The air was damp, cold, foreboding- perfect for a wax game. Jason had planted black blood on the walls of the building when he learned Kinjo was possibly alive. Well it wasn't blood but it was a substance he made, made to symbolize blood. He looked to the storm as the power was cut and sighed. Shirtless and in shorts he walked into the hall, holding a dark wax candle. He went into Kinjo's room and shut the door slightly, setting the candle down on the floor he took a bowl and set his finger tips inside. The black substance pooled into the bowl. Removing his hands he crossed his legs. Closing his eyes as he set his palms on the floor. Whispering softly the liquid bubbled and seeped out of the bowl. Branching out in a web like way, all the while Jason muttered. The webbing sewed itself together and he opened his eyes, staring with soft blue eyes into the dim candlelight. The liquid webs formed words as he stared ahead, each dripping out like they were on a wall. They they soaked into the floor and vanished. The bowl was clean and empty and the candle blown out. Jason then laid on the bed he at times shared with Kinjo. Curling up for a nap.<br/><br/>James growled and walked into the building. He was glad there was no lights, meant no one would find him tonight or for a few days. As he shut he door and barricaded it the male head a gross slurping noise. Turning he stared into the dark. His eyes glowing bright, then he pulled out a small keychain flashlight, flashing it around he paused. Dropping the light he gulped. There on the wall in black liquid was words written "The Boogyman is coming James..." It scared him. He didnt even think on e of that being a warning from Jason. Shaking it off he went to find Kinjo. Wanting to take out his frustration on him. Each step was a whimpered one as well. It would take a while to get to Kinjo.