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Posted: **Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:56 am**

Louie watches the others leave into the Accident & Emergency section. Behind him is the rest of the hospital. Dr. Sutcliffe must be somewhere in there. He remembers, vaguely, that the linoleum had a long bloodstain beneath where his feet now stood. He could almost see it there and yet ... it wasn't really there, was it?

Posted: **Sat Nov 03, 2007 6:01 am**

Man I need to get off my feet. I guess the best place to find her would be her office. I don't know if I'll make it that far though. Louie flags down the first nurse, doctor, or orderly that he sees.

Posted: **Wed Nov 07, 2007 6:15 am**

The staff largely ignore him. Typical public hospital... They were all so busy they brushed him off and continued on their way before he could get his first few words out. After all, dressed as he was in a janitorial uniform, they could hardly think much more of him. Apparently, word of his revival hadn't gotten around ... or perhaps it was simply that no one cared.

Posted: **Wed Nov 07, 2007 2:06 pm**

Louie decides subtlety is getting him no where. He crumples down to the floor and lies there waiting for someone to help. It's not that hard to do considering he's so weak. He just gives over to the exhaustion.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 2:54 am**

People begin stepping over him.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:04 am**

Louie berates a passing nurse as she steps over him. Seeing that he is getting no where he starts to get frustrated. Then it comes to him. It's so simple. Just like the comercial he saw on american t.v. he yells.

Help. I've fallen and I can't get up.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:18 am**

There's a moments silence as a few people look around themselves, frowning, but then they go back to their tasks.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:33 am**

Louie slowly makes his way back to his feet and start making his way to Dr. Sutcliffes office.

What kind of hospital is this. I just woke up from a three year coma and no one will help me. I can barely stand up.

occ what are you mad at me. all Louie wants is a little attention.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:37 am**

Louie feels progressively weaker as he makes his way down the corridor. The odds of blacking out increase substantially, or so it seems. If he continues on this path, he might wind up unconscious on the floor. Is he willing to risk it?

OOC:

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:08 am**

You may add 1% to any skill of your choice as a roleplaying bonus.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:17 am**

Louie decides to give up. He looks for something soft and rolls it up into a pillow. He then lies down in the middle of the hallway and let's himself drift off to sleep. Stupid people will have to step over me.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:27 am**

Louie finds sleep elusive. The floor is hard and the air chills his skin, sucking the warmth from the flesh. Then his nose is hit by a harsh iron tang and something else, something old and heavy, that lies on the air. There is a damp scent, too, that of mould, not of the normal sterile scents of the hospital. His eyes flicker but they don't open - or at least, they couldn't have opened. The world is still black.

Posted: **Thu Nov 08, 2007 2:12 pm**

Louie makes his way back to his feet and tries to look around. Great now I'm blind. This is just freaking wonderful. Feeling scared, and frustrated Louie sits back down with his legs crossed, and starts calling out. Hello anyone. I can't see anything. Can you help me. I'm probably in a different reality now....just when I was starting to like the last one.

Posted: **Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:09 am**

His voice is distorted with a slight echo. The floor is ... damp with something. Something familiar settles in his mouth when he speaks and enters his nose when he breathes, burning his lungs ... ash?

Posted: **Fri Nov 09, 2007 6:43 am**

occ. Gee locked in a dark room. You've been taking requests from trixie.

Louie tries to feel for the wall and follows it looking for a door.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:38 am**

He follows the wall down and feels it turn around a corner. He goes to follow it and bangs his knee against wood. Reaching down, he feels some sort of smooth counter, topped with pens, a cold mug of some sickly smelling liquid, and a computer. Moving his hands across it, he finds another corner shortly away... A doorway? With a desk in front of it?

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:41 am**

Louie feels his clothing trying to determine whether he has on his janitors uniform or if he's back in the wool cloak from before.

Occ do I have any of my things I said I have on my character sheet.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:42 am**

His clothing has returned to the ash-stained cloak and the various assortment of items he had held before. His right foot clacks on something, knocking it aside. Feeling down he finds ... a shotgun?

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:45 am**

Louie is relieved to be back in his cloak. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lighter. Lighting it he looks for something he can make a torch out of.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:52 am**

There is a mop nearby, laying on the floor by the wall of the corridor. It appears he is in the same position he was when he had lain down.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:01 am**

Louie reaches to the end of the shotgun and turns on the flashlight he had taped to the end of his barrel. He heads for the 2nd floor looking for signs of the other people.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:05 am**

The hospital sounds conspicuously empty. He can hear the dripping of water from a faucet as he passes the nurse's station nearest the stairs. He knows well enough of the amenities behind the closed door of the nurse's station.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:08 am**

Louie leads with the shotgun and slowly makes his way to the amenities behind the nurses station.

