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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Mar 1, 2012 17:32:35 GMT -6
A gentle ocean breeze blew through Tony's hair as he basked in the sun's rays. He'd decided it was time for a change of pace after the harsh break up with this girlfriend. "Damn bitch." Tony muttered under his breath at the first thought of the two timing wench. After sipping at his drink to clear his head, he took a moment to survey the beautiful scenery before him.
Dozens of people had decided to occupy the beach that day, not that Tony minded. Most of them were of the female variety, which also helped to distract from his woes. One specimen in particular had caught his attention a few feet to his left, not that he'd bothered to make a move yet. He was sure she'd glanced his way a few times, but he was so damn comfortable that it was difficult to even move. All in due time, I've all the time I need right now.
His glass beginning to feel light, Tony mulled it over and decided now would be as a good as any to take a nap. Little did he know that trouble was brewing on the horizon........
So yeah it's short and somewhat clunky, but I'm trying to transition my writing from the present to past tense. It's going to be a painful ride, but I hope you'll bear with me for now.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Mar 14, 2012 16:29:55 GMT -6
I vote Z: Add things to vote for
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Post by Veta on Mar 15, 2012 14:23:02 GMT -6
I'm with Rai's Z.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Mar 21, 2012 14:57:50 GMT -6
A volley ball to the face abruptly wakes Tony from his nap, prompting him to lash out at thin air. He quickly grabs the ball in a show of athletic prowess, glancing around in a daze as he tries to regain his composure. " Hey! Can we get that back?" A blonde haired girl in a pink bikini calls from afar, impressed by his quick reflexes. "Sure, just watch where you're hitting it next time." He hits the ball back toward the group of vacationing teens before reclaiming his seat. Around mid afternoon, Tony has had enough of basking in the sun despite the view. "Time to go troll the bar." He leaps to his feet, dusting off the sand that had accumulated over the day. He eyes the Columbian beauty that has been resting a few feet away one more time as he passes by, pondering whether he'll chat her up if he returns later. (Here's a pic for anyone interested: 4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGvAbSJj-dE/TWC1roFHW3I/AAAAAAAAQFE/n3wlrSXgD9I/s1600/Sofia-Vergara-in-bikini-6.jpg ) The bar at the Twin Peaks resort is packed to the brim by the time Tony enters, occupied by patrons of all types. Tony was aware of how popular Twin Peaks resort is, but he had no idea this people chose to vacation here. There's gotta be well over a hundred people in here. Good thing there's so much space. Indeed, the almost cavernous room still contains enough space to house another few dozen people. Tony takes a seat at an unoccupied table on the outskirts of the bar, not bothering to watch the emergency broadcast telling of multiple violent crimes that have taken place in the vicinity of the resort. ".....there's apparently chaos in the city as a mob of crazed citizens attacks innocent bystanders. Once more, this is Rebecca Chang reporting live from Angel Grove. We'll be.....what? What do yo- Oh my god! Run! They're right arou-" A message proclaiming technical difficulties begins flashing onscreen, most of the bar's patrons oblivious to the encroaching danger. Though Tony came alone and this is only the first day of his vacation, he has no intention of spending it alone. He begins to scope the area for potential prospects. Most women in the area already have a man or two hovering around them, but Tony takes notice of a woman clad in a blue bikini sitting by her lonesome. (And the other lovely lady: www.clickceleb.com/pictures/10000/7416/146181.jpg ) She doesn't appear to be particularly interested in anything going on around her so maybe he has a shot. As he begins to plan the encounter though, the woman from the beach enters through a door nearby. Well hell, this is the kind of problem a man could get used to.With nothing better to do at the moment, Tony watches the women as he tries to come to a decision. Anthony Reddick Vitality: 100% Stamina: 100% Inventory: Smart phone (83% battery), room key Current time: 2:47 p.m. A) Find an excuse to converse with the woman from the beach, nobody else has approached her yet and she's just about to sit down near one of several bartenders throughout the area B) Take a seat near the woman in the blue bikini, she's engrossed by a book right now so approaching her shouldn't be too difficult C) Order a drink, Tony hasn't had very much to drink yet and it's time to cut loose for a change D) Answer his cellphone, he has no idea who could calling but it may be important E) Go back to his room and change clothes, swimming trunks were good for the beach, but Tony could do for a pair of jeans
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Apr 9, 2012 21:57:39 GMT -6
I say B.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 10, 2012 16:10:08 GMT -6
D I sai
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Post by Kong The Jester on Apr 10, 2012 16:10:23 GMT -6
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Post by Veta teh Outcast on Apr 10, 2012 17:06:46 GMT -6
I say B. Whoever's calling can wait, brah. For this ho, yo.
