts her head in her hands.

I don't want to be here! I wish mum were here with me at least. Brianna thinks hard back to when she was really little and she was scared after a nightmare. She watches Edgar hop about in his cage, and pokes her finger through the slats, then whispers, "Looks like it's just you and me Edgar. Are you scared? I hope not. Cuz you shouldn't be. I'm big and I'll protect you." Edgar cocks his head to the side and looks at her, and she smiles, finally able to forget the awful hospital for a minute.

"My mum used to sing me a song when I got scared Edgar. It was a good one. Wanna hear it? I'll sing it to you if you want...."
She sits in silence for a moment, watching Edgar, then begins to sing very softly, and slowly, barely audible,

"Hush little baby, dont say a word
Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird

And if that mocking bird won't sing
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond.....

Brianna's song is interrupted by Ronald shouting at her.

DSIGFUSS wrote: Brianna! Help!

Brianna pulls the chair out of the way of the desk and pokes her head out to see Ronald, Louie slung over his shoulder, emerge from the staircase. "Is he alright? Ronald?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:08 am**

Ronald drops Louie to the floor and rips off his shirt sleeve to get a better look at the wound. He winces and shakes his head, his eyes bulging with shot nerves.

Hold his hand kiddo. Don't let him fall asleep.

Ronald runs to the dispensary and grabs anything he could possible use to stop the bleeding.

[O.C. - Rubber tubing, bandages, anything. He also looks for morphine or some kind of adult pain killers]

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:07 am**

Brianna grabs Louie's hand and squeezes. She tries hard to fight the tears at the sight of Louie, mangled mess and skin hanging off his shoulder. The blood pours from his wounds, and pools underneath him, seeping out in striking contrast to the black and white squares. Brianna chokes back a sob and looks away for a minute. Oh this is so gross....poor Louie! Is he gonna die?

"Louie! Stay awake ok, Louie?" Brianna paid attention in Girl Scouts and knows a few things about cuts and scrapes, but only don't touch the white part of the bandaid, and always wash your hands first. When hard pressed, she could remember how to sling a shoulder and tie a square knot. What good will that do me now?

"Hurry Ronald!" Brianna slaps Louie's cheeks when he begins to black out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Louie sucks his breath in when she does, but it makes a raspy sound. Eeewwww! Brianna balls a bit of her oversize sweatshirt up and leans a bit where the blood has started gushing. "Louie, you're not gonna die ok, it was just a light saber that got you!" In Brianna's little fantasy world, Louie was fighting Darth Vader and got struck while trying to rescue her from her awful fate. She squeezes her eyes shut and continues to lean on his gushing blood. Please let this help!

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:32 am**

The Dispencry contains only medicines necessary for the patients. There is no gauze, nor vials of morphine, just rows and rows of pills. There are some heavy duty painkillers that Ronald recognises.

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:44 pm**

Louie is sitting on the ground. His breath is laboured. He looks up to see Brianna's face and smiles.

"See Kiddo I told you I'd be back. Hey nice bird. Where did you get it? Hey it talks. That's not a very nice thing to say Mr. birdie. There is a little girl present."

Louie's eyes roll back in his head for a moment, and then look back at Briana again.

"See Kiddo I told you I'd be back. Hey nice bird. Where did you get it?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:08 pm**

Jill continues her slow walk to the door, trying to move quietly and keep the child pressed close to her chest. Her eyes are very wide; it's more difficult to ignore the nightmarish wires now that she isn't just trying to dash by them.

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 6:59 pm**

"Louie, you're gonna be ok. I just know it, don't fall asleep ok?" Brianna is terrified inside, but doesn't want to show him so. She's never seen so much blood and gaping wounds before, and it's really freaking her out. She tries not to look at them, and just looks at his face. Oh this is so gross.....my knee has blood on it now too.....I hope he's not going to die.....I don't want him to die!

"Hey Louie, remember when Anikan and Obi-Wan and Padme were fighting those big dragon things that kept cutting them with their nails? You were just like them, weren't you? 'Cause you got away, right?"

