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(Setting) The Apartment
| >A tall, young man runs up to the apartment door and starts to hastily knock on it.
"Graham, open this door! Answer me!"
| >There is no reply... And the door is locked... Maybe he went out...?
| >CN clicks his tongue as he kneels down to the lock and starts picking it.
| >The door opens up to fine... Graham wearing some sort of rabbit mask, his arm is cut in different with blood pouring out onto the floor. His butterfly knife lays in a puddle of blood next to a circle of animal masks of all kinds... They all lat flat staring into the ceiling... A rooster, a horse, a owl, a pig, a cat, a locust or bug of some kind, a zebra and a panther...
| "Graham!"
>He runs over to him and takes off the mask from his face at he checks his vitals.
| >While he has a pulse his face is white as a ghost... His eyes slowly open and with a grunt gives him a middle finger before letting in back down as he sighs...
| "Yea fuck you too buddy but I'm not letting you die. I basically keep a small clinic in my medkit every since the summit."
>CN quickly takes out his medkit and starts getting out the supplies necessary for a transfusion. He sits Graham up before injecting him with some plasma. As he let's the transfusion run he takes out some sutures and disinfectants to start treating the cuts.
"I don't know whether I should be happy or sad that I've gotten used to doing this..."
| "Sad..."
>He mutters rolling his head back gritting his teeth.
"Needed ten more fucking minutes..."
>He mutters to himself... As you look around you see the wall has a poster on in... A map of GC and multiple faces at certain places crossed out. Two other masks are on the bed along with an assortment of weapons... The two masks appear to be a lobster and a hamster mask but unlike the other mask where they are ripped and covred in blood these ones appear pretty much perfect.
| "Yea well sadly for you I've been told I have the devil's own luck when it comes to things like this."
>Once he finishes suturing the cuts he kicks the knife away as he stands up.
"You're going to need a proper blood transfusion so I'm going to call for an ambulance."
| "You f-fucking suck... you know that??"
>He says as he spits out a small amount of vomit...
| >a weird penguin like creature passing by the corridor sees the scene and lets out a scream:
DOOOD
| >>111322
>CN is too busy calling an ambulance over to the apartment to reply to Grahams complaints.
| >the penguin thing eventually calms down and goes back to the scene
What happened, dood? Can I help you somehow, dood?
| >Graham defeated sits back and closes his eyes... He knew that He would have to go to the hospital and they will get him a therapist or something... He pondered the thought and groaned at it... knowing that won't help him.
| >>111355
"Uh... we're fine for now. I already stabilized him. We're just waiting for the ambulance now."
| Ok then, dood
>the penguin thing leaves the area
| "What the hell...Get me a cigarette please..."
>He puts his hand over his face.
"What has this city even come to?"
| >AM approaches the building.
"I think this is the place."
>AM goes through the entrance.
| >>111421
"Uh sorry. But suicidal people don't get cigs. Could try your luck with the hospital staff though."
>CN closes the apartment door when the other guest leaves to avoid more unneeded attention.
| "God damn 'Hotline' disorder."
| "Hotline disorder?"
| >AM finally gets to the floor, but has no idea as to which door.
"Ah fuck."
| "Ugh... When are they getting here? And shouldn't Wiess be here herself?"
>He looks down at his hands.
"I didn't cut it right... Should've gone through my neck or gut..."
| "CN? Eight-Eight?"
>AM shouts along the corridor.
| "For fucks sake man why are you like this?"
>Sirens can be heard faintly approaching
| "Huh, who was that?"
| "CN! It's AM!"
>AM keeps shouting along the corridor.
| "The hell..."
>CN peeks out to the hall
| "What the hell is he doing here,?"
>Graham says shakily.
| >AM spots CN peaking out.
"CN! I fucking knew you where going to be here. What is the situation?"
| "Its eighty eight by the way not eight eight or what ever you said..."
>He says faintly.
| "He's stabilized I already called an ambulance. What are you doing here?"
>The sirens increase in decibel as it nears the apartments
| "The words that he typed, It reminded me of an old story. Ever heard of the Miami hotline murders?"
>AM walks in to the apartment.
"Oh fuck..."
| "Hehe..."
>He grins.
"You like what I've done with the place?"
| "Miami murders?"
| "Some guy just started murdering people, He said it was the phone telling him to do it, but all they found was mundane shit."
>AM explains the legend, as he looks around the apartment.
"Where is his phone?"
| "I don't know...."
>He turns towards Graham
| >AM turns towards Graham
"Where is the answering machine?"
| *sigh* "over there..."
>he points to a conter top with a old answering machine.
"Not even mine and they still followed me..."
| "Ah shit."
>AM walks over to the answering machine, to study it closer.
| "yeah...I-I got the messages too..."
>He coughs as he picks up his mask
"they sent me this..."
| >AM digs in his duffle bag, and pulls out blue, latex gloves, and begins studying the masks.
"Who is they?"
| "Guys calling me of course... But do not touch the mask on the bed okay?"
>He coughs lightly.
| "Where you going to work?"
>AM makes note of the masks in the apartment, to be compared to the original collection of masks.
| "With them? Yeah already did... I think they targeted me since I had a hitman background..."
| >AM Finishes looking around, but keeps his gloves on.
"Where is your phone?"
| "Well either way we won't find anything out right now anyways, the ambulance just got here."
| "Good. It looks just like the old stories described. I guess my help is not needed here."
>AM removes his gloves, putting them away in to his duffel.
| "As much as you say that I think *you're* the one that needs help."
>Before you have a chance to answer the EMTs enter the room and begin to lift Graham up to take him away, after checking his vitals
| "For the record... Fuck that guy..."
>Graham whispers to one of the guys lifting him up.
| >AM snaps at CN
"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW! I got someone in my fucking head, doing shit that I can't control?!"
>AM takes a few breaths.
"... I'm sorry, a lot has happened."
| >An intercom near Graham's door turns on and a guard pings in.
"White Lightning Fiber will be paying for Graham's hospital bill. Madam Weiss also extends her apology for being unavailable at this time. Seems she's not doing so well herself."
| >AM takes a sideways glance at the weapons laid out on the bed in interest.
| >CN blocks the path to the weapons
"No no. No more guns, no more bullets. We are both going to leave here calmly and we're going to get you professional help."
| "Fine, We leave calmly."
>AM begins to leave the apartment. He's going to see the full picture, one way or another.
| >AM's hand twitches as if he is typing something.
| >He follows closely behind him, making sure he doesn't try anything
"Perfect, I know just the guy to go to as well."
| >AM BREAKS FOR IT! He goes in to full sprint, dodging all the people now gathered around the ambulance. He mutters under his breath.
"God damn it CN."
| >As soon as he starts booking it CN shocks him with his stungun
"Did you *seriously* think I didn't expect this from you."
| >AM drops to the ground, twitching.
| "Fenrir..."
| "I don't know what the hell you're talking about but you're not talking your way out of this."
>He walks over to him and ties AMs hands behind his back and lifts him up
"Now you're going to a therapist and you're going to like it."
| "Fine."
>AM submits.
| >AM begins singing Blue Monday
"How does it feel~
To treat me like you do?~
When you've laid your hands on me~
And told me who you are~"
| >CN holds on to his arm from behind him as they leave the area.
| (where did they go? owo)
| (Trying to set up a meeting with the therapist in their thread and maybe go there. -CN)
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| The Weiss restidental area was looking rather gloomy due do the dark clouds and sleet. Based on the IP he seemed to be in this room number... Nothing can really be heard coming from thenother side...