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Zomby Wulf
Experienced Survivor
I Only Do *Redacted*
Posts: 145
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Post by Zomby Wulf on Apr 10, 2012 18:54:45 GMT -6
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 12, 2012 2:56:43 GMT -6
Miss Columbia can wait another time, I'll probably have better luck with Miss Bookworm anyway. Ignoring the ringing phone in his pocket, Tony makes his way to the bar for a beer before taking a place at the woman's table. "One Coors please." The bartender, a man in his mid 30s wearing a black shirt and dark blue shorts, nods silently and reaches into a cooler, tossing Tony the drink before asking for payment. "Bill it to room 416, Tony Reddick." He shows the bartender his roomcard, who promptly makes a note on his pad. Tony pops the cap on his beer and takes drink en route to the woman's table, failing to notice the sickly appearance of the bartender as his eyes were on his target throughout the transaction.
With beer in hand and his confidence high, Tony casually takes a place at the woman's table. Her head remains glued firmly to the book, not even acknowledging Tony's presence. "If you don't mind me asking, what book are you reading?" Tony makes the first attempt at conversation. "Just a romance novel, it's nothing special." She doesn't blow him off completely, much to his relief. "Ah, I'm not much of a romance fan. I'm more into mysteries myself. Sherlock Holmes is a classic." Tony tries to bluff his way through her interests, not having read a book in well over a year.
"Sherlock Holmes, eh? And what other works of his author do you like? You do know who his author is, don't you?" She calls his bluff, placing her book on the table with a knowing look on her face. "Oh yeah, I'm sure.....," Tony contemplates going for a wild guess, but decides against as he surmises the truth will serve him better.
"Look, I'll be straight with you. I haven't read a good story in over a year and even then, I'm more into fantasy. You looked like you could use some company. I can tell when someone's trying to get away from a bad breakup." He tells her confidently, having read her posture and heard the overall tone in her voice. "Oh really? And what makes you think I'm going through such a thing?" She slams her book shut and looks him straight in the eye, practically giving herself away.
"Well, the first tip was your posture. People with a slacked posture are either going nowhere in life or dealing with a rough patch. And come on, a beautiful woman like yourself sitting her all alone? You wouldn't have a book with you if you were here with somebody and your reaction just now? It was a dead giveaway. I'm only saying something because I recently went through a bad breakup myself. It helps to have somebody to talk to." Tony leans back in his chair nonchalantly, hoping he has made a positive impact on the woman.
"I'll admit, I'm impressed you were able to get all that just from watching me read a book. What's your name, smart man?" She asks with a slight smile on her face. "Anthony Reddick but you can call me Tony. Everybody else does. And might I ask yours?" He replies. "Stephanie Everett. So Tony, where'd you learn to read people so well?" Stephanie inquires as an icebreaker.
"It comes with being a police officer. You have to know how to read people to find out whether they're telling the truth or not. I couldn't do my job otherwise." He says while taking a sip of his beer, half of it already gone from the first anxious minute of the conversation. "A man in uniform, that's pretty attractive you know. But you might want to slow down on the alcohol, it's still early." She remarks on his rapid drinking. "Sorry, I tend to overdo it when I'm nervous." Tony owns up to his problem rather than dance around it. "Ha, it's alright. It's been tough on me as well. I still can't talk to some men without becoming angry or a stuttering mess." She chuckles, the mood beginning to lighten between the two of them.
The conversation unfolds very smoothly, Tony finding out that Stephanie is from Atlanta and works as a nurse in a clinic. Though things have gone off without a hitch, a sudden frenzied encounter at the bar counter disturbs what would be an otherwise pleasant evening. As Tony is getting drink for Stephanie and himself, he finally notices how languid the bartender is. "Are you okay buddy?" He asks but is ignored as the man stares directly at the other woman Tony had his eye on.
