Liah Rainey (phasedthrough) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-06-13 08:43:00 |
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A Mission
Who: Liah and Coyote
When: late morning
Where: the eighth floor, random empty hotel rooms
Liah was a woman on a mission, and the reason she'd chosen the eighth floor for her purposes was twofold: she hadn't scavenged in the empty rooms on this floor before, and when she'd been down to the lobby earlier on her way back from getting herself some breakfast, she'd noticed that there was only one key missing from the board for floor eight. She could have taken the keys to access the rooms, but why should she? She didn't exactly need keys to gain access, after all.
802 had yielded absolutely nothing, certainly not what Liah was looking for, and she knew it was possible that somebody had already gone through the stuff in this room. After one last pass with her little flashlight, Liah decided to move on to the next room. She stepped through the closed door and jerked back as she realized that she'd run into someone in the dark hallway. "Shit!" she grumbled, her heart pounding, raising her flashlight to see who it was.
Once they had gotten back from their little mission, Coyote had gone straight to his room to chillax. Even if he hadn't really done anything to help the rescue attempt (it was really hard to top a guy ripping the roof off the mall) the walk to and from was kind of tiring. But God, it was so disappointing he didn't get to do anything... He wanted to beat shit up, damnit! He wanted to prove his worth.
He was laying on his bed with his hands behind his head when he heard some movement outside his room.... which was weird, because the eighth floor was like...his lair. Coyote opened the door and peeked his head out to see who dared trespass, stepping out and raising his arms to be all big and scary, "Trespassers pay with their life!" He boomed.
Of course it would be Coyote, Liah thought. He was like a booby trap, set to go off wherever she went some days. "Seriously?" she asked after she'd backed up a little and scanned him up and down with her flashlight. "What're you gonna kill me with, those skinny fingers of yours?" What was it about the dude that amped her snark to its highest level? The weirdest thing was that she couldn't even have said she disliked him or anything like that-- he was just fun to mess with.
"Where's your crowbar?" she asked with a sweet smile, then turned to approach the door to 803. She would not be denied in her search, if she had to search every damned vacant room in this hotel-- and maybe some that weren't, technically, vacant.
Coyote lowered his arms and put his hands in his pockets. "I fucking wrangle bears to the ground with these fingers. Big Monster bears." Because those were the only ones that existed nowadays. He wasn't sure if he was trying to be silly with her, or if he was still doing the whole mad thing.... probably a little of both. She grated on his nerves, but he wasn't going to show her that.
"In my room," he replied easily, casually strolling up next to her to follow her around. ...he wanted to be a pain in the ass, what?
"Monster bears," Liah mused. "Actually, what would've happened at the zoo when everyone turned to mutants or superheroes? Can you imagine a giraffe turning into a big old monster?" The boy was just full of braggadocio, wasn't he? It was most likely nicer to put it that way than what she really thought he was full of sometimes. Her eyebrows arched a bit in her surprise that he was apparently going to accompany her, but she didn't comment. Was having company on the creepy, dark floor of a huge hotel such a bad thing? Plus it was dark and foggy out today.
Oh man, if Coyote knew that she'd thought of him as a boy he would've been ready to flip some tables. Because he wasn't a boy, damn it! He was nineteen, he had a job, he kicked ass and took names. He was a man. He wasn't a little kid, and she wasn't allowed to judge, especially since she didn't look that much older than he did anyway!
But luckily, she hadn't said it out loud, and tables were spared.
A monster giraffe would be kinda terrifying with its long neck... monster whip neck!
"Or a monster squirrel?" He grinned.
Liah tended to think of any male under the age of about 25 as a boy; it wasn't anything derogatory. If she'd known how Coyote felt about it though, she might've called him a boy out loud just to see him flip his shit. She could be irritating that way. Luckily for both of them right then, she didn't know, so she just carried on with the conversation. "There's probably monster anything, any kind of animal that didn't die when everything happened. A squirrel'd be a lot easier to deal with than a giraffe, maybe." Squirrels were cute, too, although their monster counterparts might not be.
Ha, he could follow her in. It would have amused her if he'd had to knock on the door and demand that she open it if he'd been set on coming with her. She shone her flashlight around until its beam located a suitcase plopped in the middle of the unmade bed. She headed straight for it. "I'm looking for something," she said when he asked what she was doing. She could have said something smart-ass like hang-gliding, but she didn't. She began ransacking the interior pockets of the bag, pulling things out and leaving them where they lay.
