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    (It's been a while, I hope you've been well! School has just started up yet again.)


    "Do you know of any weapons in your place of living? Maybe having at least a kitchen knife nearby would help you. I'd offer to come over, but I feel like me knowing where you live would only make you feel worse" Claire said, already typing a message to her friend to meet up somewhere, using her shoulder to keep the phone pinned to her ear as she spoke. She was growing increasingly worried, the last thing either of them needed right now was to start panicking. Would just finding out where he lived and heading over help any? She would assume not.

    OOC: I have been :3 I hope your school year's been going great and will go great!


    IC: "My mom can't cook at all so the knives are as sharp as the day they were delivered," Marcus said quietly as another loud creak made a shiver run down his spine. He hated that je was so afraid, but he felt like he couldn't help himself. The thought of death at his shoulder was just... Terrifying. Taking a slow breath he tried to calm his nerves so he wouldn't worry Claire. She had enough to deal with by not killing him the first time, "though I'll stick to the scissors on my desk. They're closer... And not in the other room," He coughed. He felt like a five-year old trying to fight off an imaginary monster as he quietly slipped off his bed and quickly went to retrieve the moderately sharp item from his desk.

    "I had a friend in middle school who attacked other students with safety scissors." Claire remembered suddenly as she stood up and grabbed her keys. "Any threat to fight was a real one. And if she asked to stab you, well, the first mistake to make would be thinking she meant poking. Looking back, I'm shocked she's not the one who's the assassin."

    Claire shouldered open the door and kicked it shut before locking it. "Look, anything can be deadly if used right. If you see anyone, go for the eyes or the throat."

    "That's... Great advice," Marcus shuddered at the idea of spilling blood, "I promise I will. I won't waste the chance you gave me!" He said in a voice much nore confident thab he felt. In all honesty he had gotten that line from a movie. He was grateful to me alive amd if he could prevent an attempt on his life then damn straight he would! Of course, his resolve wavered greatly as the next creak from somewhere in the apartment and his body froze in place.

    "That line sounds familiar. Did you get it from somewhere?" Claire pressed, as she headed out to her car. She would usually just hang up and would have left the phone in the office, but for some reason this time compelled her otherwise. Probably because she was dealing with a potential victim which she now had quite the liking for. "Alright, I'm getting in the car. Hold up, I'm going to put you on speaker."

    "I watch a ridiculous amount of movies in my free time..." He admitted quietly into the phone. He wasn't joking, the underside of his bed was just colorful movie cases of all kinds. Of them, the most prevalent ironically happened to be horror flicks. They... Weren't really helping his reactions to the creaky apartment.


    OOC: Did you have any plans for this? I mean if he's just being paranoid or it's a thing. I thought it'd be nice to ask if you did instead of just barrel forward

    (I didn't have a plan in mind, no. If you want to barrel ahead with the idea, go ahead, please do. I like your ideas!)

    OOC: Aww thank-you! :3 I really like your ideas too!


    IC: He curled himself into a hidden corner of his room beside his desk to hide. It was hard to think how he had gotten himself into such a dangerous position, but regardless, he would fight. Claire had given him a great gift, and he didn't mean the escape to the ice cream shop. Marcus tried his best to remain calm, like her, but his heart beat so heard he felt on the verge of having a heart attack. With a slow breath to calm himself he remembered that Claire was still on the phone, "um. This is really weird right now, but I wanted to say thanks again for... Sparing my life," He whispered quietly just as the door to his room started to creak loudly.

    Claire picked up on how quiet he was all of a sudden and bit her tongue hard to keep back her initial reply. It was too late for her to be able to help him. From what she knew he was much too far away. Hopefully he could react accordingly. Or had a good enough hiding spot that he wouldn't have to. It had become nearly impossible to keep driving at this point, so she pulled into a nearby parking lot and parked the vehicle. Claire found that she was holding her breath and breathing shallowly as if she were the one in danger. In a way, she felt like she was.

    All Marcus could hear next was a yelp from Claire and a thud as she dropped the phone and silence after-- she'd been suddenly grabbed from behind and was now in a scuffle against a stranger.


    (Hey, sorry for no reply for such a long time. But I've finally started logging in on my phone so hopefully it'll be more frequent.


    I was thinking they'd also send someone after Claire for essentially backing out last second. If you don't think so, just ignore the last bit and tell me, I'm fine either way!)

