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vivarium2015-04-13 07:03 pm
vivariummods) wrote in vivarium2015-04-13 07:03 pm
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CALHOUN HOUR - HUNTERS
| Yet another day, yet another Calhoun Hour where characters find themselves waking up in a new and unfamiliar area. The first thing characters will notice that it's dusty and dark. With almost no lighting whatsoever, characters will be unable to see anything in front of them. Are they with someone else or did they wake up alone? That's something they will have to figure out after Calhoun's announcement. "Ahem, ahem. Testing, one two three, testing. Well, gooooood evening, test subjects! Yes, you have really been knocked out for that long, but it only fits the mood of today's game." He snickers then continues. "How many of you like the horror genre? I bet half of you do, but I hate it! Cheap and cheesy effects with lame jump scares, and what is this, The Human Centipede? "100% medically accurate"? Just ugh, that's not even horror. That's just an insult to science and medicine." "Anyway, I thought I'd put my own twist to trying out this horror business, so welcome to my little haunted school! Now, all of you should find yourselves a nice little camera and pocket flashlight. I want you all to do me a little favour and take a nice photo of at least five different of my best friends down there. I'm not asking for breathtaking photos, but at least put some effort into it, test subjects. Do that and, you know what, I'm feeling generous, I'll give you whatever you want in the shop and I guess a memory or something, whatever, we'll talk later, test subjects!" And with that, it goes silent... |
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"Hey, any ghosts in here?" But if there were, none answered. There were, however, several closed stall doors.
"You don't think..."
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"I don't know..." He kneeled to check if there were any feet behind the closed doors - nope - before straightening. "I have a bad feeling about this, something's going to pop up." Baby.
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He rattled the door on the next stall, and surprisingly the decrepit lock simply gave up and pulled free. The door swung open and Heiji peeked inside, but it didn't look like there was anything --
A hand, gnarled and pale, thrust itself out of the toilet, grasping at the air with broken fingernails. "P-p-paper!" its owner somehow pleaded. But how. Was it even.
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That aside, Hershel absolutely jumped when a hand pops out of the toilet, because seriously of all the things he was expecting... still, after giving Heiji a completely bamboozled look he edged forward a bit. The hand didn't seem unfriendly, it'd be pretty rude not to hear it out. "You... want toilet paper?" Gross. "Um-" Didn't look like there was any in this stall, so he went to another to check, then another.
"I don't see any..." Now he just felt bad for the pitiful arm in a toiler. He actually looked kind of concerned about this as he looked to Heiji. "Maybe my tie would do? Or maybe there's something in one of the other classrooms."
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Heiji verrrry reluctantly turned out his pockets and discovered a shred of paper with a little Sudoku puzzle written on it. Honestly, he was going to give it to Hershel, but he held it out to the hand. Can't hold out on someone in need? At least it wasn't a contract.
The hand immediately made a vigorous thumb's up gesture. "YEAH!" it shouted, then grabbed the paper and sank back into the toilet bowl.
Heiji just stood there for a few moments like what had just happened.
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Seriously what did just happen. Hershel just kind of watched this series of events take place, wondering how exactly the hand was even speaking so clearly since it was stuffed down a toilet. He really didn't actually want to know, let's just pretend he never asked.
Still, mission accomplished. "Well... at least he seems happy?" He tried, jumping when something shot out of the toilet. It looked like part of the piece of paper Heiji gave, only folded into a lovely little heart.
Hershel said nothing, staring in heavy silence. What the hell.
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Maybe they could just forget this ever happened? Maybe they should go somewhere else that was not populated by hands asking for toilet paper, how about that. He turned around and headed instead in the direction of Class 1-C, clearly that had to be far enough away from the washroom and cafeteria.