Hello....is anyone out there. I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you attack me. Then I'm going to kill you.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:12 am**

His voice comes back to him as an echo as he climbs the steps, his feet making sharp raps on the linoleum floor.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:22 am**

Louie continues on looking for some sign of another person. He thinks he knows what is going on now. It's just like the matrix. They want you to be comfortable in that other reality so you don't come back here and stop them. He is very likely wrong, but he takes comfort in the thought that he somehow bettered the spirits in this place.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:24 am**

The second floor corridor appears empty to the sweep of his flashlight though he gets the feeling that the shadows themselves are retreating from the light - and not in the usual manner.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:30 am**

Come on spirits. I'm ready for you. You haven't taken me down yet. You've taken everything I've ever cared about. Now it's my turn. I'll go down to the lake and stop you there if I have to. Louie continues to search. If he finds nothing on the second floor then he'll make his way to the third. There were so many people still asleep. There has to be someone here.

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 6:35 am**

There's a letter stuck to a blood smear on the floor. Written on the soggy pages are the words: "I came here looking for respite. The doctors said I'd be safe. But where did everybody go? I can't keep searching like this. I'm getting tired. The phones don't work, either. I keep going around and around and I keep thinking that I've seen this place before, in my dreams, of a place long ago. It doesn't make any sense yet still I'll look. At least, while I remain in here, the infection can't spread."

Posted: **Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:15 am**

Louie stuffs the piece of paper in his pocket and continues to search for other signs of life.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:40 am**

Louie notices that there is a severe lack of anything but him. So he takes this chance to pull out one of his joints and lights up. Hey at least I might think that the ghosts are cooler this way.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:44 am**

The weed is good, very good, giving him a slight head spin. He starts to feel a little paranoid, however, by the end of it. He also feels very hungry ... a feeling made better by the sight of the copious amounts of candy that have come from the broken vending machine. A veritable carpet of it... The snacks don't even look tarnished, their wrappers clean - possibly because they had been safe behind the glass in a reasonably sealed compartment when the ash came.

The shadows seem to flutter about, moving just out of view. He hears something clatter to the floor by the nurse's station. Something behind the counter.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:49 am**

Louie makes his way over the to the snack machine and indulges his cravings a little with a bag of chips. He then grabs his shotgun and makes his way slowly over to the nurse's counter trying to see what is making the noise.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:52 am**

As he fetches the chips, he hears a swish, swish, swish of something being dragged against the floor. Something small. Reaching the counter, he sees the telephone receiver brushing against the floor, dangling from its cord.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:54 am**

Louie knows that something had to have moved the receiver or it would probably not be moving. He shines his light all around the area trying to see what it might have been.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:57 am**

He hears a short giggle as something darts passed behind him, feet slapping across linoleum. He catches a glimpse of something moving up the stairs.

Posted: **Mon Nov 12, 2007 9:02 am**

Louie is freaked by the sound of giggling. If there is one thing that is out of place in this situation it's laughing. Still if there is someone alive out there he has to know. He makes his way up the stairs slowly leading with his gun.

Posted: **Tue Nov 13, 2007 5:02 am**

Louie's foot hits a can of soda, sending it careening across the room. It explodes with a whoosh as it hits the wall. Someone must have been shaking that one up earlier...

Posted: **Tue Nov 13, 2007 5:25 am**

Louie sees the soda go flying across the room. Dam I was thirsty too. Stupid pasties. He continues on looking for signs of life.

Posted: **Sat Nov 17, 2007 3:50 am**

There are fresh, bloody footprints leading up the stairs. Small footprints, like those of a child. A woman stands at the top of the stairs, her violet-and-black veil hanging low across her back, her white dress stained at the hems with blood, rusty water and unrecognisable stains. The uniform of a High Priestess of the Sanctified Protectorate - the cult Louie has called his own. She faces away from Louie.

Posted: **Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:34 am**

Louie cocks the shot gun before calling out. Hey High Priestest, are you alive? Cause if your not you're about to have a little date with Mr. Shotgun.