He watches carefully as the bartender lurches forward slowly, the woman unsuspecting as she talks on her phone in a rapid Colombian accent. "No necesito esta mierda, usted debo ser el que está a disculparse a mí!" She shouts loudly into her phone, the bartender directly in front of her by this point. She sighs loudly before slamming her phone against the counter and calls for another margarita. The bartender merely moans in response and, without warning, reaches over and tries to pull her behind the counter.
"Oh mi dios, what are you doing?!" She squeals as the man has the advantage in strength and position. He succeeds in pulling her onto the counter, at which point he begins lowering his jaw towards her throat. "Somebody help me!" She screams desperately, barely keeping the delirious man at bay. All the while, Tony looks on in surprise, stunned out of pure awe at the random nature of the assault. He knows that somebody has to do something but has reservations about joining in the brawl.
Anthony Reddick Vitality: 100% Stamina: 100% Inventory: Smart phone (81% battery), room key, Beer bottle, shot glass Current time: 3:15 p.m.
A) Hit the bartender across the head with his beer, it should stagger him enough to let the woman down, at which point Tony can attempt to talk some sense into the man
B) Set the drinks down and reach for a barstool, the weapon will definitely give him enough power to knock the man aside, but he only has a few seconds to react
C) Allow somebody else to act, nobody else has made a move yet but hopefully they will or the woman is doomed
Z) Create your own answer
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Apr 12, 2012 5:20:39 GMT -6
B once moar.
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Zomby Wulf
Experienced Survivor
I Only Do *Redacted*
Posts: 145
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Post by Zomby Wulf on Apr 12, 2012 14:35:23 GMT -6
B
As In...
Barstool of Friendship [/b]
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Post by Gabe Bar on Apr 12, 2012 14:54:02 GMT -6
B
As In...
Barstool of Friendship [/b][/quote] Yes. This one.
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Sylar
Experienced Survivor
The Original Admin
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Post by Sylar on Apr 12, 2012 15:59:56 GMT -6
B
As In...
Barstool of Friendship [/b][/quote] Yes. This one.[/quote] Barstool of Friendship is always the correct choice.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 12, 2012 16:17:39 GMT -6
D
As In...
Die in a F iiiirrrreee [/b]
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 12, 2012 20:14:50 GMT -6
With no one else rushing to aid her, Tony quickly sets his drinks down and arms himself with a bar stool. "Get off her!" Tony shouts while swinging wildly, striking the bartender square in the temple. He rails backward from the powerful blow, slamming into an arrangement of liquors and alcohol. Strangely his only verbal reaction to the hit was yet another low moan despite blood flowing freely from the wound. "Come on, you're safe now." Tony helps the woman off the counter and shields her from the bartender, who is still writhing on the floor in pain. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Tony questions in a hostile tone. The bartender remains silent as he rises to his feet, his eyes completely glazed over as if there were no life left in them. "Are you on something? Answer me!" Tony questions once more, ready to use the bar stool again should the need arise. "I think there's something wrong with him." The woman whispers to Tony from behind. "That much is obvious." Tony replies. He urges the woman to take a step back as he approaches the bartender cautiously. "I think we need to get that wound looked at, I hit you a litt-" He is cut off by a vicious lunge on the part of the bartender, who nearly yanks him off his feet. "I don't think so." Tony growls forcefully, headbutting the man in response. He recoils from the unexpected strike only to be hit once again by the bar stool. A sick crack emanates from his skull, his head twisting to the side violently as he falls to the ground. His body remains limp for several seconds before drawing breath once again despite the now grotesque angle of his head. "What is this guy made of?!" Tony states nervously, his confidence shaken by the bartender's abnormal endurance. "I don't know, but he should be dead. No living man could survive with their head twisted that way." The woman remarks, taking another step back before bumping into a table. Tony backs away as well as the bartender moans loudly and climbs over the counter, seemingly eager to continue their brawl. "Hey man, there's no need violence. We can all get along." A man in bright red Hawaiin style shots attempts to intervene in the name of peace. "I'd step back if I were you, I don't think he's in the mood to be friendly." Tony tries to warn the man against getting any closer, but he continues to preach his ideals. "Come on bro, we're all the same in God's eyes." The man