Gentlemanvaultboy

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

"Thank you kindly." Jim says, catching the extinguisher and hugging it close to his chest. Then he lifts his legs straight up in the air, relaxes his muscles and, with a *fwoomf*, disappears down the chute.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

"Right." Jim said as he forced himself back into the hole, his body squishing as he pulled his entire torso in. "There's some sorta door in the floor. Hold on." The spraying sound is heard again. "Right, I get it. You get gassed, then this chute down here opens up and drops ya' somewhere." He pulls himself all the way into the locker and braces his feet on the door, pushing. After a second the door burst open with a load bang as Jim falls backwards, plugging the chute and smiling. "Toss me that fire extinguisher, would ya'?" he asks.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

*Double post*

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Three more hard strikes didn't seem to do any more to loosen the lock. "Thanks." He called back. He really didn't want any teacher catching him at this. Damaging school property? That could get him expelled, but he was sure there was someone in there. After a forth strike proved to do nothing, he took the extinguisher in both hands and stabbed it with all his might at the middle, beating in the door and forming an opening around the edge.

He put the fire extinguisher on the ground and squeezed his head into the small opening he'd created. "This ain't no normal locker." He said, his voice a muffled echo from with. "There's all sorts of doodads in here, like a big ol' metal arm and-" there's a spraying sound and Jim starts coughing as some sort of gas seeps from the hole. "Some sorta sprayer. Might be a poison or somethin'." He pulled his head from the opening, still hacking and waving a hand in front of his face. "But if someone was pulled in there they're long gone." He says, taking a deep breath.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Slendy said
Zed shook Jim's hand." Zed Meyers." He examines the roof. " Hey on the way to class maybe we could check the locker again." Zed states walking down the stairs towards the locker him and Jim was attacked by those other trash bins from earlier.

"That's exactly what I was thinkin'. I swear I heard someone in there, and I think they were pulled, or thrown in there by a robot or something." Jim says as they pass a line of students headed for the auditorium. "Here, It was this one." He points out a locker near where they were taken and, not even thinking twice, slams the lock with the fire extinguisher to try and break it open.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

"I hear that." Jim replied. "If I find out who's responsible for this, I'm 'bout ready to crawl down their throat and give 'em an inside-out ass kickin!'" Jim quickly glanced down at his watch and let out a groan. Class had started without him. "Welp, now I am ready."

He made for the door, "C'mon. I'll bet anything that that weird locker had something to do with it." Then he stops, and turns back toward Zed as though he'd just remembers something. He bends down and extends his hand. "Name's Jim, by the way. Slim Jim Bacon."

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

It was the sun that woke him up.

Even in the morning the thing was bearing down on them like some sort of hateful eye, an eye that Jim felt was focusing all its attention on him. He didn't like the sun. It irritated his sensitive skin. Something about the chemicals had messed his genetics such that he could never get a tan, just a solid red burn and the possibility of cancer, but here it was actually a boon. The feelings of freezing and burning at the same time were so hard to reconcile that it was like a force start for his brain, waking him from cryosleep.

He stared out of his icy prison, his view of the world distorted by the sheet of it covering his eyes. It was impossible to even blink, and he was chilled to the bone even as the light that filtered through the ice fried his body. He had to get out of here, fast, or else he could take irreparable. So Jim started moving. Not a lot, but with a body as malleable as his even the tightest of situations allowed for some movement. Say, into and out of small air pockets between the ice and his skin. It wasn't much, it could hardly even be seen were one to look at him from the outside, but any movement is enough for friction. Friction, in turn, creates heat. It's one of the things he'd learned in science class.

Soon he felt icy wetness sliding over his body from the layer he had melted in the ice, what water didn't soak into his uniform pooling in around his shoes. It was enough room for him. Slowly he began to pull up his legs, up out of his shoes, sucking in his gut in order to fit them into the chest cavity of the ice outline. He pulled in his arms too, as well as his head, until he was compacted entirely into the chest area. It wasn't uncomfortable, even in this situation he had an amount of freedom.

The last part was simple compared to steps one and two. He had been blasted mid turn, one arm thrown out to the side. He steadied himself, found the hole leading to that arm, and shoved his entire self into it. The ice outline, its center of gravity already strange from being propped up on Jims long spindly legs, tipped due to the extra weight and shattered into a million pieces on the roof. Jim rolled and flopped like a tumble weed, coming to rest in the refreshing shade of the roof access door.

A trash can. He couldn't believe it. Almost done in by a trash can. He looked up and, for the first time, spotted the gas mask kid from before in the same situation. Pulling himself up on the wall he want inside to look for something. Rushing back out with the stairwell fire extinguisher Jim began carefully chipping the ice off of him. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm so sorry for getting you into this. Oh good lord am I sorry."

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Slendy said
Before Zed could teleport a random guy asked him about picking locks. "I don't even use doors......and no I don't know how to pick locks. I could try teleporting into the inside of the locker and opening it that way." Zed stated walking towards the teen.

demonspade64 said
Eve was watching her the schools camera when she noticed Slim was near on of her trash bots, Eve notice how big he was and wonder if she could get him in without braking his bones. She didn't want her kidnapping operation to be discover to quickly so she had one of her trash bot move to his location to attack him using a cryo-freeze ray.

"No, see 'cause I think there's someone already in there. I can hear 'em breathi-" he starts, but then hears something behind him as a raygun pops out of the top of that suspicious trash bin. He doesn't even have time to move as the ray strikes him, encasing his body in ice.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Hey Slendy, our characters are kind of mirrors of one another. That's pretty neat.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Slendy said
Zed stood on the roof of the school staring into the distance. "Why can't we go to school during the night?" He turned around and vanished into thin air. He reappeared inside the school and walk/teleported threw the school to pass the time or in other words skip his classes.

Jim felt a whoosh of air and turned to look as someone in a gas mask teleported into the hallway. At first he thought it was some kind of terrorist, until he realized he'd seen that guy a few times around the school before. Never in class, just hanging around. Probably a delinquent, but that was kind of what he needed right now. "Hey." he called out before the other guy could teleport again. "You know how to pick locks? I think someone's stuck in here." He says pointing to the locker.