Hmph. Even in this supposed year of 2008 there's still the dilemma of vehicles breaking down...
Facilier had been impatiently waiting for the buses to start moving again, but one of them just had to be a stubborn case for the staff to fix. It was getting late, and the Bokor was feeling increasingly annoyed and smothered. Facilier was already missing those good 'ol trams back in New Orleans; at least he could get off and jump on another one if something went wrong.
Some other patients weren't as irritated by this mechanical inconvenience as Facilier was though. As the sun was dipping below the horizon, tension and dread was filling up the bus like a thick cloud of smog. The more Facilier observed the fear in some patient's eyes, the more his own aggravation eased into worry.
The shadows were stretching their ethereal fingers into every crack and crevice of the bus and with the spreading darkness came panicked whispers. The Bokor didn't like what few words he was catching, and it wasn't long before a deeply disturbing sound directed his attention towards a nurse standing near the driver's seat...
Screaming... Tearing of flesh... Scalpels and claws extruding out of the skin... The horror which played out before him strangled him inside, choking out any words he could utter as his remained petrified in his seat like a terrified rabbit frozen on the spot. Taking in quick, shallow breaths, Facilier's eyes did not waver from the excruciating sight he was witnessing; he had seen monsters at night before, but he never thought of where some of them came from in the first place! He couldn't imagine what that transmogrified woman was going through--
--and frankly, Facilier did not care to think for another second of it.
"MOVE!" Facilier sprung into action, twisting and shoving his thin body down the aisle towards the emergency door. "Either get yer rumps out that exit NOW or get outta my way!" he hollered. Good form and chivalry be damned!
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Facilier had been impatiently waiting for the buses to start moving again, but one of them just had to be a stubborn case for the staff to fix. It was getting late, and the Bokor was feeling increasingly annoyed and smothered. Facilier was already missing those good 'ol trams back in New Orleans; at least he could get off and jump on another one if something went wrong.
Some other patients weren't as irritated by this mechanical inconvenience as Facilier was though. As the sun was dipping below the horizon, tension and dread was filling up the bus like a thick cloud of smog. The more Facilier observed the fear in some patient's eyes, the more his own aggravation eased into worry.
The shadows were stretching their ethereal fingers into every crack and crevice of the bus and with the spreading darkness came panicked whispers. The Bokor didn't like what few words he was catching, and it wasn't long before a deeply disturbing sound directed his attention towards a nurse standing near the driver's seat...
Screaming... Tearing of flesh... Scalpels and claws extruding out of the skin... The horror which played out before him strangled him inside, choking out any words he could utter as his remained petrified in his seat like a terrified rabbit frozen on the spot. Taking in quick, shallow breaths, Facilier's eyes did not waver from the excruciating sight he was witnessing; he had seen monsters at night before, but he never thought of where some of them came from in the first place! He couldn't imagine what that transmogrified woman was going through--
--and frankly, Facilier did not care to think for another second of it.
"MOVE!" Facilier sprung into action, twisting and shoving his thin body down the aisle towards the emergency door. "Either get yer rumps out that exit NOW or get outta my way!" he hollered. Good form and chivalry be damned!
[To here.]