Slendie RP, Anyone?

Louis clicked his tongue against his teeth absently as he studied the photo, his eyes narrowing as he recognised the uniform. He turned to the file, flicking through the pages, eyes scanning the text and thick black boxes with expert ease. 'We'd blank much of our agents data out, even in our own files,' Louis said, cautiously. 'But many similar companies would do the same.' He tapped the photo thoughtfully. 'I've seen this uniform before. Any ideas?'

"Bobcats?!" Hannah's voice rose an octave. Foxes were one thing, bobcats were another. She jumped down, running over to Luminen and gazing at him, her face troubled. "If one tries to eat me, you'll vaporise it, right?" She then turned to Slender Man, whispering her thanks.

"Crisis averted. The Hannah has left the tree top."

"If one truest to hurt you, I'll shoo it away unless it's a bear. Then I'll vaporize it." smiling, the fox curling up in his arms.

Chuckling again at Hannah's mental shout Slenderman says 'Bobcat's aren't that dangerous they are simply hunters and territorial no worries Luminen or i shall protect you."

Hannah shifted nervously, looking eagerly in the direction she came to get here. "You know what? I think I'll bypass there bobcats and be on my way."
With that, she ran off, heading homeward like a speeding arrow.

Louis smiled at Hannah's comment, shaking his head at the girl's humour. However, his current predicament came rushing back to haunt him. Just be careful, Hannah, he murmured. I'm expecting friends soon.

Ignoring Louis, Hannah carried on running, narrowly avoiding tripping over a branch. In her haste, she didn't notice a moss-coated stone in her path. Her foot hit it and she slipped, falling and landing on her backside comically.

He shrugged. "Army? I dunno." He looks around. "I think I remember some excercises from it. Maybe..." He looked in closer. "You're guess is better than mine."

'Could be, could be,' mused Louis, still staring at the uniform. 'It would explain your build for one, I suppose. But then again, so would gym work.' His eyes narrowed. 'Then again, why would anyone want to bury a soldier in the middle of a forest?' He tapped his chin with the photograph. 'You can't remember anything at all, ja?'

She huffed, dignity lost, and scrambled to her feet. Picking up the pace, she finally broke free of the tree line and ran to her house, slamming the kitchen door behind her.

Louis jumped in his seat, heart pounding as he heard the door in the next room smash open. They're here, they're here, his mind babbled. However, he registered Hannah even as the panicked thoughts skittered across his thoughts.

Hannah kicked off her sodden shoes and padded through the living room, heading to the stairs as quickly as she could manage. She was filthy, sore and embarrassed, and wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower.

"Bits and peices is all." He said quietly. He chuckled at the comment about his build. "Glad you noticed." When the door opened he looked over his shoulder, also noticing Louis' discomfort. He decides not to say anthing about it.

Louis took a deep breath, watching Hannah's retreating back before turning back to John. He gave a small smile. 'It's difficult not to notice.' However, he was soon back to business. 'If it's a case of amnesia, or even a purposeful memory wipe, there will still be memories somewhere in your mind. That just happens to be the area I excel in.' He paused, considering his next words carefully. 'I could search for them.' He held up a skeletal finger to his lips. 'However, it could backfire.'

"I'd prefer to wait. I know where I grew up and how. I think I rmember a helicopter crash and how I ended up in a grave..." He scratched the bump on his head. "Let me think about it."

Hannah unbuttoned her jeans as she went up, swiftly undressing and diving into the shower when she reached the bathroom. She sighed with pleasure and her eyes slide shut. Best. Shower. Ever.

Louis nodded. 'Understandable, and sensible,' he stated briskly. 'Too much recollection at once often results in an episode of some sort.' He frowned. 'Military service would help with the flying accident, certainly.' He leaned over, staring deep into John's eyes. 'Tell me what you remember of the burial.'

"So it seem we are alone once more." Anything you want to get off your chest a fetish for a certain tentacled fear perhaps." Slenderman says his voice taking a seductive quality

"'Kay..." He sighed and sat down. "I remember being in the dark, literally, there was a sack ove rmy head, they put it over my head and pushed me along. We reached a grave they made, about five of them standing around it. Two of them were pushing me along. I had been tied up, my hands were bound, I'd been cutting at them with my switchblade. I got free and... socked the guy to the left with my right. Knocked him over, then they all jumped me. I broke a guy's nose, kicked one to the ground, headbutted one. Then I got hit in the head with the shovel. I fell to the ground. They rolled me into the hole..." His hands were shaking now. "They started filling it in... Then they started whispering and ran off, I then blacked out." He rubbed his grazed knuckles. "That's all... I also found some other stuff up in the squat."

Louis bit his lip, attempting to filter out any tell-tale details with could aid in some small discovery, apart from the fact a group of people clearly wanted to rid the world of John. 'Fighting experience; the dirty kind. Used to having to survive, whatever the cost.' He shook his head, eyes narrowing. 'What other things would these be? Anything that could help?'

"Some dangerous shit... And useful." He reached thropugh his rucksack, he pulled out books about excercise in minimal space and recources, food sources from the land, making bombs and manuels for various weapons, including an M-2 Flamethrower, he then produced a pair of brass knuckles looped together with felt string and a stainless steel suitcase from the rucksack. "This'll blow you away..."

Louis flicked through a few of the books, his eyes widening as his mind attempted to take in what he saw. He'd never stumbled across this before, and felt rather sheltered from having not. He was interested in the flame-thrower manual in particular, taking time to flick through each page. The brass knuckles glinted, catching his eye as he paused in his browsing, and also drawing his attention back to John and the mysterious suitcase. 'Oh?' he said, eyes burning with curiosity.

John smiled grimly and clicked the latches on the suitcase open, he then lifted the led open and turned it, in black foam slots, carefully crafted for the peices themselves, were parts of a strange rifle. It seemed to have a supressor instead of a barrel and it seemed very short indeed as scoped rifles go. http://www.kbptula.ru/eng/str/strelk/images/vsk94_2.jpg It also had a leather sack to go with it.

(Slendie, was that directed at me or Luminen?)

Petting the fox, Luminen stares questiongly at Slenderman.
"talking to me or Hannah?"