Brianna looks a little sick, now, from looking at Louie's stomach. It's so hard to ignore all that yucky blood. "Do you like Edgar?" She lifts up Edgar's cage so Louie can see. "He's Ronald's bird but he said I get to take care of him. Isn't he cute?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 7:37 pm**

Louie smiles up at Brianna while she cradles his head in her lap.

"Don't worry about me sweetie. I'll be just fine. Ronald will take care of me. I just need you to be here and keep talking to me. I know it doesn't look good, but it doesn't hurt."

Posted: **Fri Jul 27, 2007 11:25 pm**

"Um.....one time I broke my arm....and it was really gross looking too, not as gross as this......but like, there was a bone...um.....sticking out....kinda?" Brianna gestures with her hand to show a bone protruding from her little arm. "It was gross too, but......it really hurt. I screamed and everything! 'Cause my dog.....she was running at me......and I was holding a sandwich......and then, like, calling her to come and eat it 'cause it was yucky. So she jumped on me, and I kinda fell backwards......and I stuck my arm out when I fell, and then I felt it....um.....snap. It hurt so bad!" Brianna wrinkles up her nose at the memory, then reverts her attention back to Louie.

"Louie, wake up!" she slaps his cheeks gently again, as Louie's eyes have begun to roll back, and he's quickly losing consciousness. "You hafta stay awake, ok? Quick Louie, what's your favorite Star Wars guy? Like who's your hero?" Brianna knows full well who his favorite is, after all he'd only mentioned it to her dozens of times, but anything to keep Louie talking and alert would do.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:00 am**

As Brianna slaps Ronald his eyes flitter open. He looks at her face, but only vaguely recognizes her.

"See Kiddo I told you I'd be back. Hey nice bird. Where did you get it?"

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:07 am**

"Ronald? Ronald are you there? Louie's acting funny...." Brianna doesn't want to yell, so she whispers, hoping Ronald is still somewhere close enough to hear.

"It's Ronald's bird, Louie. Remember?"

Brianna is getting more and more freaked out by Louie's forgetfulness. Plus there is a large pool of blood seeping around Louie, and she thinks her worst fears might be coming true.

She starts to cry, then, not wanting to, but this is too much for her to take. I'm only nine! And he's like.....dying....here! What can I do? I don't know what to do!!!

"Louie, (sob) who's your h..hero? From (sniff) Star Wars? Who....who is it?" She's just about given up trying to keep Louie talking by now. But at least it's keeping her mind off this horrific, awful situation.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:22 am**

Brianna's sobbing sparks something in the back of Louie's mind. He opens his eyes and looks at Brianna seeing her face clearly.

"Silly girl, you know that I always like Luke Skywalker the best. Here's what I need you to do. Take those strips of fabric that Roland tore off of my sleeves and tie it as tight as you can around my arm above the wound. That should help stop the bleeding until Ronald gets back. I'm so proud of you, you're doing great. Come on padawan your doing great."

He let's out a sigh. Come on Ronald hurry up.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:37 am**

Ronald fumbles through pain medication, knocking bottles of pills all over the place. he settles on one he knows to be particularly potent and then dashes off back to Louie and Brianna. He drops the pills into Brianna's lap and B-lines it for the emergency room, hoping to find something that might do the trick.

Give him 2 of those right away. Stay awake you son of a monkey!

If nothing impedes him and he finds what he's looking for, Ronald collects as much gauze, bandages, tubing and sheets as he can carry. He also looks for disinfectant and morphine.

The others might be needing some of that!

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:41 am**

Ronald throws open the double doors and scrambles about looking for the goods in the gloom. It is only as he drops a spool of stitches onto the metal tray that he realises he isn't alone.

OOC: Do you have a torch, Ronald? Or are you relying on light from the Dispencry (well-lit) and the open toilets further down the hall?

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:53 am**

[O.C. yeah I got that pen light.]