swings a blonde dread out of his eye in time to see the bartender bear down on him, his teeth sinking deep into the hippie's throat. The last thought to cross the hippie's mind is the ironic nature of his death, cursing the world for its repayal of his lifestyle. "Aaaagggh!" A ghastly wail fills the bar air, blood squirting forth in a viscous red stream as the bartender feasts on the man's flesh. "What in the fuck?!" Tony grabs the woman by the hand and pulls her back from the gruesome scene, placing several tables in between them before stopping. "Get off him now!" Two burly men affiliated with hotel security finally arrive on the scene and wrestle the bartender from the hippie's corpse, subduing him with multiple surges from a taser. They handcuff his hands together and escort him away from the bar, leaving the body so that it may be tended to by paramedics. A somber mood soon falls over the bar as Tony guides the woman to the table with Stephanie. "My god...are you okay?" Stephanie asks the woman, pulling a chair out for her to have a seat. "I'm fine, I think. He didn't bite me or anything, just managed to mess up my hair." She quips anxiously, shaken by the harrowing ordeal. "It's a good thing Tony stepped in when he did or else..." Stephanie lets the comment trail off, not meaning to appear insensitive. "But nothing happened to you. I'm sorry, we haven't even introduce ourselves. I'm Tony. Nice to meet you." He nods and takes a seat between the women. "I'm Stephanie Everett, pleasure to meet you." Stephanie echoes in the vain of Tony. "The pleasure's mine, Tony, Stephanie. I'm Victoria Marquez." She beams at the both of them while crossing her legs to make herself comfortable. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the newly formed trio decides to exit the bar along with most of the other patrons. The paramedics still haven't come to remove the body by the time they leave so they give it a wide berth as they exit. They decide to follow a sidewalk leading through a few of the vacation bungalows for the richer guests. Palm trees dot the path as well as remaining scattered throughout the area along with various other exotic trees. The pleasing vista serves to raise their mood considerably as Tony remarks on the natural beauty of the resort. "This is one of the most beautiful places I've ever visited. All the locals are friendly and the weather is great, I wouldn't mind living here if I could." Stephanie says to the others as she takes in her surroundings. "Tanui is my favorite vacation spot. This is actually my third time to come here. No other place lets me escape my troubles as well." Victoria shares her feelings on the island of Tanui, grinning fondly as she recalls her previous trips. "A friend recommended the place to me and I gotta say, it does not disappoint." Tony cups his hands behind his head as he glances sideways at his lovely companions. "I've been thinking, I have extra tickets for the concert scheduled in the Festival Hall tonight, do you two have any plans?" Victoria asks once they reach the entrance to the hotel. "You have tickets to see the Riders? Hell yeah, I'm game." Tony accepts the gracious offer, ecstatic at the opportunity to see the Midnight Riders in person. He had been disappointed at not being able to score tickets earlier, but it would seem his luck is changing. "I guess I'll come. I've always wanted to hear them live." Stephanie accepts as well much to Victoria's relief. "Wonderful! The concert starts in an hour and a half. I'll meet you in the main lobby, but if you want to come get the tickets before that, my room number is ***." She smiles sheepishly at the mention of the eighth floor, the higher floors of the hotel reserved for even more wealthy guests than the bungalows. "Your room is on the eighth floor?" Tony questions aloud in disbelief, having heard the rumors about the outrageous prices of the upper floors. "It is. I'll expect to see the two of you in an hour and a half sharp." Victoria enters the hotel with a flourish as Stephanie and Tony silently fantasize about her wealth. "Well, I guess I better go get ready. See you later." Stephanie waves goodbye to Tony as she enters the hotel and disappears into the elevator alongside Victoria. As Tony enters, he notices that Stephanie dropped one of her room keys. ***. I'd better remember to give this to Stephanie tonight. He pockets the extra card key and calls for the elevator, a bright smile on his face as he anticipates the night ahead. Meanwhile, an old friend of Tony's finishes his workout in the nearby town of Angel Grove. Current time at Twin Peaks resort: 4:00 p.m. _____________________________________ The sandbag thuds as a powerful straight flings it back, the rig holding it in place rattling loudly as it is assailed. Tom finishes his training session with a bone shattering crescent kick, letting the sandbag swing back and forth after the strike. "I love it when you get violent." A familiar voice calls to him from off the training mat, beckoning him to come