May 13, 2008 02:51
Yeah…
…I have to say that I’m not particularly liking this place.
[A slight, distant tapping noise can be heard: possibly footsteps, but probably water dripping.]
What the- Who’s out there? …Don’t come any closer, pal… I’m, uh, armed in here. Come in here and…and prepare for the beating of your life. I’m r-ready….
[A few moments of silence. Followed by a relieved sigh.]
All right…the coast is clear…. Anyway…. After all that screaming I heard the other day, there’s got to be some crazed serial killer out there…or monsters, if all these people are to be believed. I don’t know what to think. Since I arrived here I’ve already spoken, with, apparently, a hedgehog.
…I am not going outside.
[ooc: Mort is huddled in a corner, freaking out and watching the door, clutching a broken piece of wood he found, with which to defend himself if anything bad tries to come in. And he’s certain that something will. Because he’s paranoid that way.]
paranoid,
jumpy,
i don't believe in talking hedgehogs,
total freak-out mode,
i don't believe in sewer monsters