Landsman Slender Man Hospital RP

Ariel Smith looks around the room. Instantly panic sets in. She hates hospitals. She always has. There was never a tragedy to spur on the fear but it was there just the same. She begins to curl up against the headboard, pressing herself closer and closer to the wall until the IV in her right hand snags. The sharp pain travels up her entire arm. A small "Ow" escapes her lips, echoing through the room, bouncing off the walls. Everything is so still. Panic fuels her to leave quickly.

She leans over the side of the bed, flinging the drawer in the nightstand open. Within it, is her lucky keychain and her multitool. Shocked that the hospital staff didn't remove her of the weapon she pulls it out of the drawer, opens to expose the small blade of the knife and cuts the IV tubing, knowing better than to rip the needle directly from the delicate vein in her arm. The clear liquid spurs out as her dominate left hand makes quick the work of severing the tubing. Using some of the tape that held the old tubing to her arm, she fastens the amputated end of tubing and needle to the back of her hand.

She looks around the empty room, wondering what to do next.

Leon Schwarz was...cold, very cold. The first concious thing he became aware of, was that it was cold. Sitting up out of the white bed, he opened his eyes slowly...Or at least one eye. Moving his gloved hand up to his face, he felt around and found that he had a large bandage wrapped around his forehead, around to the back of the head, and his left eye covered by a seperate bandage entirely. The first bandage covered by his hair, so it wouldn't mess up any image he may have given to people.

Taking in his surroundings, he was surprised to find himself in a hospital room. He listened intently, hearing only his own breathing, and a strange beeping noise. "Strange" He spoke, his voice hoarse and deep. 'You'd think a hospital would be buzzing with energy...Why am I here anyway? What could have happened to make-' He felt a sting on his arm as he tried rise out of bed, and found an IV pumping a liquid of some kind into his arm. Well...at least he knew where the beeping was coming from. He gaped openly at the needle going into his arm, and practically ripped it out of his skin when he regained his senses. With a loud groan of pain, he pulled it out as calmly as one could when one was frightened. It was bleeding slightly now, but not enough to cause any real harm...of course this was a hospital...Deciding not to think about his sudden action that just showed how much he hated needles, he noticed a mirror in the corner. Taking a look over himself, he took note over his appearance. His hair was slightly longer than he remembered, and his blue eye was the same...though he wasn't sure if he still had the other one Same stern face that ran in the family. And he was still as skinny as ever. He could see a locker behind him in the mirror, with D8 on the front.

Another thing he noticed was that he was wearing clothes he had never even seen before. It was a blue button up jacket with a black shirt underneath. Gray sweat pants, black shoes, and brown gloves...Staring intently at the image before him, he wondered why he felt that something was...missing. That was when he heard it. A tick tick tick behind the long beep of the machine he wasn't connected to anymore. Looking up, he saw a clock. "Four after fifteen...so it's about three o'clock in the afternoon." His voice coming out hoarse from days without use.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a piece of paper, picking it up, he found it was a map. Glancing over it quickly, he started folding it and stuffed it into his pocket. As he did so, he caught sight of something on his right wrist. A red wrist band, with the name 'Leon Schwarz' printed on it. Under that was the number 07. Twisting his wrist, he also found that the wristband had a barcode printed on it...

Leslie Villamizar blinked groggily for a moment before sitting up and recognizing the all-too-familiar scenery despite the peculiar lighting. "They must have gotten new nightlights for this ward," he mumbled. Immediately and mindlessly, he hit the "Call Nurse" button on the wall that was generally customary in hospital rooms. Leslie knew full well that the staff has plenty of patients to attend to, and would take their time in sending somebody over to answer his admittedly inane queries.

After taking a moment to examine the unlabeled IV drip, ("Must just be electrolytes, dextrose... typical stuff.") Leslie came to the reasonable conclusion that he must have forgotten to eat enough to keep his blood sugar stable, probably passing out. Once again.
As he was inside the hospital. How fortunate.
While he had a pocketful of stolen Percocett. Fucking brilliant.
He took a moment to pray that they didn't go through his belongings and that there wouldn't be a police officer waiting outside his room.

Taking his IV stand in hand, Leslie rose to his feet and stretched as he shambled across the room. "If they're not already onto me, then my clothes and picks must be in that locker," He said to himself. "Hopefully when the nurse can tell me where the combination is." Leslie turned to the door abruptly and began to try the handle. "Where IS the nurse?"

Demi Alexander wakes with a jolt. Falling nightmares are the worst. She runs a hand through her hair until something yanks at her elbow. She yelps in surprise and sees an IV coming out of her arm. Confused and sore, she stretches out on the hospital bed and lazily cocks her head to the side. Hundreds of thoughts are running through her head, and she has a hard time deciding on witch ones to linger on.
I wonder if anyone’s missed me at school...
Test tomorrow in Chemistry. Crap.
My parents are gonna kill me if I..
Wait where are my parents?
Where are all the doctors and nurses?
Why am I here?
Why am I all alone?
She tries to run her hands through her hair again, only to be stopped by the IV still in her arm. On the verge of panicking, she rips the tape off and begins to carefully remove the needle. She stops abruptly, remembering it’s all to easy to rip a vein and cause a problem. She puts the tape back over the needle and pushes the thought away from her. Blood and needles are tied at her worst fear. Abandonment is a close second. Looking up, she realizes the room is glowing red and wonders if she’s just imagining things now. She draws up her knees and hugs them to her.
I hate being alone.
She instinctively reaches toward a drawer in the bedside table and to her delight finds a sharpie. She reverts back to an old nervous habit and doodles an eye on her hand, tracing and retracing the lines until she hurriedly shuts the marker and puts it down, remembering that she gave herself ink poisoning last year. She removes her heart monitors, they aren't necessary. They leave sticky red welts. She stands and holds onto the the IV stand and paces the room, looking for something to do.