and say hello. "You know it's all for you." Tom tells his fiance once he steps off the mat, scooping her slender frame up in his arms with little effort. "That's what I want to hear." They kiss each other as they often do when meeting, garnering catcalls and wolf whistles from various people around the gym. "Back to work guys, you can go meet your ladies when I see some more sweat." Tom barks in reply, chuckles under his breath at the reaction of his trainees. "I thought you were going to be working late today?" Tom had expected his fiancee to be working overtime, not that he's disappointed. "They shut down the office because of the riots. Did you see the news? They said people were fighting in the center of town. That reporter from Channel 10 was on the news in the middle of it." Maria tells Tom about the emergency meeting they had at the office where she works as well as the quarantine in the center of town. "That's crazy. Did you get to talk to Deborah about it?" Tom wipes the sweat from his brow while inquiring about Maria's supervisor. "No, she had to stay behind and talk to some men from the meeting. It must've been serious if they kept her there. But it means I've got the night off and we can go to that Riders concert out at Twin Peaks. Isn't your friend Tony staying out there?" She asks. "Yeah, but I don't know if he has tickets to the show. Let me call him." Tom retrieves his phone from his training bag and calls his old friend. It rings four times before going to voice mail, but he doesn't leave a message, knowing that Tony never really bothers to check his mail. Maria takes a stroll around Tom's gym while he is on the phone, greeting several of the long time trainers as she admires Tom's trophy case. She still remembers the first time she met him a low exposure MMA event. She was between jobs as a ring girl and Tom, whose ring name was Thunder for his devastating punches, was the fighter in the red corner. He'd been eyeing her most of the match, but she had a strict policy of never dating men who fight after a string of disastrous relationships with fighters before. Sure, he had rugged good looks and a boyish charm about him, but she told herself that she'd stand by her policy. Tom had taken a brutal pounding that fight yet he never stayed down. She'd never seen a person take that kind of beating, but he refused to give in. Seeing him stand up time and again though endeared her to him without them even speaking yet. After the match, which Tom somehow won with a haymaker to his opponent's jaw, Maria approached Tom and asked him out. They hit it off before ever leaving the arena. That was seven months ago and she hasn't regretted going against her policy once. "He's not answering. Must be busy." Tom walks to Maria and places his hands on her hips, kissing the side of her neck tenderly. "Not right now, everybody can see." She jokes, returning the gesture. "We need to go get ready. I'll be in the car by the time you get cleaned up, I want to see if I can reach Deborah." Maria kisses Tom one more time before leaving him to his devices. Alright, time to shower and we can head out to the concert. It'll probably take twenty minutes to get there if traffic is bad. Tom stretches a bit before entering the locker room, his workout had been more intense today than he'd planned. He throws his clothes into his bag and enters the showers, nobody else in sight as he turns on the water. He works to clean himself quickly, but something doesn't feel right. He looks toward the shower entrance to see a pale man standing in the way, groaning as if he is in pain. "Barney, that you? You okay man?" Tom only has to ask once as Barney assaults him out of the blue, charging forward with arms outstretched. Without question, Tom sidesteps the grab and pushes Barney forward, slamming his head into the porcelain wall. His teeth bang aloud as one pops out and rolls into the drain at Tom's feet, blood trailing after it. What the hell is Barney up to?Thomas Reed Vitality: 100% Stamina: 70% Inventory: Bar of soap Current time: 3:20 p.m. A) Sidestep Barney's assault until he calms down, maybe he's on something and just needs to tire himself out B) Take Barney down and choke him out, Tom doesn't have time for this and Barney has been know to start trouble for no reason in the past C) Move in swiftly and attempt to knock Barney out cold, Tom can let him rest in the shower until he comes to D) Call for some assistance, Tom would rather have some help with Barney if he is hopped up on something Btw, congrats on saving Victoria. She would not have made it if any other choice besides talking to her or Stephanie had been chosen. Und here are pictures of Tom and Maria for the second perspective: Tom: img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/news/090413/josh_hartnett.jpgMaria: i430.photobucket.com/albums/qq29/leungjon/Denise.jpg?t=1251824506
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Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 12, 2012 20:29:44 GMT -6
C, you stinky ass.
