sixth mojito

[likedollclothes]

[Fifth Floor Filter]

[Sam hasn't seen his buddy Michael in a while. So this is him, wandering up to the fifth floor and rapping on Michael's door]

Hey, Mikey. You around?

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[feel_theburn]

[And have Jackson wandering up the hallway. He's been using this Westen guy's room since it's seemed vacant, because he can't find his own room. Or his journal. He's starting to think the castle brought him in and forgot about him.]

[And as he gets closer, he spots Sam, but sorry Sam. In his world you're big bad Chuck Finley and you want him dead. So Jackson stars gasping in panic and turns to run, tripping over himself and falling on his face.]

[likedollclothes]

[hears the sound behind him and starts heading his way]

Whoa, Mike. Take it easy.

[feel_theburn]

Oh god! Oh no! [scrambles to get up, reaching for his inhaler and shoving it into his mouth, then takes off down the hallway.]

[likedollclothes]

[a long pause, before he starts chasing after him]

MICHAEL!

[feel_theburn]

[looks over his shoulder] I didn't do it!

[starts running down the stairs]

[likedollclothes]

Didn't do what? [so confused, but still chasing]

What are you talking about?

[feel_theburn]

[starts shouting to whoever will listen] Help me! He's trying to kill me! Help!! Help me magical castle!

[and he has to stop a moment to gasp and use the inhaler, before taking off again.]

[likedollclothes]

Trying to -- what the hell?

[still chasing him. Hoping to corner him somewhere]

[feel_theburn]

[and eventually he is, unable to get through the door in front of himself. He spins around and holds his hands over his face in self defense.]

Don't make me hurt you, Finley! I've learned martial arts! [Jackson is a bad liar]

[likedollclothes]

Finely?

...Mikey, it's me. Sam.

[feel_theburn]

I'm not Michael, and I know who you are! You're Finley!

[likedollclothes]

Michael, I'm not Finely. That's just a cover, remember?

[feel_theburn]

You're just trying to trick me!

[turns his head towards the door and yells.] Heeeeelp!

[likedollclothes]

[sighs slightly before starting to advance on him a bit]

Hey, Michael. Calm down.

[feel_theburn]

[sudden movements with a panicked man are not wise. Jackson doesn't know Michael's strength, so he swings a fist into Sam's face]

[likedollclothes]

[Sam takes the hit with a bit of a groan, before dropping down to the ground, out cold]