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[[Accidental Voice Post]]
*A loud blood-curdling pained scream could be heard from the direction of Paul's room.*
"What the FUCK?!"
[[Accidental Voice Post]]
Paul jerked awake, mostly unaware he'd made a sound, he shivers as he scans the room, getting all the more confused when he notices a few things he knows are his, He slowly and unsteadily climbs out of bed, quickly finding his clothes and dressing as he steps over, lightly running his fingertips across a stack of Tapes before pausing and looking at his hands in shock, he leans unsteadily against the desk and just stares at them for a long while.
"... But I... Should be dead!" He closes his eyes and shudders at the memory, his hands curling into fists, nails biting deeply into his palms, drawing blood. He hisses in pain and uncurls his hands, looking at the small splashes of blood, for a long moment he just stands there, frozen in place and then he starts frantically wiping the blood off his hands onto his pants.
"... Where the fuck am I?! Where the hell are the others?!?" He can't seem to stop shaking slightly, he curses and growls at the fact as he stalks toward the door, What the hell happened?! Did those fucking brats kill them, too?! ... No... That wouldn't explain... He cursed again, louder this time as he eased open the door and glanced out it.
He blinked. "What the hell?! ... I'm in a fucking CASTLE?!" He shook his head in confusion, pausing before starting to laugh loudly, a desperate slightly crazed sound. I wonder if anyone else is around? ... Maybe David or Marko maybe..? He grit his teeth and shivered again at the mental pain of thinking of his friends, ... Probably not... Marko I know is d-... No, can't think of that... He bit his lip and growled as thinking of his friend brought back more memories. I swear, if I find those brat kids or Star or Michael, I'm going to kill them for sure... And fuck anyone who gets in my way...
Ever so slowly an evil grin made it's way across his face, followed by a quiet snicker, he absently patted down his pockets, not expecting it when he found a handful of hand rolled cigarettes and matches, after a curious sniff he verified that they were in fact his normal 'tobacco substitute', he put all but one back, still smirking slightly, clasping it between his lips and lighting it, dropping the match to the stone floor before starting to walk off toward whatever sounds he could hear.
... Though he paused in the doorway, looking back over the strange room in mild confusion... The room smelled oddly like... Family... Like perhaps David or one of the other was here? ... No, that couldn't be... This smell was different... It reminded him of Star, only better and more comforting...
He quickly shrugged it off and stepped out of the room, once again intent on his earlier thoughts.
[[OOC: Strikes-Thoughts]]
*A loud blood-curdling pained scream could be heard from the direction of Paul's room.*
"What the FUCK?!"
[[Accidental Voice Post]]
Paul jerked awake, mostly unaware he'd made a sound, he shivers as he scans the room, getting all the more confused when he notices a few things he knows are his, He slowly and unsteadily climbs out of bed, quickly finding his clothes and dressing as he steps over, lightly running his fingertips across a stack of Tapes before pausing and looking at his hands in shock, he leans unsteadily against the desk and just stares at them for a long while.
"... But I... Should be dead!" He closes his eyes and shudders at the memory, his hands curling into fists, nails biting deeply into his palms, drawing blood. He hisses in pain and uncurls his hands, looking at the small splashes of blood, for a long moment he just stands there, frozen in place and then he starts frantically wiping the blood off his hands onto his pants.
"... Where the fuck am I?! Where the hell are the others?!?" He can't seem to stop shaking slightly, he curses and growls at the fact as he stalks toward the door, What the hell happened?! Did those fucking brats kill them, too?! ... No... That wouldn't explain... He cursed again, louder this time as he eased open the door and glanced out it.
He blinked. "What the hell?! ... I'm in a fucking CASTLE?!" He shook his head in confusion, pausing before starting to laugh loudly, a desperate slightly crazed sound. I wonder if anyone else is around? ... Maybe David or Marko maybe..? He grit his teeth and shivered again at the mental pain of thinking of his friends, ... Probably not... Marko I know is d-... No, can't think of that... He bit his lip and growled as thinking of his friend brought back more memories. I swear, if I find those brat kids or Star or Michael, I'm going to kill them for sure... And fuck anyone who gets in my way...
Ever so slowly an evil grin made it's way across his face, followed by a quiet snicker, he absently patted down his pockets, not expecting it when he found a handful of hand rolled cigarettes and matches, after a curious sniff he verified that they were in fact his normal 'tobacco substitute', he put all but one back, still smirking slightly, clasping it between his lips and lighting it, dropping the match to the stone floor before starting to walk off toward whatever sounds he could hear.
... Though he paused in the doorway, looking back over the strange room in mild confusion... The room smelled oddly like... Family... Like perhaps David or one of the other was here? ... No, that couldn't be... This smell was different... It reminded him of Star, only better and more comforting...
He quickly shrugged it off and stepped out of the room, once again intent on his earlier thoughts.
[[OOC: Strikes-Thoughts]]