Posted: **Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:40 am**

"Don't be a damn fool, Louie Armstrong, you know full well who I am," she says with a sneer, turning around. The bloodied footsteps have passed her by - it certainly isn't her feet that made them. "If you should so much as threaten me once more, I will see to it that you return to the place you came from."

Something about the threat causes Louie to shiver as adrenaline surged through his veins. He knows, deep down, she isn't talking about the normal world.

"What are you doing back here? You should be fulfilling your mission. They need to know what happened in this place."

Posted: **Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:51 am**

Louie's tone is a little more respectful. Sorry for the outburst, but there are things happening here that I didn't expect. What are you talking about by the way. Who needs to know and what am I supposed to do. I thought I knew, but I guess I don't. All I know is that there aren't even any children left to carry out the sacrifice with. Plus I don't want to do it. I can't hurt a kid, and no one can make me. I'd rather die.

Posted: **Sat Nov 17, 2007 5:55 am**

"What are you talking about? No one's expecting you to commit any sacrifices," she snaps, then her face softens. "Oh, I suppose one can only expect the memory to trickle back. How unfortunate. It will make things harder to you. You must regain your comrades, the ones of the other side of the wall, for once you are in their proximity, you shall be pulled outside as well. Lead them to an understanding of what came about here long ago and how that unfortunate mess triggered something much worse. Look to the Tome of Ibn'Kha, hidden within Benford's Private Library, and you should, perhaps, be able to steer them in the right direction somewhat. Remember, without a relevant understanding of the past, no realisation of the future can be had. You are merely an element of the past. I am but that of the present. Find them now. Return and guide them and lead the cult from the ashes of blasphemy into the light of redemption."

Posted: **Sat Nov 17, 2007 4:28 pm**

Louie looks puzzled, but he's inclined to believe her. What wall are you talking about, and can you give me a little more information about what it is I'm supposed to do. I will go to the library as you have instructed. I just want to help end this. I used to be so scared all the time. Now I'm just angry. I'll kill anything that gets in my way so tell me what is good and what is bad so that I can continue my mission.

Posted: **Sun Nov 18, 2007 11:50 pm**

"What could you possibly fear?" she asked with a snort. "You've already had the worst happen to you. No matter. Fetch the book, either this side or the other. Find the others, if you can. You cannot reach the other side without them. This world is but a pale imitation of the other but soon it will be its mirror. Do remember that."

There is a mind-shattering howl from further beneath the hospital, sending Louie to his knees. His body trembles, his vision a smear of darkness and light.

"I must go. You may have one more question to have answered. Then I must leave."

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:40 am**

Louie only thinks for a second before asking. Where do I find the book exactly.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:41 am**

"Its in their rare books collection," she says, then turns and flees into the next floor while Louie is still recovering from the howl.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:46 am**

Louie stands up, and says to himself. Who's rare book collection. Well I think the best place to find out is down below. Maybe I'll find out what happened to Brianna. Louie leaves this floor and start making his way to the temple. If unobstructed he will continue all the way there.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:51 am**

His footsteps echo eerily as he walks down the flight of steps and cross the linoleum. Ash particles flicker through the torchlight, floating lazily across the corridor. The rust and smears of ashen water are given ripples by droplets that fall from the ceiling. The door to the basement stands open and he pauses there, stopped by the sheer feeling of loneliness and despair that emanates from beneath. Something calls to his heart and he can't be sure that entering the misbegotten place won't drag him back to a place he really doesn't want to go.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:59 am**

Louie doesn't want to go down there. He decides to go and find that book. He tries to think of how to get to Oxford.

occ. Not quite sure what to do. I did an idea roll. passed rolled 11.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:03 am**

A motorcycle and a street directory are probably the easiest ways of travelling through the congested London streets.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:27 am**

Louie heads for the parking lot. Maybe his scooter is still there. I sure am glad I know how to drive a hog.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:50 am**

The parking lot is an ocean of rusted carcasses and cracked windshields. The bodies within the only partially sealed containers are charred, sitting on seats that spill stuffing onto their shoulders. The sound of a horn perpetually sounding can be heard somewhere in the right of the parking lot. Several of the cars are piled up along the road that leads out to join the main asphalt road, bumper to bumper, as though caught in a mad dash to escape. One 4WD sits on the median strip, its headlights shining into the distance forlornly, its bonnet pressed lightly against a tree.

The scooter is stuck between a few cars. He'll need to carry it out.