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Apr 12, 2012 20:30:38 GMT -6
C.
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Zomby Wulf
Experienced Survivor
I Only Do *Redacted*
Posts: 145
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Post by Zomby Wulf on Apr 12, 2012 21:21:30 GMT -6
B As In...
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Post by Song Nai on Apr 12, 2012 22:05:00 GMT -6
bitChes
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 13, 2012 0:14:55 GMT -6
We'll end this quick. Tom rushes forward before Barney has recovered from the impact, elbowing him in the back of the head so that he slams into the wall again. Still reeling from that blow as well, Tom assails him with a thunderous straight to the jaw, staggering him backward and into the corner of the shower. Barney slumps to the ground with a busted lip and lopsided nose, but the man is still breathing. After he lies motionless for several seconds, Tom resumes scrubbing his arms.
Leaving Barney to his nap, Tom exits the shower a clean man. "Hey, one of you may want to help Barney in there. He tried picking a fight with me and I had to teach him a lesson." He tells two men in the locker room, who chuckle at the pounding Tom had to dish out. "Again? Man, that guy's gonna keep at it until somebody does him in one of these days. He's lucky it was you Tom, you'll beat him down, but let him leave intact." Alex, one of Tom's students, says. "For the most part, I did a pretty good number on him, but he'll live. He can rest a little longer though, let him lie." Tom quickly changes into a collared dress shirt and black slacks, placing his silver loop around his neck last. My good luck charm, never leave home without.
"Eddy, be sure to lock up tight tonight. I don't want to come in tomorrow morning and find the door unlocked again." Tom relays to his assistant manager, who merely nods and resumes his lesson with a student. He gestures to Eddy once before leaving, making sure that he gets the message. He flashes back a thumbs up as the student tags him in the jaw. Tom chuckles at the lesson in pain the student is about to get.
"Maria, did you...oh." Tom lowers his voice upon seeing Maria's anxious expression. "What do you mean they're keeping you there? Along with that reporter, what's her name Rebecca Chang? Does this have anything to do with the quarantine?" Maria stays on the phone a minute longer before hanging up. She is on the verge of tears as she looks to Tom for support. "What's happened? Is she in trouble?" Tom gives Maria a quick hug to comfort her. She and Deborah have been friends since they were children and have worked together at the same jobs for the past five years. Wherever Deborah goes, Maria follows is what Deborah had secretly told him months ago while Maria was out of the room.
"She said they're going to have to hold her there for another day to receive a vaccination of some kind. I have a bad feeling about this, Tom." Maria sniffles once as Tom lifts her chin up and says, "If she's getting a vaccine that must mean that she's okay. Whatever's happened, she'll be fine. You know she's not going to let a little flu hold her back." Deborah looked okay last night, but I've noticed that a few of the guys around the gym have looked pale and sickly like Barney did. Best to keep it to myself though for Maria's sake.
"Let's go enjoy the concert. The Riders'll take your mind off Deborah and you can even meet Tony for the first time. You'll love him, he knows how to have a good time. I'll tell you about some of the trouble we used to get into back in the Army." Tom climbs into the driver seat of his red '78 Camaro as he begins to tell of the time he and Tony flushed a dozen insurgents out of a cave in Afghanistan by themselves.
The couple's mood improves over the course of the drive, unaware that they are driving straight into the maw of danger.
Current time in Angel Grove, Thunder Dome Gym: 4:05 p.m. ___________________
Tony has no idea what is happening on the ground floor. Everything was fine up until he entered his room, at which point a resort wide message requested guests to return to their rooms immediately due to severe weather. By the time he got to the room's balcony, all hell had broken loose down below. People are shouting and running in all directions. Their screams reach all the way to the fourth floor, but Tony can't see what is causing the panic.
As if to answer him though, a man bursts into his room and screams, "They're in the hotel and coming this way! We've gotta get the fuck outta here!" His tone is manic and his hair disheveled, but Tony doesn't dismiss his claim just yet. The freak incident with the bartender saw to that. "What's coming? Is it a hurricane?" Tony asks the man while he still has his attention. "A hurricane, I wish. It's people, they've gone crazy. They came out of the jungle and now they're eating everybody. I'm heading to the top floor, it's best place to hole up." And with that, the man flees for his life, leaving Tony with more questions than answers.