Fighting a monster animal would be kind of sweet. Like a monster lion or a monster tiger. If regular tiger fighting was considered manly, just think about how many points monster tigerfighting would earn you. Hmm. Maybe he had to put that on his list of things to do...
And man, Coyote would've hated if he had to ask anything of her. He'd rather kick down the door and bust his foot than have her open it for him. "Yeah, like what?" He asked, sitting on the side of the bed, watching as she opened it. Not that he really cared...sort of. He couldn't help having a curious nature!
Liah was sitting on her knees in the middle of the messy bed going through the suitcase, and when Coyote sat down, she shone the flashlight in his direction like a spotlight, going around and around and around his head. Because she felt like it. Then she snickered and turned the light back to her incredibly important task. Well, it was important to her. "Rubbers," she said. Liah Rainey definitely wasn't the type of girl to get embarrassed about something like that. It was just practical. They were both grown-ups here, right? "I'm kinda not thinking I'm gonna find them in this suitcase," she said dryly, fishing out an enormous pair of granny panties and holding them up for his inspection.
What, seriously? Who the hell was she sleeping with!? Not that he cared about the details, it was just the idea in general that there was someone that wanted to that bothered him. Like...God, he felt like he lost a match in their little war. He was a teenager damn it-- getting laid was an important thing in life, even post-apocalypse. And if someone that frustrated you got some and you didn't, that hurt your pride.
Pffff...it's not like he was going to go around asking for sex or anything, he wasn't a manslut.... but still. "Sexy." Coyote smirked at the undergarment. "Maybe you can save those for the pre-game warmup," he shrugged.
"Ew." Liah wrinkled her nose at him. "These are a total hard-on killer... didn't you look at them? You could fit three or four of me inside these." She waved them around and then abruptly threw them at Coyote. She'd emptied out every niche and cranny of the suitcase by now and hadn't found what she wanted; she wondered if it would be worth the effort to look in the bathroom. Sometimes people kept those in their toiletry kits. She was absolutely going to die if she couldn't find condoms anywhere on the eighth floor. Surely somebody who'd been staying here'd been planning to have some sex during their trip. She crawled toward the end of the bed, figuring before they left this room and went to the next, she could at least look.
Ugh. Getting stranger's underwear thrown at him was not high on his list, as he quickly shrugged it off back onto the bed. "Could always hit up a drugstore or something." Coyote suggested. Though, he wasn't really sure if she really wanted sex that much. Stepping out into the world of monsters and shit for a fun night seemed kind of extreme.... but hey, he wasn't gonna judge. If he could find someone he wanted to sleep with, he would definitely consider that option... Also, it would've given him an excuse to go outside and try to kill monsters and stuff.
Liah was busily shining the flashlight on all the bathroom counter space, seeing if there was a toiletry bag to be found. Pfft, all it had in there, she discovered, was tons of makeup and a first aid kit and those strips you put on your nose so you wouldn't snore. Useless. She turned to walk back out into the room. "That means going outside, and outside's annoying," she said loftily. There was no way in hell she'd ever admit to Coyote that she'd been scared to death when she'd gone out with Rowan in the direction of the mall, him flying, her riding Verity's cycle. It had been horrible, and no, she absolutely didn't want sex that much. Almost that much, but not quite.
"Nothing here," she said. "Let's hit the next room." She headed for the locked connecting door to 804, taking it as a matter of course that he'd come with her.
Pfff. Fine. If she'd rather go on without getting laid. Coyote highly doubted there was absolutely no protection in the hotel though. Seriously, it was a hotel. In modern day!...actually, a lot of people would probably be stupid enough not to wear any. So maybe it wasn't that unlikely, hmmm...
He got up and followed after her, his hands locked behind his head. "So what're you gonna do if you can't find any?" Not that he cared. He was more just talking for the sake of talking at the moment. "Could always think of repopulating the world as an option."