Posted: **Mon Nov 19, 2007 4:10 am**

Louie drags his scooter from behind the cars and tries to start it. Once it's started he heads for the library.

Posted: **Wed Nov 21, 2007 3:05 am**

The roads are dark and deserted. Rusted out vehicles flank him on either side. Refuse or crashed cars often force him to take a slightly different direction. The only issue is that he doesn't have a map of London and he has no idea, particularly in the dark, how to get to Oxford from here, let alone where the university is. Perhaps a post office might have the relevant maps? Or a newsagent?

Posted: **Wed Nov 21, 2007 5:21 am**

Louie looks for a gas station. They are usually ever where, and they always have maps.

Posted: **Thu Nov 22, 2007 1:37 am**

As he hasn't left any of the main roads, yet, he soon comes across a Caltex. He sees for the first time ever, an empty petrol station in London which is pretty unusual for four p.m. if his watch is accurate. The doors to the petrol station have been left partially open. There's a red jerry can sitting by the doors and a large blood smear by a few of the petrol bowsers.

Posted: **Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:29 am**

Louie dismounts his hog, and grabs his shotgun from it's makeshift holster on his back. He makes his way into the gas station keeping a constant eye out for anything that moves. Once in the station he looks for maps of the area.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 4:26 am**

Louie strolls into the gas station, and walks over to the maps. He picks one up and slides it into his pocket for future reference. Maybe going to the Library right now isn't such a great idea. Louie flips up his hood hiding his face. People need me right now. His mind wanders to Jill, and his heart still races at the thought of her. I need to find someone else or I might just go crazy. He catches a reflection of himself in the window and starts to laugh out loud. No it's too late. I'm already crazy. Louie continues to laugh as he makes his way back to his hog and sets off back towards the hospital.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 7:46 am**

The ash seems to thicken across the road, becoming a wall that stings his exposed skin when he rides through it. It's harder to find his way now. He can barely make out the silhouettes of his hands on the handles, let alone the street signs ahead of him. It is as though the very world were making it more difficult for him to get back there.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 11:04 pm**

Louie curses his luck and turns the motorcycle around. Well I'm bound to find someone eventually. He consults his map and starts making his way to the Library to find that book.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 1:56 am**

The ash returns to its normal constant stream, dimming the lights of the stopped cars up ahead, though eased up enough to keep driving. He realizes that it's actually truly night now - though it's no darker or lighter than before. He hears nothing but the steady roar of his motorcycle as he moves down the streets and around the cluttered vehicles that choke these old London arteries.

OOC: Drive roll.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 2:44 am**

ooc Drive roll fail http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1609030/ Ha ha you called it a motorcycle. If you remember his hog is actually a scooter.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 3:08 am**

OOC: You called it such at first, too!

He realises his driving too fast for his skill when he hits an open car door (1 damage) and slams it shut with his own force. If he's going to get there in one peace, he'd either have to slow down to walking speed or risk a greater accident.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 4:11 am**

ooc Oops so I did.

Oh well we both know Louie isn't cool enough for a motorcycle.

Louie curses his carelessness and slows the scooter down. It occurs to him that he still has the card that Jill gave him so his first act will be to find a phone. Dammit is all Louie mutters to himself as he heads back to the gas station. Once there he tries to locate a phone to see if it works. I know I'm in another dimension, but you never know what is going to happen anymore. It's worth a try. Louie tries to convince himself that he's not crazy as his picks up to the phone to check for a dial tone.

Posted: **Sat Jul 19, 2008 5:28 am**

The phone hangs off the hook of the pay phone. Lifting it to his ear, he hears:

"Look, James, are you there? I can't wait any longer. I've got to..." Her voice is cut off with a sharp snap.

Then nothing but heavy breathing.

Posted: **Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:00 pm**

A puzzled look crosses Louie's face as he stares the receiver. Shrugging he hangs up the phone and picks it up again. Pulling the card from his pocket he dials in Jill's number. She's got to be there, this has got to work. Louie doesn't really believe it will work, but false hope is better than none at all.

Posted: **Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:14 pm**

The telephone rings...

Posted: **Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:16 pm**

Stunned he waits in silence.

Posted: **Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:22 am**

The telephone on the other end finally picks up after nine rings. "Hello?" Jill's voice, sounding tear-filled and nervous.

Posted: **Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:58 am**

Louie gasps audibly. Jill is that really you. It's me Louie I.....I.... This all Louie can get out before he starts sobbing.