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 1:33 am**

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A paramedic crouches by one of the cupboards, fiddling with the door. To her left sits a small series of tools. Behind her is a series of blood spatters. It doesn't appear to be serious, judging by the blood she has left behind. Perhaps a blood nose? As the penlight flickers across her body, she stiffens and turns her head ever so slightly up and to the right, pausing whatever she was doing.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 3:00 am**

Ronald keeps the penlight trained on the paramedic's face. He wonders what she was doing in here by herself while hell is breaking loose all around her.

Oh man....

Umm excuse me Miss. We could use some help over here. Somebody shot the Janitor.

Can't exactly say the Janitor was attacked by a multiarmed razor sharp hose beast.

Ronald prepares himself to flee but hopes for the best.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 3:03 am**

"Yes, well, I'm busy," she says gruffly, her voice wet and thick with phlegm. He still hasn't seen her face, merely the edge of it. "You will have to go sort it out yourself."

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 3:30 am**

Ronald keeps an eye on the paramedic but starts gathering supplies to help Louie.

Do you know what's going on? People are dying all over the place. Have you seen the toilets?

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:19 am**

The paramedic sighs and removes the cupboard door. "I don't know why they're all gone but you'd better leave this room at once. I like my privacy."

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:25 am**

Piano man wrote: "Silly girl, you know that I always like Luke Skywalker the best. Here's what I need you to do. Take those strips of fabric that Roland tore off of my sleeves and tie it as tight as you can around my arm above the wound.

"Oh good, you at least remember it's Luke!" Brianna rejoices inwardly that Louie is at least alert enough to remember Star Wars, his favorite obsession. "Louie, STAY AWAKE, ok???" Brianna half speaks, half shouts. She's tired of talking to an eye rolling half wit. "Ok, I'll try..."

Brianna pulls away from Louie, far enough to reach the ripped shirt. She pulls the shirt out and begins to rip a strip off, trying hard to coordinate her fingers with the fibers of the cloth. She furrows her brow. Mum would be able to do it. She was good at sewing. She always sewed my Hallowe'en costume too.....she could show me right away!

Finally the cloth gives way and tears, and Brianna pulls the strip around Louie's unresponsive arm, tying it tight around his bicep. "Ok, Louie! I did it! Are you ok? So Luke was an only child right?" Brianna is asking stupid questions now, ones she knows the answer to, but it's all she can do to keep Louie from drifting off. Maybe if I massacre his Star Wars, he'll stay awake long enough to correct me....

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 10:44 am**

Jill tried to move quietly but in her nervousness, she just couldn't keep her feet quiet against the floor. She managed to pull asidefrom a flick of a wire, bending over nearly backwards to avoid it. She had made it half way. The adrenaline shot from the near-miss nearly made her rush but she managed to settle her breathing and slowly slip forward, near silent for the next ten feet and the ten feet after that.

Only a bare eight feet from the double doors, her shoe made a squeak that drew three wires after her. This time she twisted sideways, leaping overthe bottom wire like it was like a skipping rope and ducking her head beneath the lazy swing of another. The third one swung toward her torso so she dropped to the floor, the child clutched beneath her.

The noise of her knees clacking against the floor, her back arching up to keep from crashing the child, attracted another wire...

OOC: Jason has one turn to act to help her out. Otherwise, it's a halved dodge roll.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 12:05 pm**

Jason recognises that unless he acts, she'll likely get chopped to bits.

He takes a little head start and slides the empty cup over the floor towards the back of the room at full force, as if bowling, in the hope that the scraping noise and hit against the wall would bring the wires straight back without hitting Jill and hopefully the children. Not waiting for the cup to hit the wall, he runs on to the male ward and throws full force the cup full of pencils at the back wall from the door opening.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 3:50 pm**

Louie is starting to feel a little better, and come on is that a real question you know Luke had a sister. The shock is wearing off and he is a little more alert. He'll be thanful when the pain killers kick in.

"Ok, Louie! I did it! Are you ok? So Luke was an only child right?"

Louie looks at Brianna as she askes her question and answers her sounding more like his old self.

"You did a great job kiddo I'm actually starting to feel a little better. I'll be doing even better when Ronald gets back with those bandages. I'm so proud of you. You really took care of me. I don't know what I would have done without you. And you know that Luke had a twin sister you silly girl."