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    OOC: It's all good :3 I'm glad you have a chance to type more and that would be awesome since she did back out of it. It makes sense in all the TV shows lol


    IC: "C-Claire? Claire!" He panicked just as the door to his room burst open. Naturally he aimed his safety scissors at the intruder, only to be faced with a man in black. For both of them it took a moment to process the situation before the man in black pulled a knife from his pocket. Of course Marcus was scared, and somewhat relieved it wasn't a gun but all other points aside, this situation was still astronomically bad for him. With all this in mind he took a deep breath and... Slid a bit further back against the wall. Unlike Claire, Marcus couldn't hold his own in a fight so he opted to try and defend until a lucky shot opened up. Panic filled his mind and he thought about Claire as his attacker launched forward.

    (Poor Marcus. Tbh that's how I'd react too, lol.


    I hope life has been treating you well! Unfortunately my phone is at like, 4% after an intense DnD session. It was fun! In that I play a barbarian who is from one of the coldest places in the world.)


    Claire was struggling to fight off the attacker, but in a car with someone attacking you from the front seat.... Well, it just wasn't an even playing ground. So she did the first thing she thought of-- Opening the door and nailing out into the parking lot. She ducked and rolled out of the car, fists clenched and at the ready for the attacker to get out. And when he did....

    She was suckerpunched from the side. Another person. As Claire stumbled backwards in shock, she let out a curse and considered fleeing.

    Wait. Marcus was on the phone. I can't leave it.

    OOC: Lol DnD is great and more than absolutely worth the battery life


    IC: His attacker charged forward and Marcus dropped the phone as he scrambled rather ungracefully out of the way as a knife became embedded in the drywall of his room. There was a loud thud as he landed on the ground and he quickly made his way to the next nearest wall. Of course, after he had a second to think while the attacker tried to pull their knife out of the wall he realized he had dropped his phone 'Claire is still on the line! What if she's hurt?' He had thought just as the enemy pulled the knife from the wall. While he really didn't believe that to be the case he still wanted to make sure... After he didn't die because he really wouldn't be able to do much of anything then. So as his attacker charged at him again, he once more moved out of the way, but not before trying to stab the person's leg with... Safety scissors. He left a bruise.

    (Yessss it is! I had so much fun playing with the group. I have two going at the moment, one I'm the DM for)


    Claire decided to make her move before they closed in on her. She dashed towards one and shoved him to the ground. As she did, the other one took the chance to swipe at her-- the one in the car had a knife. He sliced her arm and she retaliated with a punch and a shove to the front of her car. Once she had the opening, she dove into the car, slamming the door shut before speeding off. The phone on Marcus' end would pick up on the sound of her tires squealing as she sped off to somewhere safer. Once she felt she was far enough away, she pulled over and checked her arm.

    That's a lot of blood. And I forgot my fist aid kit, too. I guess what matters now is not losing more.

    She took her pocket knife and sliced off her sleeve to produce a makeshift bandage. She liked this shirt, but she could always get another. She held it to the wound, hoping to stem the blood flow. There was an irritating patch on her neck, but she hadn't had the chance to check if it was a wound or not, tilting her head and looking in on the of the mirrors didn't provide her a good enough view, either.

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    OOC: Wow lol it must be hard keeping it all straight sometimes, kill a dragon in one quest then praise the other group who'd be chilling in a tavern waiting for the DM X3


    IC: Marcus faintly heard the screeching of tires from his phone across the room, but had little time to investigate as he once more scrambled to a different corner of his room. His attacker cursed and hissed in pain from the rather vicious attack with the safety scissors. Both of them stared for a while longer before his attacker charged again and Marcus reached into the drawer just above his head for something. Over the phone was a loud yell of pain before a muffled thud followed by another and then just barely after, "stupid kid..." Was muttered somewhere from Marcus's phone, just close enough to the attacker that Claire could hear.

    (Tbh I don't know how I manage sometimes. Thankfully both campaigns somehow manage to stay separate. At one point I was doing three at a time, lol. My favorite character is Rose, a cleric following the goddess of peace and death. But plot twist, she actually is the goddess and she has amnesia and has no clue. So she's accidentally a narcissist. Before the DM decided to restart the campaign, she had this cat lady who was always flirting with her. It was hilarious because Rose is the most oblivious thing)


    Looks like he was found. But it seems Marcus is putting up a good fight. I hope someone overhears the scuffle. I should call the police, but...