As Liah entered 804 by phasing through the connecting door, she was startled to find herself walking through a chair, as well. "Who the hell put that there?" she mumbled. "Wow, this room looks like a rock star trashed it." Stuff was scattered everywhere, furniture was overturned, and the bedspread was flung over the curtain rod, providing a double cloth barrier over the window. There were several canvas, zip-up suitcases next to the bed, and she immediately began ransacking them. "If I can't find any, I guess I'll keep looking," she said. Her nose wrinkled at his comment about repopulating the world. "I'm nineteen. I'd almost rather go outside and let one of those monster things eat me as to have a baby." She couldn't even imagine. Someday, maybe, if the world ever got anywhere near safe again. Maybe.
Coyote slinked underneath the doorway and popped up by the window, poking his head around the curtain. "Maybe if you're lucky, this was where a rock star was staying." After all, rock stars got laid all the time. That was the stereotype, wasn't it? He strolled over and plopped down in the misplaced chair, leaning back on its hind legs, watching Liah as she continued her search. "If there aren't any, I doubt anyone has the power to conjure up condoms." Because that would be the lamest superpower ever.
"Maybe," Liah said. "I dunno why a rock star would wanna stay at the Aletheon... maybe they didn't want anyone to recognize them?" Admittedly, it had once been a luxury hotel, especially compared with most of Detroit, but still. She was actually finding a few items she'd want in this suitcase, and she set them in a little pile off to the side; she saw no reason to leave perfectly good stuff just lying around if it was something one of them could use. She snickered at his next statement, shoving the first suitcase aside and reaching for the second one. "Yeah, I doubt it. 'Hey, what's your special ability?' 'Me? Oh, I can pull condoms from thin air.' If it was me, I'd say I couldn't do anything."
Coyote shrugged. Who knew? Rock stars were weird. They all did too many drugs and got themselves all fucked up.
The clothing was neatly rolled up in the suitcase, most likely to conserve space, and Liah almost felt bad about disarranging the perfection of the previous owner's packing. Except yeah, they were either dead or a mutant right now, so it didn't matter. She was about to give up hope when she reached into the interior pocket where most people stuffed panties and socks and found a cloth jewelry carrier and a makeup kit. She unzipped the latter and dumped it out, then pulled out a connected strip of six Trojan packets. "Score!" she exclaimed, holding it up for Coyote to see.
"Saw a video on the internet once where a guy pulled a condom over his head and blew it up like a balloon." ...man, Coyote missed the internet. So much good shit that was lost now because of this power outage bull. "Wished our school had taught us about safe sex that way."
He was trying to be good, honest! Maybe he was just mellowing out around her. It'd be exhausting to be constantly revved up and pissed off when they were around each other. She hadn't done anything to piss him off yet. (Even though he was kind of trying to get on her nerves....but not reaaaally trying...) So far they were just two snarky people making snarky conversation.
He smirked at her excitement. "So glad you're getting laid tonight. Hope these walls aren't too thin."
"I used to steal my brother's and blow 'em up like that, or else make water balloons out of 'em. It made him so pissed." Liah carefully folded the perforated strip in half and put it in the front pocket of her cutoff shorts, not wanting to risk losing track of them. She quickly turned her gaze back to the suitcase, not wanting to think about Jensen, who was either dead by now or might as well be. She shook out a tank top to examine; it was a deep rose pink with thin shoulder straps. Pretty. She added it to the pile of things she was taking out of here.
She smirked when he commented on her potential plans for the evening. She might or might not, depending on how Rowan's back was, where Juny was at the time, any number of variables. But if not tonight, soon, she hoped. "Considering I'm on twelve and you're on eight, I don't think you have much to worry about. Unless you plan on listening outside the door or something. Perv."
Coyote held up his hands, "Yup, totallyyyy caught me." He joked. Because seriously why would he want to do that? That was wrong, man. So wrong! Oh. That was another thing that the internet had lots of. Porn.
"I think I have better things to do, at any rate." ...well, not really. There wasn't much else to do, but he'd rather do nothing than be a creeper. "You know, like counting how many stairs there are in the building, or how many tiles are in the kitchen." Exhilarating. Really. It was.
Liah stood up and moved to the bed to get a pillowcase in which to carry her loot, and she turned the light of her little flashlight on Coyote when he smarted off about the better things he had to do. "If you get bored of that, you could count the number of light switches in the building," she said helpfully. "There's a bunch of them." She loaded up her pillowcase and then stretched, the flashlight's beam dancing wildly as she did. "Or the number of doorknobs. That could take awhile."
