tampered | (no subject)

When; October 25; after midnight
Rating; N/A - as creepalicious as you would like
Characters; A slender man + This post is OPEN to anyone who is planning on having their character kidnapped to Hell. If you have any questions as to whether or not your character should be here, feel free to contact a mod!
Summary; He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you have been bad and need punished for it.
Log;

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you are not alone. Whether watching you from the shadows of a tall building or lurking from behind a twisted gate in the nearest park, sinner beware because you're in for a scare. If you try to focus on this tall, long-armed man dressed in an impeccable suit, you'll find that he is forever haunting your peripheral; however, should you be so bold as to turn your back, the dark cover tossed over your head and the restraints bolted over your arms can only be the consequence of your own inaction.

You really should've run when you still had the chance.

ooc; Okay, hi guys. This post, as stated in the Characters portion up above, is for characters who are going to be kidnapped to Hell. Slender Man here will be doing that kidnapping, and as he typically approaches people by creeping up on them like a creeper, your characters are free to feel as if they are being watched during a walk home or even from their own closet. It doesn't matter! Just remember that this is only for characters who are getting kidnapped to Hell, and you don't necessarily have to comment here and play something out for that to happen. Characters going to Hell will be hunted down/knocked unconscious/whatever (and still have their devices) if that is what you planned on.

Also, I will definitely try my hardest to tag everyone who does comment to this, but I apologize in advance if not every comment can be gotten to. If I don't get to a comment, then please feel free to assume an NPC interaction (or if you want to do that just in general, that is okay, too). Later there will be a log for what follows after your character is knocked down and taken, but in the meantime do have fun and if you have any questions at all, don't hesitate to ask! ♥

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It's a perfectly nice fall morning. On the chilly side, maybe, but crisp and clean and beautiful. This, however, does very little to ease Penny's nerves as she walks to work. Since waking up, she has had the distinct--and distinctly discomforting--feeling that someone was watching her. She even thought she had seen someone in the apartment stairwell. Penny hopes that she's just imagining things. Maybe it's nothing more than residual nightmares. Hopefully.

She reaches the square. There, by the fountain! It's the same figure Penny had seen in the stairwell! He seems to vanish, however, as soon as she tries to focus on him. No, she's imagining things. There's nothing following her. She's just a little jumpy after the nightmares, that's all.

Approaching the Welcome Center, she fumbles for her keys, back turned to whatever apparition might be following her.

Making coffee, Derek does it every morning in the kitchen of the beach house he shares with Mercy, Reid and Rebecca. A mundane and yet necessary task as he tends to function better after at least one cup, preferably three or four. He still needs to get a shower before he heads into the city to work on the youth center he and Xander are building.

Closing the top of the coffee maker, he presses the on button so that the tell-tale signs of coffee brewing fill the kitchen. He leans against the kitchen counter and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting patiently as he does on most any normal day for that first cup to be ready.

A tickle at the back of his neck forces one hand up to rub at that spot. He looks up, expecting to see one of his housemates entering the kitchen. When no one was there, he moved to the window to look out before moving out to the porch. He hates this feeling, the feeling that something isn't right when you can't pin point what that something is. But that's all Derek knows; something isn't right.

Penny is right: there has been a tag-along following her for the better part of the morning. Disappearing around corners, riding revolutions around the carousel, always just spotted out of the corner of an eye. There is no real thought to the process. More than anything, the stalking is just part of the game, a way to draw out the tension.

But all good things must come to an end, and once Penny's back is turned it's only a matter of time before the blow to the head comes and she's bound for the chariot that will take her down below. The suited man moves quickly, efficiently, leaving no room for error or evidence.

That does depend on your perception of right, because for the tall man hidden just beyond the doorway, somehow managing to blend in with the scenery despite the colors and contours of the suit that he wears. The sound of rolling waves does a good job of masking any sort of approach, though he doesn't actually make one, not yet.

Instead he waits, just one moment, just long enough to be glimpsed and discarded as a trick of the light.

He sat in the middle of his training area in his apartment meditating, his mind trying to find a sense of calm from the creeping unease he had felt since waking. Huey had no idea what it was that was causing him feel that way, unlike with the return of a certain crotchety old man's soul in his world. Thus, he decided that attempting to center himself was the best course of action. He opened his eyes and exhaled slowly as he began to look around the room when his instincts was screaming for him to check in the corner behind him. Doing so the boy was somewhat relieved that nothing was there, but the sensation that something horrible was lurking around the corner still remained within him.

Huey stood and straightened out his clothes and moved to exit his training area.

Although instinct might be saying to check the corner, upon any further inspection there is nothing there. As a matter of fact, there is nothing in any corner or closet in the entirety of Huey's apartment. Everything is where it should be, as it should be; however, closer examination of the trees just beyond the windows might inspire a pause. He might be hard to see, but there is a tall, thin man dressed in black among the leaves, waiting for Huey to step outside.

Which exactly was what the boy was preparing to do. Huey had slipped on a orange windbreaker and then proceeded to stretch for a short while before stepping out of his apartment and locking the door behind him. With a small huff, he broke off into a light jog.

Huey is followed for the duration of the jog. Not by telltale footsteps behind him, trying to keep up, but by the same strange shadow in the bushes, lingering in doorways. There's no point in rushing the chase - everyone gets where they are meant to go at some point in time - and so the suited keeps his careful distance, still waiting for an untied shoelace, still watching for Huey to take a break.

This would be the second night since he left to stay in the woods, Tyr mentally noted as he looked idly at the fire he had built to keep warm - not that it was doing a particularly good job at this time of year and this time of night. It wasn't as if he sleeping outside was new to him. In fact, hadn't it only been a few weeks since he was forced to sleep near the beach with Kanone? The little sounds of the wild shouldn't start to bother him now.

It was entirely illogical, and he knew it even as he gripped his staff close to him. Right, no matter who or what managed to find him now, he could defend himself. The tension and worry he felt was entirely unfounded. Right.

The Slender Man would have to wait almost half an hour before the boy comes to a stop. Wiping the sweat away from his brow, he begins to stretch out his back muscles before stopping to lean against a street light. Huey feels as though he should keep moving but he fights the feeling and just continues to rest his body.

The nameless man watching Tyr from the shadows of fallen trees and thick underbrush had little to no reason to fear any sort of weapon. Too fast for any sort of technology to adequately pick up and too careful for the senses to be totally tuned into, he slips among the undergrowth with long legs and arms reaching to pick Tyr away from the fire, carry him off into the night.

Patience is a virtue, and the man still following after Huey has enough of it to follow him even longer than necessary. He keeps to hiding in plain sight, head bent at an angle and long fingers straight and narrow at his sides. Just as Huey bends to stretch, the slender man seizes opportunity and uses both long arms, wrapping around the small boy until there's little choice left but to pass out.

Without anyway to know what to expect - or if he should even expect anything - Tyr simply continued trying to convince himself that there was nothing that threatening moving in the darkness.

That was the case until he actually felt those limbs touching him, and suddenly the fear he had been trying to subdue turned into panic. Even if the nameless man has no need to fear weapons, Tyr still tries to strike at his limbs. "Flail" might be a better word for it than "strike", though.

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