Feeling distinctly uncharitable today, Steve says, "Joe Smith. I say again, what's it to you?"
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman."I'll keep that in mind. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."
-Shoulders past him (or tries to)-
edited 17th Nov '11 11:08:45 AM by Artemis92
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman."I do."
-Elbows him in the gut, runs into the school-
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Goes through the double doors, and doesn't answer-
-Turns right-
Gonna assume the building's vaguely rectangular.
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Barrels down the corridor and turns the corner, barely losing any speed-
'Kay, creepy guy coming, creepy guy coming, turn corner, dodge...
-As soon as he's past the corner, he ducks into a classroom, swings the door mostly shut, and listens for any sound of pursuit-
He's still expecting a speedster.
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.Time stopped. Again.
This time, he seems a little less calm. His eyes looked tired. And his face had a bandage.
Yet he still tried to look as formal as possible.
"Oh, you're still alive? Hmmm, now this is interesting. You still have all your body parts! Your leg is still where its supposed to be, and your arms are still moving."
"You are very interesting. There is nothing special about you at all. No talents, no friends, nothing. Yet, you still survive battles with these crazed fools."
"But then again, it's still to early to say things like that know. You still have a long way to go. This city is gigantic, after all. But even so, i am almost certain that you'll reach the gates."
"Good luck, and try not to lose your head".
Time resumed.
This time, the windows fell. Broken glass was scattered around the floor, and you almost got cut. What a stroke of luck.
edited 2nd Dec '11 10:05:23 PM by eternalNoob
If you wanna PM me, send it to my mrsunshinesprinkles account; this one is blorked.Lose my head? Too late for that. Real me is probably either in a coma or a straitjacket, thinks Steve.
-He continues listening at the door, gun at the ready-
Where is this guy? Is he even following me?
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Steve screams and bolts out the door and along the hallway-
What the fuck!? Where the hell did he come from?
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Turns briefly, fires clusmily, then throws himself to one side as the gigantic figure barrels past him-
-Runs into another classroom and stands against the wall next to the door-
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Steve screams again, and fires the gun through the hole before slamming the door back open and running out-
Whattheshitwhattheshitwhattheshit!
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Turns back around, runs into the room again, throws the briefcase through a window and follows it-
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Turns around again and, trying to actually aim this time * , fires three shots before tripping and falling on his back with a yelp-
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.-Crawls backwards (away from Arsenal) for a few steps before scrambling to his feet, and starts running-
-The kind of day he's been having so far is visibly getting to him, as he isn't going half as fast as he'd like to be-
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.As Steve runs from Arsenal he encounters a doorman holding the door open that leads to a the lobby of a skyscraper, Thinking that this Supposedly public place will be at least a temporary obstetrical he pushes the doorman (who is wearing a massive brimmed hat for some reason) aside as he runs into the center of the lobby before realizing that the place was utterly empty as the door slammed shut.
A voice that sound like a chorus at a satanic ritual begin emanating from the strange doorman as he takes off his hat, Revealing a goulish face with a horrifying grin going from ear to ear.
"hello Mr.Stevenson, Be a Nice boy and give us the briefcase." "And we won't kill you!"
"Oh no, we are definatly going kill you. Its going to be very slow and painful..." "But you said-"
"SHUT UP!" The figure says as he begins to argue with himself, being completely distracted by the moment at hand.]]
Sparks Make horrible santas... This one is no different!

"Well, obviously me. Get on with it, I don't have all day." Jon muttered as he tapped his foot impatiently. "Your name?"
Random? Insane? No, I just have my days. Now, where's the tea?