"Sadako" hits the John

[Kuze*]

((Continued from: Starting for Males #52))

Walking from the caves with the Colt M1911 in his hands, Shinya walked apon a small bathroom facility. "Nice, a bathroom and man i havnt gone for who knows how long" He mumbled as he ran into the mens bathroom.

Shinya's footsteps echoed against the tile floor, running towards a stall. Entering the stall and locking it, He unzipped his pants and took out his **** to piss. Moving his hair out of the way of his **** , sighing He started to piss against the toilet bowl still holding the Colt m1911 in his left hand as he pissed.

[NyteDarkness*]

Sven Kekule awoke in quite an unusual place indeed. He was supposed to be on something cold, hard, and not comfortable in the slightest. Those beds in Alcatraz were pretty darn awful, they were lumpy and the springs stuck out and the pillows could barely be called pillows at all. Of course, the reality was that he had come from Millwood Rehabilitation Center and not Alcatraz, but it was all the same to him. He had saw a documentary on Alcatraz once before he got sent there, and from the moment he found out where he was about to be sent the first words out if his mouth were ‘So what, you’re sending me to Alcatraz now?’ and from then on he could only think of his rehabilitation center as just that. As well, the beds there were quite comfortable, or they would’ve been has Sven not insisted on sleeping on a lumpy mattress on the floor. He was still convinced that he was in a prison, and a comfortable mattress in a prison must be a trick.

But where was he now? It was still hard, still pretty darn lumpy, but cold would not be an accurate word to describe it. It was then he realized he was outside, and on the ground at that. He looked around. No horrid prison in sight. He vaguely remembered being on some sort of helicopter with a few men, they told him something that he couldn’t quite recall. That wasn’t too important; Sven could only think up one reasonable explanation, he had escaped! He didn’t know where he was, but it had got to be better than that place. Free! Finally, he was free! There was only one way to describe his current feelings…

Disappointed. He was sure he remembered the sky being red outside the prison, but now that he remembered it was blue after all. He was slightly angered, he had bet someone ten dollars that it was red. That was ten dollars more than he had right now. Perhaps he would take it upon himself to find a job later. It was at that moment that he noticed some sort of carrying bag beside him. He hadn’t remembered having any personal possessions since he was thrown out of his house and into the correctional facility. Well, one of the nice workers there gave him some pills, but then he was fired and Sven was tossed out of the correctional facility and into a rehabilitation center with much higher security, the prison, Alcatraz, whatever he felt like calling it.

He looked in the bag. The first things he’d found were water and bread. It was quite nice of whoever gave him this bag to provide him with food. He figured it was one of his comrades in escaping, or maybe he had put it there himself. He couldn’t remember. He found some little pamphlet inside, he shoved it back in. Reading was never his favorite activity and he didn’t have time now. The next thing he pulled out was a large knife-like object. Why would he need a knife? Who would give him a knife? Weapons were banned inside the prison; he wasn’t allowed a simple kitchen knife let alone one this big. He supposed he could use it to protect himself from…whatever. Wild animals or something. He heard footsteps in the distance and looked toward a small structure about…well, he couldn’t really tell how far away that place was. Depth perception was not his strong point. He decided to try and stay out of sight as best he could, he was sure he was quite far away from Alcatraz but one of the locals here still might report him and get him sent back, just like the last time he escaped. He ran into his good friend Mark Mallory, who to Sven’s surprise grabbed him and dragged him back inside. That’s what Sven thought anyway, he had barely escaped, only made it about five feet outside the gates, and he never had a best friend named Mark Mallory, he didn’t have any friends at all. The only thing that really happened was a security guard caught him and dragged him back inside.

The workers there had a tough time getting Sven to believe that, he was intent on sticking with his story, just as right now he was intent on hiding by crouching in the middle of a clearing a little ways away from a bathroom.

[Kuze*]

Finishing up, Shinya placed his **** back into his pants and zipped them up. Opening the stall door, he walked out of the stall and walked to the mirror looking at the wall of hair that incased his head.

Shinya turned around leaned back onto the sink and looked at the foresent lights on the ceiling still holding the m1911.