Posted: **Mon Jul 21, 2008 12:14 pm**

"Louie? Yes, it's me, Jill. I'm home with my husband. Are you still at the hospital? Are you okay?"

He hears what sounds like shutters swinging open and shut in the wind from the ajar door to the office that's behind the counter.

Posted: **Mon Jul 21, 2008 2:47 pm**

Louie looks around while getting control of himself. Dammit you're supposed to be the hero get a hold of yourself. More timid than he wants he continues. No I don't know how to describe it. I was walking, and I got so tired that I had to lie down in the hall of the hospital. I fell asleep and when I woke up I was back in the ash. I left the hospital heading for the library to see if I could find books that would help. I remembered your card and called you. I'm the only one here.....I don't know what to do.

Posted: **Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:43 am**

"You're ... ?" Jill takes a deep breath. "You've got to be back in a coma, right? You're asleep again? Because that world's not real, right?" Jill sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

At odds with her previous stance, she adds, "Wait, you went to the library? Does that mean it's safe to go outside now?"

Posted: **Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:50 pm**

Louie spits the words out in disgust maybe a little more harshly then he meant. I told them that was the dream, that this was real, but no one would listen to me. Taking a breath he calms himself down again. There were just too many things wrong with that other world. His voice takes on a business like tone as he continues. I don't think it's completely safe outside, but I've found a motorbike that'll get me through the traffic. I couldn't stay at the hospital. Ask yourself this though. If I'm in a coma then how am I calling you from a gas station, and why did the call go through. I think these things are playing with our perceptions of reality.

Posted: **Wed Jul 23, 2008 9:50 am**

"Nothing makes sense!" Jill sounds frustrated; she's well beyond the end of her rope, but has to keep going anyway. "Strange things have been happening here, but I don't want your world to be real ... it's too horrible. And regardless of which of us is in reality, how are we even communicating? What's going on?" The question is as much to herself as to Louie.

"I think my husband might have some, uh, some contacts that maybe could help us figure this out. I think we're going to leave here soon. Could I give you his mobile number?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:11 pm**

Panic crosses Louie's voice as he thinks about hanging up. Uhm sure that would be good. He searches quickly for a pen and paper. His voice shakes as if he is on the verge of crying. Maybe give me the address where you are going to, and I'll go there in this reality. Who knows our paths may cross. We need to figure this out.

Posted: **Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:49 am**

There's a phone book but no pen. Perhaps on the desk near the office?

Posted: **Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:33 am**

Shit no pen. Please don't go anywhere I need to find a pen. Louie puts down the phone and searches the desk.

Posted: **Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:44 am**

The desk contains three pens. The first two don't work. The third works ... but lightly. He can see that the door behind the office is ajar.

Posted: **Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:11 pm**

Making a mental note to check out the door he rushes back to the phone. Ok I got one. What's that number and address.

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:24 am**

"Okay, here's Charlie's number," she begins reciting the digits. The door to the office starts squeaking on rusty hinges as it slowly opens a few inches, as though blown by a non-existent breeze. There's a thump against the glass near Louie's face, causing him to jump, but it's only a newspaper slamming against the thick, grimy glass, before being blown away outside. She's onto the sixth digit as the door to the office squeaks open a few more inches. Was there movement over there? Something crouched low enough to hide beneath the counter, barely captured in the light of his flashlight?

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:07 pm**

Louie keeps his flashlight trained on whatever is out there, since it's strapped to the barrel of his gun and finishes writing down the number quickly. Once the number is written down he speaks quickly. I'll get the address later, right now something is trying to sneak up on me. He drops the phone, not hanging it up and squares himself off with the shotgun. If you think you are hiding your wrong. Stand up or I'll blast you.

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:12 pm**

Something clatters onto the floor behind him. Whipping around, he sees a rusted can of spaghetti roll - almost leisurely - across the floor. His flashlight, quivering, trains on it in near fascination as it rolls to rest beside the wall. Then it rises up to quiver around the edges of the line of shelves, in search for whatever he believes disturbed it. The door to the office stops creaking - at least - but if anyone had crept out from behind it in order to get around to the shelving, he would have spotted them. He has a clear line of sight as the pay phone is on the wall only a half dozen feet away from it.

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:19 pm**

Louie takes this as his cue to leave. Keeping the gun up and trying to look everywhere at once he heads for the door.