    That wouldn't be smart. Claire instead carefully reached for the phone with her injured arm, as the other was clasped to the wound. She had to den awkwardly, but she did manage to grab that thing. She was lost on how to help, but listened carefully as she buckled in again and started to drive. She might as well try to go over to help him.

    OOC: Dealing with three campaigns sounds like grounds for taking notes to keep it all straight X3 so did you keep the goddess when the campaign reset?


    IC: Soon the breathing on the phone returned, though it sounded ragged and more than frightened, "C-Claire?" A hesitant voice asked over the phone. Marcus was sitting in his room surrounded by a pool of blood as he shook uncontrollably, "are y-you okay? A-are you hurt?" He asked. He had been stabbed, and has lost a fair amount of blood, but the majority of it in his room wasn't his... Or his attacker's. His jaw was ticking as his room felt colder than usual, but he wasn't sure it that was the blood loss or not. He felt dizzy and tired and hungry for some odd reason, but despite all this his only priority at the moment was Claire... Though he should probably take care of the knife would in his arm. Another brief thought in his swirling head was if he should call an ambulance or not.

    (Indeed I did! I want to play her story through to the end. And nobody in the campaign has a clue about Rose just yet.. the campaign is starting up again in late January, and I'm excited to continue it. We've restarted like three times now, lol.

    And yes. Lots, and lots of note taking for the one campaign with Rose. And I'm writing everything from Rose's view too. So it has led to some poetic and then hilariously stupid notes.)


    "I'm still here. They got my arm and this spot on my neck is... irritating. To say the least. But I can't see if it's a wound or not. What about you? I swear, if you're injured and worrying about me, I might just smack you for not calling an ambulance first." Her tone was serious until she threatened to smack him, where she was obviously being sarcastic and trying to lighten the mood. At least she could take care of herself. To her knowledge, Marcus couldn't and would probably need the help of a paramedic.... "But, seriously. You don't sound like you're doing too well. What did I miss..?"

    OOC: Yay! Have you talked to the DM about possibly recovering Roses memories?


    IC: "I-Injured? No! No-I-I'm fine, f-fine..." He chattered on as another violent shudder shook his body, "f-for instance t-this blood isn't mine! I-I had a f-fake blood pack for hallow-ween and and-" He continued to ramble on and his voice continued to get quieter and quieter as he slowly came to the realization he was still bleeding profusely, "I-I might n-not call you back..." Marcus said quietly as his head swam with a large wave of dizziness, "I-I gotta make a c-call..." Before he hung up. Once he hung up the call with Claire he fell over into the large puddle in the middle of the floor. A finger stained in red slowly drug itself over the once pristine screen before landing on another contact. With cloudy eyes Marcus waited patiently until the call was answered.


    "Marcus?"


    "Hey... I could use... A f-favor..." And the next second later his eyes closed his eyes. The voice called out, though no response was given before the call was canceled.


    OOC: I love suspense X3

    (Indeed! He has an idea, and even better, I don't know what it is! So I'm excited to see how it goes.)


    Claire waited a moment after her hung up and simply dropped the phone and cursed. Loudly. It wasn't like anyone could hear, she was in her car. But the silence afterwards was somehow still bone chilling. To busy herself on the drive there she stole a glance at the temporary bandages

    What the heck? Still bleeding? That's.... not good. I'm going to have to take the other sleeve at this rate. Forget it, I'm not dizzy... I have to help Marcus.

    She was lying to herself, her attention was dancing all around the road and it wasn't that safe for her to keep going like this. Her heart was pounding as her worry grew. Once it was bad enough she pulled over once again. This time at the side of the road.

    Screw it. I have to call them. Where did I drop the phone?

    OOC: Oooh! Mysteries! Yaaas lol


    IC: Just as she pulled off the road a man with flannel pajama pants and a plain shirt ran by in slippers that bent as they ran haphazardly. Messy white hair stuck up in most directions and for a brief moment she could see the panicked look on his face as the man struggled with shoving items in a large black bag as they passed Claire's car by. One item fell from the bag as the man continued running up the street, but he didn't stop to take notice as the small white bundle rolled back down the sidewalk towards her car. It looked like a small roll of gauze, mostly used and taped together with a strip of medical tape that barely clung to the cloth.