"Wouldn't figuring out how many rooms were in the building be easier?" Coyote pondered aloud. He set the chair's feet flat on the floor and stood up, stretching. "I think I might have to try to find some entertainment in this hotel... like a board game or something." He shrugged. Or it might be kinda cool to venture out and see what he could find out there... it was such balls that they could have whatever they wanted right now, but they couldn't take any of it because there were crazy assholes out there, or killer monsters.
"Bet I could school you at Candyland." He smirked.
"I was six the last time I played a board game," Liah remarked. Video games yeah, computer games,definitely. Board games, really? "There might be some moldy ones down in the storage room." As far as she'd seen, there was all kinds of crap down there, some lame and some useful, and there could be games mixed in with it. She rolled her eyes at his mention of Candyland and said, "No thanks. I bet Juniper'd play with you though. She might even let you win." She gave him a wicked grin and headed for the front door of this room, so she could walk into the hall and then over to the next room to plunder.
Pfft. Yeah,so what!? Board games were for all ages, damnit. Monopoly?It's a game about dominating the economy, and becoming some kinda greedy fat head kingpin. And Risk was a game about taking over the world! Those were not board games for six year olds.
Coyote frowned and followed her into the next room. "Fine, when I find something cool I'm not gonna share with you," he taunted, sticking his tongue out. Was that true? To be honest, he wasn't sure. She got on his nerves and made him rage inside, but he wasn't a guy with a mean streak...most of the time.
"That's okay, you don't have to," Liah told him, unruffled. He was so easy to annoy, which was part of what made him so much fun to hang around with. Thus far, she could count on him getting miffed at her in any given conversation; it remained to be seen as to whether she could get him mad enough to stalk away. "I didn't share with you." Hell yeah, the rubbers were hers, all six of them. She put a hand on her hip and stared at him with an arched eyebrow. "You better put that back in your mouth unless you're planning on using it," she told him of his tongue, then whirled around to hunt for suitcases and to look in drawers.
...hrmph. Fine, she could play it all cool now, but when he found something super cool that she wanted, then they'd see!
"What'th that thuppoth to mean?" He mumbled, his tongue still sticking out. Was a little hard to enunciate eating his tongue, but whatever. He was half doing it to be silly, half doing it to see what she'd do, and half doing it to see if it'd annoy her. Wait. Was that too many halves? Ah, fuck math.
Liah snickered. "What do you think it means? People who stick their tongues out are either four years old or are planning to do something with 'em." Not that she was proposing anything off-color, certainly, but it was entertaining to tease him. "Too bad theA/C isn't working... we could get it really cold and see if your tongue would stick to it." She was randomly opening drawers and not finding anything except a Yellow Pages and a hard-backed Bible. Maybe nobody had been staying in this room? Shining her flashlight beam around, she didn't see anything out of place in here.
What. Coyote could only think of one thing people did commonly that involved tongues. And he wasn't gonna do that. In fact, he would rather... "Are you telling me to lick you?" Because that would definitely be less weird in his book! ...not that he'd want to lick her. Or, he might just to antagonize her. Because he definitely wanted to do that. Hmm...
"'Cause if that's a challenge, I'm definitely up to it." What was that about not being a creeper, again?
There was nothing here to be taken, dammit. Liah shone her flashlight around one last time and then walked toward Coyote. "If you lick me, you're going to find my foot kicking its way up your ass. And that would make me really mad, because I hate having dirty feet." She gave him a Look, complete with arched eyebrows. "I know you think I'm hot, but you're just gonna have to control yourself." That would set him off, probably, she thought with amusement. She winked at him and turned to phase through the wall into the next suite. She would have teased him a bit more blatantly, but since she had a thing of sorts going with Rowan, she left it at that.
Hey, even though there wasn't really any hot water, Coyote still cleaned. This hotel was hella nicer than what he grew up with, and he was going to take advantage of that.
He opened his mouth to respond, but... he wasn't really sure how to respond. He couldn't disagree, because that was what she would've wanted. That would be walking right into her trap!And he couldn't agree, because that'd be siding with the enemy. He couldn't do that either!
...so he decided to close his mouth and not say anything.... Damnit! She won no matter what he did. What the hell!? Fuck. He couldn't think of anything witty, or sarcastic, or biting! Where was his verbal mojo!?Why did it decide to leave him now?
