Early in the morning...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty is roughly shoved into Room 212 and falls to the floor. He still has the black bag placed over his head and his hands are tied behind him.

He's not sure where exactly he was last night, and who it was who violated him in most private way did those things to him.

Luckily his door was left open, so if anyone would be nice enough to untie him, he'd greatly appreciate it.

Just don't expect him to talk about it.

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor happened to be walking down the hall on the second floor when he heard a loud thump. He rounded the corner and saw the door to room 212 was wide open. Curiously, he peered inside and saw the bound and hooded figure on the floor.

"Huh. I wonder what's up with this," he said, mostly to himself, nudging the body on the floor with his foot.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Several grunts come from the gagged and hoodded Marty. Whether or not they tranlate to "Help me! I'm tied up!" or a string of curses that would make a sailor blush would take a very trained ear.

Marty flails on the floor a little.

[demonbelthazor]

Crouching down, Belthazor pulled the hood off Marty's head. "What the hell happened to you, man?" he said, unable to hold back a laugh when he saw Marty's face. He loosened the gag.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty scowls.

"Let's just say I had a close encounter with the very uncomfortable kind. Think you could untie me? I can't feel my hands at the moment."

[demonbelthazor]

"Close encounter?" Belthazor repeated, still grinning. "Were you abducted by aliens?" He lowered his voice and added in a sympathetic tone, "Did they probe you? Do you want me to take you to the clinic?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory's just on her way to classes when she hears voices in the room that she knows is Marty's.

She sticks her head in. "Marty? Everything...oh. Um. Good morning."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Just wonderful.

Marty struggled trying to the plastic ties off his wrist.

"Hi Rory. Lovely day isn't it? Have you met Belthazor? Oh... And if it isn't too much trouble... Somebody untying me would be *nice*!"

Probed would be one way of putting it.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory arched a brow. She gave Belthazor a smile, and turned her attention back to Marty.

"Lovely day indeed. Why are you tied up?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What? Are you kidding me? *All* the kids are doing it these days. It's a thing. So... you know. How are you? Good. Great. Untie me."

[chasingangela]

"Cole? What's going on?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I just found him like this," Belthazor said, not registering immediately that she'd called him by his human name. "He said something about a close encounter. Alien abductions around this place wouldn't surprise me."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hi. Still tied up. No feeling in my hands. Feel free to untie me at any time. Really."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory rolled her eyes.

"Why are you tied up, Marty? I'll untie you when you answer that."

[chasingangela]

"He would get abducted by aliens," Angela muttered. "If anyone could find a way? It would be Marty."

She grimaces sympathetically. "Did you find him like this?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Um. Sitting right here. Aliens thing was sarcasm. Still tied up. Hello? Anyone listening?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Face down with a bag over his head," Belthazor said gravely. "It...wasn't pretty."

[chasingangela]

Angela has gone down to the second floor looking for Marty, who she hasn't seeen in ... too long.

The whole bound and gagged thing? Not what she expected.

"Marty -- Oh my god. Is there anything I can do?

Moving into the room...

[chasingangela]

Marty sits up wincing a little. "I'm fine. Whatever they did to me they did it so there wouldn't be any marks or lasting injuries. Almost like they worked for some secret government agency..."

Angela blanches. "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not." She holds otu a hand to Marty. "Come on. Let's get you out of the hall, at least."

Re: Moving into the room...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty takes her hand and pushes off against the bed to a standing position and limps toward the hallway.

"Whoever it was? They asked a lot of questions about what happened to Kitty. Apparently whoever didn't think I did it. Though I'm not sure I'd take the word of an interrogation expert."

Going for a walk...

[chasingangela]

[OOC: I misread the blocking on the original post. Please assume Angela asked Marty to go for a walk, rather than tried to move him into the room. Kthanxbye.]

Angela squeezes his hand, casting a worried eye on his limp. "Maybe it was the police? Pretty renegade for cops, though."

Then what he said fully registers. "They don't think you did it? But -- that's good news, isn't it? I mean, that whoever-it-was let you go?"

Re: Going for a walk...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I probably wouldn't be able to walk right now if they did think I did it." he says, gingerly making his way down the steps. He squeezes her hand back.

"How are you doing?"

Re: Going for a walk...

[chasingangela]

"I'm not the one who spent the night being interrogated, so ... you know. Pretty good, all things considered. Worried about you, though." She smiles, slightly. "But less than I was when I almost thought ... you know. Do you know why they let you go?"

Re: Going for a walk...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shakes his head. "No. I don't. After asking ceaseless questions they just stopped and I was thrown back into my room." Marty says noting Angela's concern.

"I'm okay though, all right? I've been through worse. In fact there was this one time this girl I was dating shot me in the butt. That *hurt*. Couldn't sit down for a week," Marty says in a light tone.

Re: Going for a walk...

[chasingangela]

Angela shakes her head. "You really never will let me forget that."

her eyes are soft as she looks at Marty. "Okay. I won't play 20 questions if you don't want to talk about it. But I'm not leaving you alone for the rest of the weekend, okay?" Her tone is playful, but there's a certain determination in the tilt of her chin.

[OOC: Slowplay this tomorrow, or end here. Your choice. Sorry for vanishing.]

Re: Going for a walk...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles and sighs. "Sorry. It's just I know how crazy things have been around here and at home for you lately. The last thing I want to do is burden you with my own crazy stuff that's been happening to me. You know?"

Admiring the determination of her tilted chin, he adds "But I'm all for having you with me for every second this weekend."

[OOC: Slowplay is good.]