"What have I gotten myself into"

[NyteDarkness*]

Sven continued to crouch in his...wonderful hiding spot as he waited for whoever was in that building to come out. He contemplated what kind of building it was. Probably some sort of office or nuclear power base or something. He heard a flushing noise, and though Sven didn't have many facts straight he knew that nuclear bombs didn't go flush. It appeared that he was near a bathroom. A plain, boring, bathroom. He finally escapes and the first thing he sees is a bathroom. How unpleasant. If he wanted to see a bathroom he could’ve done it without escaping anywhere. He wasn’t sure how much hard work he did to escape, but he was sure he deserved something more than a bathroom for it. Well, he did have that bayonet, but when would he need to use THAT?

Sven had no interest in the bathroom for the moment. He decided to get up and walk around a little, seeing as it was just a bathroom and not anything interesting at all. Escaping really wasn’t as exciting as he thought it would be. The sky was the same boring blue, the ground was as lumpy as the beds, and the only building in sight was a bathroom. He did remember someone going into the bathroom, so he decided to keep his distance, just in case whoever was in there decided to try and drag him back. It wasn’t like Sven could run for a very long time, but he wasn’t really in the mood to think rationally. There were very few times when Sven thought rationally throughout the day, and most of the time when he thought he was thinking rationally he really wasn’t.

He crouched back down so he wouldn’t be noticed right away, even though his slightly dirty white t-shirt and sweat pants(what everyone wore back in ‘prison’) stuck out like a sore thumb in it’s heavy contrast to the dark ground. It wasn’t like there were too many hiding places around a bathroom in a clearing anyways.

[Kuze*]

Shinya diferted his stare from the lights and turned back to the sink . Placing the gun on the soap container and turned on the tap. Placing his hands under the faucet he commenced to wash his hands.

Three minutes later, Shinya turned off the tap and wiped his hands on his pants. He grabbed the M1911 from rhw soap container and started to walk towards the door.

[NyteDarkness*]

Sven noticed that this person was taking an awfully long time in the bathroom. Almost as long as that kid back in prison who kept falling asleep on the toilet(which did really happen and was quite annoying). Maybe he was the one who went in the bathroom, or, even batter, this whole bathroom thing was just a coverup and something a whole lot more interesting was in there. He got up(his legs were cramping up from crouching anyways) and began his awkward, zig-zag walk towards the bathroom. He finally got there, and after swatting at the walls a bit in case of a hidden door, grabbed the handle and opened it with a creak.

Just a bathroom. It was just a bathroom. Kind of a dirty one at that, he could see that it had been a while since it was cleaned. Why, then, would anyone be inside a bathroom that was clearly abandoned? His first thought was a secret base was hidden somewhere, his second thought was a mix of emotions towards who he saw walking towards him. That was definately the scariest person he had seen in a while(obviously Sven never took the time to look in a mirror) with long black hair that covered his face and trailed down passed his chest. Even with the condition most of the kids at Millwoods Rehabilitation Center were in, Sven never saw hair like that.

Naturally, he turned around and ran. Being his currently uncoordinated self he turned the wrong way and hit the side of the wall before turning the correct way and bolting out the door. He ran out into a quite bushy area and just kept going.

((Continued in: Walking into the House of Blood...))

[Kuze*]

(OCC editing post so that he moves to another area)

Shinya saw as the boy ran out of the bathroom in fear, A strange smile spread across his face, and evetually busting out in laughter.

"Man what was he so fucking scared of ME, man what a wuss"

Shinya, still chuckling Gripped the M1911, and started to leave the bathroom as he remembered the announcements.

"27...dead...Why is this sick bastard tring to replicate what I got out of two years ago.. Fuck that asshole Danya."

Shinya suddenly turned around and walked into a stall, closing as well as locking the door. Standing on the toilet, He bundled up his hair as he squatted over the toilet, to make it so he wouldnt be seen by anyone who attemted to use the bathroom. Lightly wrapping his hair around his neck he held the Colt M1911 in both hands waiting for someone to come.

After a few hours, Shinya sighed No one seemed to come after the boy who ran away from him. Stepping down from the toillet he unbuldles his hair and let it fall, Unlocking the stall and walking out of the stall, He gripped his Colt M11911 and walked out of the facility , Aimlessly Wandering towards the mountain.

((Continued in: Walking into the House of Blood...))