/Oh, fuck. That’s definitely the sound of his door getting smashed open. Not good. Not good at all.
His hand wanders behind him to grasp the handle of his old shovel. Upon lifting up the shovel, his eyes happen to wander over all the photographs he had pinned on the door./
/With a sigh, he stands up, and even though it’s hard to see in the dark, he can still recognize one of the photos with Jeego in it. He gives the picture a smile, and pats it with his free hand./
Wish me good luck. /He whispers to the picture./
/With that, he kicks the door open, and rushes out, shovel tightly gripped in his gloved hands. He stops in front of Helve, with a grin that’s slowly transforming into something resembling a mental patient’s expression upon escaping the asylum./
*She cocks her shotgun.*
This will teach you to sully my kitchen, bitch.
/He hears loud sounds coming just around his door, and he mentally curses. Shit. Is she smashing open doors?/
/Quickly, he walks over to his closet, opens the door and enter the darkness.
Without making any sounds, he slowly closes the door, and sits down on the cold floor amongst his other items./
*She finally opens the correct door after she recognises a few of her surroundings. She grins and closes the door behind her and blocks it with a couch.*
Nowhere to run now…
105, you dumb bitch. 105.
/He whispers to himself, ear pressed against the door. She’s never going to find him, that’s for sure. Now he just has to wait for her to get bored of trying to track him down, and leave./
*She remembers that it was 100something…
She walks to the level with the rooms starting with 100, and starts knocking on the doors open with the butt of her gun, one by one.*
/He hears the loud noise, and someone shouting. Well, shit. He didn’t actually think she would do that.
At least her vision is too bad to read the numbers on the doors. And even if she could read them, she doesn’t know which is his room./
*She stomps through the hallways, muttering to herself on the exact way she was going to torture Tengo. She halts at the stairway and racks her brains so she can remember the room number when she stayed over.*
1stepaheadofyou replied to your post: Here, let me empty the contents of my coffee maker on the floor of your kitchen, and throw delicious biscuits on top of that mess. It’s a good thing the window was open.
I’m already back at my own house. The door’s locked, and so is the windows. Better luck next time.
That’s why I have a ~shotgun~
I just throw rocks at you~
And it was only a pebble, I think you need to change glasses, they make small things look big.
Maybe you need to get glasses, to see the size of the rocks you threw at me. What the fuck were you trying to do, stone me to death?
1stepaheadofyou-deactivated2012 said: Here, let me empty the contents of my coffee maker on the floor of your kitchen, and throw delicious biscuits on top of that mess.
It's a good thing the window was open.
*grabs her shotgun.*