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:35 pm**

The phone behind him swings upon its cord as he heads for the door. His fingers grasp it - so very cold. He feels a strange longing for the phone ... for Jill's voice ... out there, all is cold, out there, all is frighteningly lonesome. He can feel something beckoning him out there, reaching around for him. Yet it isn't out there exactly. It's in here with him. Surrounding him. All-encompassing. If he would only kneel... If he would only give himself to it... It calls for him to return ... but to what?

Now he is torn between three places. The phone ... with Jill ... a comforting human voice ... and with it his humanity. To run ... flee to his bike ... ride out and away from this twisted place ... try to find a place beyond its borders. The beacon ... strangely compelling ... both within him and somewhere else ... drawing his attention to a place ... not far.

Posted: **Tue Jul 29, 2008 2:41 am**

Louie feels for the flask around his neck. His get out of jail free card. He starts making his way towards the beacon. Gun pointing the way he yells. You won't take me alive, you sons of bitches. He lets out a warning shot more for his comfort than to scare anything away. Cocking the gun he smiles and continues on. Ok Louie it's time to use the force.

Posted: **Tue Jul 29, 2008 6:24 am**

The beacon directs him down the street. It sings to him, thrumming within his own head. He's not sure how far away it is ... but it's out there. Calling for him.

Posted: **Tue Jul 29, 2008 2:25 pm**

Louie shoulders the gun, not thinking it's going to do much good and looks for something to make ear plugs out of. If he finds something he'll stuff it into his ears trying to muffle the sound. Holding his vial around his neck he makes his way slowly on.

Posted: **Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:26 am**

At first he shoves his hands against his ears but realises that the sound seems to be originating between his ears. The song presses in on him from all angles with the same pressure found in a migraine. The song is a crazed and disjointed jumble of words and sounds. A terrible cacophany sung in thousands of indistinct voices. The words call to him, violating his very flesh, and he screams in agony as his nose bleeds.

SAN check: 1/1d6.

Posted: **Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:33 am**

Louie touches a hand to his nose and looks at the blood. He gasps in concern. I'm not going to faint, I'm not going to faint. Taking a couple of deep breaths Louie stabilizes himself. Turning towards his bike he tries to run to it. Got to get away.

ooc sanity passed http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1680652/

Posted: **Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:57 am**

As he reaches his bike, grasping it, seating himself on it, sliding sideways, gripping tighter, re-settling himself, fumbling with keys, oh shit oh shit, inserting the key, twisting, nothing, oh god oh shit, inserting, twisting, fear rising, though his mind containing itself, the voices break off their song and turn to a scream, long, strong, harrowing, rearing up in his mind.

SAN: 0/1d4+1.

Posted: **Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:34 am**

ooc sanity failed http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1680805/ lost 5 san total http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1680808/

Louie puts his hands over his ears and screams. Get out of my head.

Posted: **Sat Aug 02, 2008 1:33 am**

OOC: Physical hysteria sounds like a good one for now.

The voices fall back to babbling and their voices pull at the edges of his sanity as though calling him to rejoin the fabric ... what is the fabric ... the fabric of something stitched together ... all together ... where is it ... all around ... my voice, my feet, pulled from the fabric ... by what and when ... always.

SAN loss 0/1d3.

Posted: **Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:12 am**

ooc sanity failed http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1684734/ 2 sanity loss. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1684735/
What is physical hysteria. I need to know if I'm going to play it out properly.

Posted: **Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:59 pm**

Louie makes his way back to his bike laughing hysterically at the absurdity of the situation. His laughter quickly turn to tears, and then back to laughter again just as quickly. Come on Louie get a grip on yourself.

Posted: **Mon Aug 04, 2008 1:08 am**

The burble of voices begins to die away. It seems to have emanated from somewhere south east.

Posted: **Mon Aug 04, 2008 4:43 am**

Louie gets on his bike and starts heading towards the Library. I'll call Jill as soon as I find another phone.

Posted: **Wed Aug 06, 2008 3:42 am**

The journey is almost uneventful, though slowed by Louie's incessant giggling as thoughts and feelings whirl through his mind. It seems almost jaunty, riding down the silent roads, and thoughts of himself doing so naked flood his mind, distracting him from the task at hand. He finds he has gone around in circles and must try to re-orient himself.

Posted: **Wed Aug 06, 2008 2:36 pm**

Louie straightens himself getting his bearings, and once he's on his way again he starts to giggle. Dam I'm as bad as the bloody joker. Of course this triggers the batman theme song in his head. Na na na na na na na na na na na na Batman.

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