He stood by a wall, his back leaning against it and his arms crossed. Coyote was kind of pouting. Maybe a little. "I don't think you're hot." He grumbled. Which may or may not have been true, but he wasn't going to dwell on it long enough to figure out if he was lying or not.
Liah had halfway expected him not to follow her, but she didn't mind that he had. She just went about her business, which was investigating the suitcase that was neatly placed on a lightweight metal luggage rack at the end of the bed in this room. "Okay," she replied, sparing him a glance and forcing herself not to smile at the petulant way he was standing, arms folded all defensively. "Then what's your issue? Like boys instead? There's nothing wrong with that, you know." Humming under her breath, she shone the light into the now-open suitcase.
"I'm not gay!"Coyote growled. God, she was so...so frustrating. Fine. Fine! He would not fall for her mindfuckery anymore. He could play it cool. He could turn this around!Two could play at this game, damnit! ...maybe!
"What would it matter if I did anyway, aren't you getting it someplace else already?" He asked, glancing up at the ceiling. Oh God what was he doing, what would feigning interest do? Maybe ...maybe throw her off!?Or would she just take it in stride and continue the whole cocky business like she had been...Arghh!
That's okay. He could do this! Totally.
Liah smiled, but her back was to him so he couldn't see it. She'd probably look like just a silhouette to him with how dark it was in here; the curtains in this room were open, but it was so cloudy outside. "It doesn't matter," she said calmly, "and yes, I'm going to be getting it from someone else at the earliest opportunity." She tossed a handful of pantyhose to the floor, then a couple of completely grandma-type shirts. "I was just making conversation, since you're here and not really looking for stuff yourself."
Okay, so that wasn't entirely true. She was really trying to irritate the stuffings out of him, and she thought she was at least partially succeeding.
Coyote frowned and peered at her, sinking into the ground and traveling up next to her, leaning against a wall nearby her with his arms still crossed. "Well alright then. I'm glad for you." ...not really, he didn't really care either way, but he was going to take all of this in stride! He was going to be cool about this. He was a cool guy.
...but it did bother him that he didn't get the response he wanted. Why did she dismiss him so easily, damnit!? "It's you that's missing out," he said, looking off to the side. Cough,cough instigation.
The blending-with-the-shadows thing was still a cool trick, not that Liah'd admit that to him. Why did it seem so important that she not give him the least bit of satisfaction? Heh. In any respect, apparently. "I'm glad, too," she replied, taking care not to jump when he materialized right next to her. "You have no idea, really." A week or so ago, she'd so been ready to jump Older British Hottie, absolutely. Funny how things could change.
She turned her head to glance at him just as he looked away and told her that she was missing out. "I'm sure I am, pumpkin," she said, her tone almost exaggeratedly consoling. "But see, I can't be doing two guys at the same time, 'cause that'd make me a skank. Soooo..." She trailed off, pulling out a...girdle? "Ew, seriously?" she muttered, putting it down as quickly as if it might give her old people cooties.
Of course any mention of a threesome automatically drove Coyote's mind to the gutter (not that it had a far distance to go) but no. No he was not going to be thinking about it in any detail at all, because one, Another guy?No. And number two? This girl? Also no. He was not going to do anything with her. Ever!He will taunt and talk big, but no. Not ever!
...not that she seemed like she wanted to at any rate, which was just. Argh!
"Aw, well you'll never be a skank to me, angel." He replied sarcastically. "Always in my heart as the best." He thumped a fist on his chest.
Liah would have snorted laughter if she'd realized Coyote interpreted her words to mean two guys together in a bed with her at the same time. She'd meant two guys in general, like one one night and one the next. Even in her sluttiest days she'd never done a threesome. That'd be peculiar. But she didn't know he thought that, so she went on about the business of seeing if there was anything salvageable in the suitcase. She giggled at his next declaration. "Damn, I am impressive! You never even did anything with me and you know I'm the best, anyway. Now that's talent." She knew he was being sarcastic, of course, and she deliberately misinterpreted his words as a compliment.
"Pff. If you want to be the best, then you have to prove it." Coyote said, laying down his rule. "Until then, I think you're about as good as a pair of awkward kids doing it in their parents' car." Or public bathroom. Or movie theatre. Or those mall elevators that were intended for mall staff only....y'know, wherever. He'd heard a lot of wild stories.
