Slendie RP, Anyone?

Hannah sighed quietly, twisting her hands together nervously as she pondered over her words, trying to pick the right ones. "I.." She swallowed. "I've been better."

Please, Hannah, don't insult me, Louis whispered. For one, I am a professional mind reader; for another, you removed a tracking device from my spine. That'll shake anyone up.

Hannah stared down and bit her lip, unwilling to think about the procedure. "I've never turned a knife against someone before," she thought softly, twisting her hands. "It was.. horrible. Dead animals.. they don't bleed like that."

Louis tugged on John's shoulder, indicating their need to move.

Hannah, if there was a sensible alternative I would have much preferred that, but I'm afraid it was rather desperate. He sighed. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

The old man spat on the wooden floor behind Louis. John lead Louis to room 14. At the door he stopped and took a deep breath before putting the key in the lock and turning it.

Louis saw John hesitating, so he pushed the door open cautiously, holding it open for the other man to enter first.

John entered the room, it was pitch black. He turned on the light. At this moment he pulled Louis into the room and slammed the door after this action.

Louis stared in astonishment at John, the sudden movement shocking him. He craned his head, fruitlessly searching for what had caused it.

(It's not gay if it's in a three way.. /Ahem dirty snort.)

Hannah pulled the covers up over herself, tucking them under her chin. "I know," she whispered tiredly. "I know."

John had one arm in a death grip on Louis' shoulder. His eyes were wide and wild. His mind was a mess, images and sounds playing through his head at seizure inducing speed and volume. His left eye started to twitch. The room they were in looked like an arms dealer's, green fibre glass crates scattered around, documents, a laptop and a suspicious looking sportsbag. "Who are you?" He asks in a strange monotone, looking right past Louis.

(Trust you. *facepalm*)

Louis struggled against the other man's grip, his spine a column of pain as John placed pressure upon his shoulder. He breathed hard through his nose, attempting to lift the arm from him. John, calm down, Louis thought, his legs almost buckling. John, please, listen to me. This is triggering a lot of memories, allow yourself to view them all, don't fight. He froze at the sound of John's voice.

(Hehehe) Softly singing to song Slenderman pulls Hannah into a hug and softly lets his Tentacle rub her back. "It's ok to cry my darling you have been through one hell of an ordeal if i were you i would be bawling my eyes out just let it out child Things will feel a little better after then eat ALL the icecream you want if it comfort's you." he says in a soft tone of voice.

John's mouth contorted in visible discomfort. Then his grip lessened. He was starting to regain control of his mind. Louis can start to see patterns emerging, of helicopters and abandoned buildings, of symbols, such as one for radiation, another one, completely unknown to Louis and a symbol of the US Army Rangers. Faces started appearing in Louis' mind, leaking over from John's mind, including the one belonging to the Old man at the motel counter and of the blonde with the green eyes. John groaned in pain then recoiled slightly back against the wall.

Hannah tucked herself into the corner of the sofa, fighting off a yawn. She stared at the pale walls before her, trying to work out the time by using the colour of the sunrise. Because of its bright, shocking nature, she could tell it was still early.

Without John and Louis to fill it, her house seemed surprisingly empty. She couldn't help but feel thankful when Slender Man embraced her, his ghostly tentacles wrapping around her form in a supernatural cuddle. "I'd hug you if I could," she thought at him.

No longer being crushed in John's grip, Louis fell to the floor, gasping as his sensitive mind was over run with images, sounds, memories. He closed his eyes, attempting to close the link, but there was already too much information streaming over, unfamiliar faces melding with recognisable ones, symbols and logos melding into seamless patterns. John, I hope you're taking notes...

John closed his eyes and trashed his hands in front of him. He gasped, the Chernobyl NPP flashed in his mind. "I was..." He groaned. He looked back down at Louis, confused. He offered a hand. "This is becoming a habit with us..."

Hannah frowned and reached out, attempting to hug one of Slender Man's many tentacles. When her arms wrapped around it, it provided little resistance and she practically sunk through it. Strange.

Louis managed to sad smile, shaking his head slightly. 'You'll be the death of me.' He gasped, pain lancing through his back and drilling into the bottom of his skull. 'I don't think I can stand,' he groaned.

"Man, I'm sorry." He sad quietly. He then bent down on one knee and hooked his arms under Louis' knees and back. He picked him up with ease and took him to the bedroom. "You rest up, man." When he got there there was only one bed, a king sized one. John frowned and put Louis on the bed. "I'll sleep on the couch."

(Guy love, guy love, between two guys.. ♫)

I'm not keeping myself Anchored here so i am less solid and more like a standing liquid just don't get to wet it is said to have unusual effects on those who sink through it fully effects like growing tentacles and being cloaked in darkness. The usual attributes of a Slenderone.

Louis moaned as John moved him, his back shifting slightly. He was glad to be placed on the bed, his spine perfectly alined on the relatively flat surface. He gave John a weak smile. 'Danke, Herr John.'

(I'm going to poke your eyes out in a moment, Fox. Heheh.)

Hannah quickly released Slender Man; she wasn't positive, but she didn't think tentacles were really her style. Still curious about his strange form, she lightly poked a tentacle with her fingertip.

(Hush, Schnee. You know you love it.)

"I don't think I would have a king sized bed if I was alone..." He went to the bathroom of the motel room. To think and wash himself.

'You wern't alone john you had a lover a rather strapping man if i do say so myself' Slenderman jokes. "Touching it will do nothing but putting our entire body into it which might i add is imposable cause it's only one tentacle will only turn you""