He smiles a big genuine smile to Brianna hoping it put her mind at ease a little. What a great kid it's too bad about her.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:01 pm**

The wires whip past over Jill's head at the sound of the first cup. At the sound of the second, they disappear temporarily from the room, leaving many of the children behind and unmolested.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:07 pm**

Jill jumps up and runs from the room. Once in the relative safety of the hallway she sets down the child and turns to Jason. "That was great! Find more things to throw, we can get more kids out!"

Her veins are overwhelmed with adrenaline and some part of her recognizes that she's not acting completely rationally, but ... she can't just leave those children to be ripped apart! If the wires are still distracted, she'll run in again to grab another child.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:52 pm**

"Duh..." Jason says rolling his eyes once he rejoins Jill "I could've told you that the second time you ran in, but no, you had to ignore me."

"That was my, plan, but if we do this, we have to do it well organised... There is a chance that, whatever this is, it might learn." he speculates "I hope not, but it's a possibility."

"Either way, we should do this in a quick and orderly fashion. Empty bedpans make a lot of noise and should be easy to throw, so if we get a cart full, you and Ronald can probably steal away most kids before it notices as I keep it busy..." he tells Jill "I don't think Louie is in any state to help us right now. We should probably look after him first, but at the same time the kids would be at risk."

"And for fucks sake, why did you go for a kid so far back?" he asks dumbfounded "You could've just grabbed a kid nearby!"

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:59 pm**

Jill stops in her tracks as she's about to dart back into the room. She listens in silence and opens and closes her mouth once before responding. "They were awake and seemed in more danger." She glances frantically around the hallway. "Okay, let's find some stuff for you to throw, but we need to be quick! That thing'll start ripping kids apart again if we wait too long." She suppresses a shudder and tries to think only of the job at hand.

Some small part of her brain wonders, who's Louie?

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 6:37 pm**

Piano man wrote: "You did a great job kiddo I'm actually starting to feel a little better. I'll be doing even better when Ronald gets back with those bandages. I'm so proud of you. You really took care of me. I don't know what I would have done without you. And you know that Luke had a twin sister you silly girl."

"Oh good, you're feeling better!" Brianna grins widely. "Ok are you ready to take some pills then?" She scrambles over to pick up the bottle of pills Ronald had thrown at her earlier. "I just need to find you some water...."
She looks around the nurses station for a sink. As an afterthought, she asks, "Hey Louie, wouldn't it have been cool if you had a lightsaber in real life and you could've used it on that thing?" Brianna mockingly turns around, pretend lightsaber in hand, swooshing it through the air, "vvvvwwaaaaahhhh.....wwwaaaaahhh" She giggles and goes back to searching.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:14 pm**

Loiue stops Brianna before she can go to look for water.

"That's ok padawan I don't need water. I can swallow them the way they are. Help me up and let's go see what's keeping Ronald. Maybe I should go where the supplies are it might be easier."

Ronald reaches out for Brianna to help him and slowly makes his way to his feet.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:43 pm**

Ronald does not have to be asked twice, not in the hospital from hell. He grabs whatever he can get his hands on and races back to Louie. Before he leaves, Ronald politely says his goodbyes to the creepy, hermit paramedic chick.

Forget the morphine lady. I hope you find a way out of here. Good Luck.

Posted: **Sat Jul 28, 2007 11:19 pm**

Brianna spots an abandoned waterbottle on the nurses desk. "Don't be silly Louie, you can't get up. Your arm is still gushing blood. Just lay down. I think Ronald will be back soon anyways."

She moves back over to Louie and gives him two pills from the bottle, along with the water. She kind of likes taking care of him. Pleased that she can be of some help, she sits on her heels, kneeling on the floor, and watches him take the medication.

She can hear someone....or something....approaching, and ducks down. "Louie, stay down....something's coming...I sure hope that's Ronald!"

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:21 am**

Louie let's out a quiet chuckle and lies back down as directed.

"Ok nurse Brianna. You are in charge after all. I'm just a patient doing what he is told."