If what he says is true, I'd better go find Stephanie and Victoria and get to safety. Tony doesn't even bother to change clothes as he retrieves his handgun Tom had given him before coming to Twin Peaks. Thanks Tom, you did me proud.
Tony slips his shoes on and runs into the hall, not bothering to hide his firearm. The panic has already reached his floor as people scramble to collect their belongings and flee the hotel. Luckily he's able to find an available elevator amid all the chaos, but he must decide which floor to travel to first. The 8th floor is bound to be clear so Tony could reach Victoria faster, but the panic will hit the 5th floor soon if it hasn't already.
Anthony Reddick Vitality: 100% Stamina: 100% Inventory: Smart phone (79% battery), room key, 9mm handgun (11/22) Current time: 4:20 p.m.
A) Head to the 5th floor first, Stephanie is closest but Tony has no idea if she's already fled
B) Go to the 8th floor first, Victoria is sure to be there so hopefully Stephanie will wait in her room
C) Head to the top floor as the man said, surely Stephanie and Victoria will head there once they find out what has happened
D) Ride the elevator to the lobby to confirm what is going on, maybe the man was just out of his mind and people are blowing the coming hurricane out of proportion
If you do choose A, what was Stephanie's room number again: 1) 513 2) 503 3) 516 4) 508
If you choose B, what is Victoria room number: 1) 822 2) 811 3) 805 4) 816
Here's where it gets a bit tricky. I've removed the room numbers from the previous update so I really hope y'all were paying attention. And for newcomers, if you vote A or B, choose an accompanying number with the choice. So if you vote A and want to explore room 516, you'd put A, 3. Good luck.
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Apr 13, 2012 5:10:27 GMT -6
A 2.
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Post by Song Nai on Apr 13, 2012 11:06:15 GMT -6
Just like my favorite steak sauce.
A1 pretty sure.
Also, been meaning to ask. Do you just spend some time finding these pics or something? Or do you have a small memory cache of usable character pics?
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Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 13, 2012 11:33:58 GMT -6
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 13, 2012 13:17:52 GMT -6
I just go on google for them, why do you ask? I'll start on the uodate when I take my lunch, but I might urge you rethink your choices. Are you sure that's the right room number?
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Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 13, 2012 14:09:21 GMT -6
You're right, changing my vote.
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Post by Veta on Apr 13, 2012 18:39:23 GMT -6
Okay, I didn't get to see the room number in time. Damnit.
WELL.
I TRUST ACE. IT'S ALL UP TO YOU BUDDY. WE ALL KNOW WHO TO BLAME IF THIS TURNS OUT WRONG.
A2.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Apr 13, 2012 22:32:58 GMT -6
I'd better find Stephanie first, she should still be in her room. 503 I think it was Tony hits the button for the fifth floor, rooting around inside his pockets to see if he still has her room key. Fortunately, he still has it in a back pocket. 503. I knew it. Tony places the card back in his pocket and chambers a round into his handgun, ready for anything that might be waiting on the floor above.
The elevator doors ding and slide open a few seconds later, revealing total bedlam on the floor. People are frantically rushing through the halls, albeit they seem to be funneling in one direction rather than all over like the people on the fourth floor. Tony steps off the elevator and grabs a man by the shoulder to ask him, "Which way would room number 503 be?" The man's fear is palpable, but he is able to point Tony to the left hallways. "Thanks." He allows him to continue fleeing as he makes his way through the crowded hall, watching intently for any signs of danger.
Rooms 501-509 -> Tony follows the sign, exactly where the man said it would be. This portion of the floor is of people, but debris is scattered everywhere as if there had been a struggle. The pictures on the walls either hang lopsided or have smashed and broken altogether. Damn, am I too late?! He rushes to Stephanie's room and uses the card key to enter, bursting through the door as he has done many times while wearing his badge.
"Tony?!" Stephanie gasps from across the room, diverting her attention from a female figure standing in the center of the room. Tony sees immediately that something is wrong, the woman's breathing is shallow just as the bartender's was and she has the same pale coloring of the skin. "Who's your friend?" He quips humorously, but the joke is lost on Stephanie as she gingerly observes the room's third occupant, holding a bottle in her hand should anything happen. "Hey, we don't want any trouble. Just let her by and I won't be forced to shoot." Tony attempts to reason with the woman, but she pays him no attention.