"I just meant you could always come to good ol' Coyote if the world is ever being particularly cruel to you, and you might want to shed some tears." He shrugged. Which would also count as losing their bet, by the way!
"Oh, I plan to prove it," Liah said breezily. "Just not to you." She wasn't perturbed about him implying that she might not be all that. In that area, she usually had confidence to spare, and when that fell short, she was pretty good at fronting. "Anyone doing it in a car anywhere around here might end up eaten by creepy mutants," she pointed out. "So I'll pass on that." She was having a fantastic time twisting his words around, knowing exactly what he meant but choosing to pretend she thought they meant something else. She shot him a glance when he said she could come to cry on his shoulder or whatever. "You wish that would happen," she said. "I wouldn't count on it though."
"Sounds dangerous. Kinky." Coyote smirked at her comment about getting eaten by mutants while having sex in a car. "I think I might have to put it on my list of things to do," he thought aloud, pretending to check something off a list. "If you ever change your mind, you know where I'm at. And don't worry, I'll protect you, baby cakes." Pssh, if she was going to twist his words around, he'd roll with it. He was a pretty flexible guy.
"Yeah, I dream about holding you in my arms at night," he made a move towards her, holding out his arms for a big Coyote hug.
"Heeeey, that'll serve two purposes," Liah said brightly. "You'll finally get some, and you won't be around to aggravate me anymore." She didn't, of course, really mean that. She wouldn't wish anything bad on him, certainly not death as a meal for a creepy monster thing. She huffed out a sigh and let the suitcase fall closed; there was nothing interesting in it at all. At least she'd already found what she'd been looking for. She rolled her eyes and added, "The day I need you to protect me'll be the day you and me are the only two people left on earth... and I have two broken legs." Ooooh, burn.
She grinned and headed in his direction when he said he dreamed of holding her in his arms. It almost seemed as if she was going to take him up on his offer for a hug... but then she punched him in the bicep. "Keep dreaming, goofball," she told him, then bumped his shoulder with hers. He was all right, as annoying as he could be. Entertainment meant a lot these days.
Hey, what'd she mean finally, it's not like he was on some kind of dry streak or anything!
Not that he'd admit it to her, anyway...
"Sooo meaaan," he mock whined. Not that he really cared... sort of. Coyote wasn't really sure what kind of relationship they had. He guessed she could be alright when she wasn't treating him like a dumb little kid...
"Y'know, I has shitty math, but you and me being the last people on Earth is actually a lot more likely than it used to be." He pointed out. "Wouldn't that be great? I'd get to bug you all day," he grinned happily.
"Dreams're meant to come true," Coyote replied easily. Not that he wanted this one to. No way. Not that it was even a dream.
His fake whining made her roll her eyes. "If you cry, you lose our bet," she pointed out. "Might wanna keep that in mind." Not that she thought he would or anything. She felt that he probably enjoyed their contentious banter as much as she did, even if neither of them would admit it. She swung the pillowcase from one hand as she replied to his question. "No, it wouldn't be great. It'd be depressing. Because there you'd be from first thing in the morning 'til last thing at night, with your blah, blah, blah. Ohmigod." She smirked. "I might have to kill myself to get away from you. But no, wait, that'd mean you'd win, so I couldn't do that."
Liah poked him with the hand that held the flashlight. "So I think I'm done with this. I have what I came for." Meaning she was about to head out.
Pfft, Coyote wasn't gonna cry! He wasn't a crier. He only cried manly tears, and not being able to hold Liah was not deserving of manly tears. Ever.
He grinned, "You'd be stuck with me 'til the end of your life, and who knew how long that'd be?" God, that would be so fun! He'd love to be able to aggravate the shit outta her.
"Alright. Have fun. Or... whatever. Y'know." He held up his hands innocently. He wasn't gonna think about it, damn it! That was weird. Despite starting off wanting to annoy her, and kind of frustrated at her, he had a pretty fun time stalking her around being... him. God, this was starting to get confusing. You can't hate someone and have fun with them! Fffffff, life always had to be a bitch, din't it.
"Bye, sweetie." He smirked, backpedaling and blowing a kiss in her direction before slinking under the door.
Boo. Now what was he gonna do?