Louie's heart is warmed by the happyness that this is bringing to Brianna. I sure hope that is Ronald. I don't know what I would do if it wasnt I'm not exactly in fighting shape. If only I had a lightsabre.

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 3:17 am**

Ronald races back to Louie, holding whatever medical supplies he could grab in 6 seconds.

Brianna! How's Louie? I think I found something.

[O.C.- Assuming the paramedic just ignored me while I was quickly grabbing medical supplies within Ronald's reach and out of hers]

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 5:50 am**

The paramedic allowed him to leave, not deigning to turn around but she had parting words for him as he left: "Drink only bottled water."

Bed pans and other noisy things would be kept in one of the many store rooms. Wards probably don't contain much in the way of noisy, throwable items. Places like surgeries certainly would.

There is a map of the hospital marking out most areas mounted on the wall on the Ground Floor. If you are already on the Ground Floor, or are an employee with a good knowledge of the area, then you won't need to refer to it. For everyone else, please mention that you are referring to it before going to an obscure store room or kitchen.

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:14 am**

Brianna looks up at Ronald with relief. "Crazy crabcakes, Ronald! You were gone for like.....forever! Did you find some stuff for Louie's arm?" She looks briefly at Ronald's hand, clutching bandages and the like. "I'm so glad you're back. It was kinda scary but mostly 'cause Louie forgot who his favorite Star Wars guy was....." Brianna looks mystified that Louie could do such a thing, but mostly, she just looks scared. "He's never done that..."

She points to the knot tied above his largest wound in his arm. " I tied this around it to stop the bleeding....Louie told me to." As an afterthought, she adds, "And, Edgar's ok too! See?"

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:10 am**

"Do you know where they store the clean bedpans and stuff on this level, Jill?" Jason asks.

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:36 pm**

"Um, I think they keep the bedpans downstairs. But there's lots of stuff in the operating theater, I think." She glances at the child to see if they're going anywhere, and then walks around the corner towards the operating room. Her pace is brisk; she's in a hurry to get back into the ward.

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 8:54 pm**

Ronald dumps whatever supplies he found on the floor in front of Louie.

You OK Louie? This whole place is a mess. I think you're probably gonnna get canned.

Ronald tightens the shirt that Brianna tied around Louie's arm.

Nice work kiddo!

Ronald starts to wrap bandages around Louie's wounds as best he can.

Craper-jacks! Where the heck is Jill? I don't know what the heck I'm doing.

[O.C.- If he was able to grab disinfectant, he uses it]

This is going to sting!

Posted: **Sun Jul 29, 2007 11:26 pm**

Brianna wrinkles up her nose as Ronald pours the disinfectant on, and Louie groans a little at the bubbling mixture in his wound.

"It's ok Louie, you can hold my hand ok?" She slips her tiny hand into his and sits there, watching Ronald place the bandages over Louie's wounds. "Eeeewww" she says softly to herself, then hopes they haven't heard her.

Ronald is just about finished the bandages, when Brianna speaks next. "Ronald, where did you get the pills for Louie from?" she asks, then holds up the little bottle. "Do you think there's any kids stuff there for me?" Brianna hasn't wanted to say anything considering Louie was in much worse condition than her, but the pain is really catching up to her, and she's losing her usual bright, cheerful outlook. She puts a hand on her face gingerly. "My face still hurts really bad."

Posted: **Mon Jul 30, 2007 2:24 am**

Louie tries to put on a brave face for Brianna's sake. It almost worked until Ronald pulled out the iodine. All of a sudden all of the skinned knees and little cuts he had as a kid came rushing back to him. His mother used to like to lather on the iodine. You can never use too much iodine, she used to say. For the love of god he's not going to pour that on me. Is he?

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL. OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH."
Louie closes his eyes tight and tries to lose himself in thought. Ok it's over I did it. That wasn't so bad. Breath Louie.....breath. Ok calming exercise no. five. Find your.....he's not putting more on...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH no more please. In the name of all that is holy no more."

Oh man I think I'm going to puke if he does that again. Not even Luke Skywalker could stand up to iodine.

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Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie

Re: DSIGFUSS, Piano Man, Imme, SuAside, Trixie