Her gaze remains deadlocked on Stephanie, drool running down the side of her mouth as she begins to moan belligerently. "Watch out!" Tony warns Stephanie to move as the woman attacks. She swiftly leaps to the side with a full beer bottle in her hand, smashing it on the wall as she jumps. Armed with the shiv, she points it at the woman should she aggress again. "We really don't want any trouble. Just stay where you are or I will shoot." Tony aims his gun at the woman's head to show he is serious, but he hopes he won't have to fire.
"What should we do?" Stephanie asks while taking a step toward Tony, her weapon still trained on the woman. "Just keep coming this way. It looks-" Moving faster than he would have thought possible, the woman pounces on Stephanie and takes her to the ground.
They roll into the wall with a dull thump, the woman straddling Stephanie. "Get off her!" Tony warns one last time, but the woman continues to ignore him. "I warned you." He fires a shot at her shoulder, the bullet slamming into the exposed skin. It pierces through to the wall but gives Stephanie enough time to react. As the woman recoils from the shot, she thrusts the bottle upward and into the woman's eye. Blood gurgles in her throat as she falls the ground dead. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to kill her! I meant to hit her in the shoulder." Stephanie cries while stumbling to her feet, cupping her hands over mouth as she fears what she has done.
"You did what you had to, I don't think she would have stopped even after being shot." Tony comforts her by wrapping an arm around her shoulder, turning her to face away from the body. "H-how did you know what room I was in anyway?" Stephanie manages to say in between sobs. "You dropped this when you came into the hotel earlier." He flashes the card key to Stephanie and places it on the bed beside them. "Huh, I was wondering where I'd dropped it at." She wipes a single tear from her eye and chuckles at the immense stroke of luck.
"Listen, I came to find you because of something a guy told me in the hall. He said people were attacking each other down in the lobby. I almost didn't believe him at first, but it looks like he was right. I didn't want to chance leaving you here alone." Tony tells her about the possible plan to head to the roof, but she seems skeptical at best. "So if people have lost it and are turning into cannibals, you want to hole up on the roof? I guess it could work, but we should find Victoria before we do anything else. She might be in trouble like I was. Let me put on some clothes and we can go find her." She quickly throws on a white tank top and denim shorts over her bikini, completing the outfit with a pair of blue and gray running shoes.
"I hate to say it, but you might need something to defend yourself with. What do you have around here that could be used as a weapon?" Tony wants to make sure that Stephanie is armed so that he won't have to constantly watch out for her. "I have a taser in my bag. I didn't have enough time to grab it before I was attacked." Stephanie recovers the taser from her overnight bag, pulsing the electricity to make sure that it is functional. She avoids looking at the woman's body as she does so, still regretful of what she had done. "Nice, that'll definitely do the job. Grab anything else you might need so we can go." They gather what few supplies the room has to offer before leaving, not bothering to close the door behind them.
Tony guides them back to the elevator, which is waiting in yet another brilliant stroke of luck. We might just make it after. "Okay, we'll go to the eight floor and find Victoria then hopefully plan what to do next." Tony relays to Stephanie, who nods in agreement. Stephanie signals the elevator to go to the eighth floor but has a sudden lapse of memory once it begins moving. "What was her room number again?" She looks to Tony in the hope that he can remember. Damn, what was it again?
Anthony Reddick Vitality: 100% Stamina: 98% Inventory: Smart phone (79% battery), room key, 9mm handgun (10/22), Bottle of water
Entourage: Stephanie Everett: Taser (100%), pocket knife Current time: 4:30 p.m.
A) Was it 811 B) Or maybe 822? C) It might've been 805? D) It could be 816? E) 801 maybe?
Looks like Ace was right, nice job. Any number besides 503 or 508 and who knows what would've happened to Stephanie?
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Apr 14, 2012 2:38:25 GMT -6
I choose D.
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Post by Veta teh Outcast on Apr 14, 2012 2:42:06 GMT -6
I totes back Ace and pick D. FOR SOMEONE TO DIE- I mean, deliciousness.
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