Jacob Ardai shot strait up from his bed after a horrible nightmare. It took him several seconds to finally realize where he was. The last thing he remembered was trying to hang himself and then then having the rope being cut followed by continuous tackling from underage fan girls. He looked around the room before plopping back down upon his hospital bed.

Torn that he was still alive and in this much pain, he reached over to the IV drip in his arm and ripped it out disregarding all cares for his well being but still grimacing at the pain.

Jacob got out of bed and paced around the room letting the blood gush from his arm hoping he would pass out soon enough. In the middle of his pacing he notices there is a red light coming from his rooms door. He didn't much care for leaving his room and disregarded the door. As he turns away from the exit he notices the locker and the combination lock.

Curiously Jacob walks over to the lock and racks his brain for anything he might know to open it and tries his best.

When Nerthuz woke up, she was in a bad mood. Not because she would have slept badly, no, she had slept like a little baby rockes back and forth by the arms of its' mother. She was in a bad mood because she was in a hospital and she hated waking up in hospitals.
Sitting up slowly, she ripped the IV out of her arm, knowing that it was there without so much as a short glance. That glance she rather used for the room, mildly surprised by the red light everywhere. She decided to not waste her thoughts on it, but instead go over to the locker and get her stuff from the inside. The one thing that always pushed her from disliking hospitals to hating them was the hospital gown, so of course it was her first goal to get rid of that ugly thing.

Andrew Garfield awoke with his usual sense of apathy. He took in his surroundings with little interest - clearly he'd cocked things up. Again.
He regarded the IV drip with interest.
'Might be good to keep that in..for now."
He sat up slowly, still feeling slightly groggy.
'Hospital. Hospitals are not fun. But...they have nurses in hospitals. And medicines.'
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then climbed carefully off the bed, and moved over to inspect the drip. It was attached to the wall, and some vital looking machinery. Andrew cast his eyes around, and his gaze settled on a surgical scalpel resting, discarded, on a nearby tray.
Soon, he'd carefully cut through the tube, leaving a length of it hanging from his arm. Not ideal, but he was no professional, and he didn't want to bleed out just yet. He began to walk forwards, only to be brought up short by the cardiograph's wires - he pulled them away from his chest angrily, and started forwards again.
He regarded the locker that stood across from him, then noticed the padlock and sighed heavily.
'Won't have any luck there, maybe I should have a look around.'
Garfield approached a small beside table, recognising and snatching up his lighter. He inspected his new effects.
'Oh good.Now I can self harm, and burn things.'
Catching sight of the dim red glow from outside the room, he turned and walked towards the door, more than ready to leave, as soon as he could.

Stiessest sat up, and shook her head. The last thing she remembered was being at that party, and...fuck. She overdosed on her medication. She stared at the wristband on her arm for a moment, chuckling at the barcode. She ran a hand through her hair, and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She still felt so groggy....must not have been paying attention when she was taking those pills.

She tried to pull her other arm up to stretch, and winced, looking down and noticing the IV in her arm. She pulled it out, and got out of the bed, glancing around her for some clothes.

The locker in the room caught her eye, and she walks over to examine the lock, then attempting to open it.

Aleksei tore open his eyes, staring into the darkness of his hospital room. They were bloodshot, or perhaps it was only the red light emanating from the wall fixture. He shut his eyes once more and sighed, not wanting to rise and face another day. He pushed himself up from the mattress before realizing he set his hand in something wet on his pillow. He drew it back and looked at his palm. It too was red, but this was not from the light.

He set his feet on the smooth floor, feeling a cold sting on his skin. He stood up, and took several frail steps away from his bed. His weak knees gave out and he went crashing to the ground. He winced as he tried to stand back up, but failed yet again. His eyes widened as he felt the pain in his chest return. He stayed on the ground, hunched over and coughing up blood for several more minutes.

Aleksei eventually regained his strength and will to stand up. He hauled himself over to the door, dragging the IV stand with him. He leaned on the door, pressing down on the handle, trying to wander out into the hallway.

Riley's stomach twisted up inside at the sight of his strange surroundings. His head throbbed with the passion of one-thousand burning suns. The pain was coupled with the irritation of not knowing exactly where he was, which only served to stress him out and bring more pain to his cranium. Now he did not know anything about Hospital's aside from what he'd seen on Television. On T.V shows they normally don't have red lights illuminating the room. The annoying beeping sound and IV drip where something he was used to seeing however.

Now exactly how did he get here? He must have been hurt somehow. Perhaps calling for a nurse would be the best course of action. Then again he did not want to bother anyone. In fact all he wanted to do was curl up and go back to sleep. He was a victim here right? The boy could do whatever he wanted to.