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Adrian's heart jumps into this throat when he hears the pounding on the door.  "Christ that was fucking fast" he growls to himself before smoothing his clothes, running a hand through his hear and putting on the biggest, fake-est smile he can muster.  I probably look like the Joker on crack right now he thinks to himself.  The visual helps him lighten his mood and make a more natural smile.

Adrian opens the door ever so slowly, "Oh I'm sorry, did the TV wake you?" he says before even seeing who is at the door.

"Oh, it's you." He exhales a sigh of relief.  "I've never been so happy to see you before in my life.  Come on in."  Adrian motions for her to come into the room quickly then closes the door behind her.

Never doing a days worth of any real kind of cleaning, he continues to fumble through the cleaning supplies.  "This night just keeps getting more and more exciting!  Someone get her into the tub.  We need less blood on the sheets and more blood inside Tomaz."

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Oddly enough it appears that beyond the initial blood splatters Gwen is not oozing out the expected flow of blood that is seen in mortals, it may be eerie that her fatal looking wound does not turn into a river of crimson but instead seems contained after the point of bursting.
« Last Edit: July 23, 2011, 11:51:17 pm by Radical21 »

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Spoiler for Hiden:
In the ten or fifteen minutes that she's been gone, Abigail seems to have cleaned the worst of the blood off her skin and hair, and scrubbed her jacket. A few dark stains still linger.

Abigail stares up at Adrian when he opens the door, worried and confused. She follows him into the motel bedroom, the smell of blood still clinging to it - but there was something more...

She sees the one called Gwen sprawled out on the bed, fresh blood splatter on the wall and ceiling behind them. Her head darts from left to right, trying to see where the shooter's body was. Surely they took him down. Another assassin? Unable to spot one, she sees Burke, trying to compose himself near the girl's body on the bed. Was she dead? She didn't turn to ash. Not like... Abigail can't help but glance down to the scattered pile of dust and ash that is still strung across the motel floor. It had been trampled through, forgotten with everything that was going on.

She walks past Gary, nodding in his direction. It looked like he really needed to check something on the TV. Standing a few feet away from Burke and Adrian, she stares at them in turn. Abigail points to the body on the bed, her lips parted as if she was going to ask a question. But of course, she couldn't. Like a mentally retarded infant, she had to wait until somebody told her what the fuck was going on.

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Burke hardly acknowledges Abigail's existence, he gives her a shaky nod. It is obvious he is having a quiet panic attack.

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Tomaz struggles carefully with his bonds.

"Um, guys? Can I be untied now, or....?"
- az

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Adrian stop what he is doing and looks around the room, taking in the sight.  He notes the look of confusion on Abigail's face, the panic on Burke's, the anger on Gary's, and the... who knows... on Tomaz's.  What a crew we've seem to have gathered.  A mental montage of this being an episode out of Cops plays out in his head.  He could just see him trying to explain why there's decayed brain matter on the wall, ash on the floor, and someone is tied up.

"And then they check the bathroom..."  Adrian looks around surprised, not realizing he had said that last part out loud.

Adrian takes several powerful strides over to Burke, who appears to be still in a daze.  With one swift motion, he open palm slaps him across the cheek.  Adrian hopes this snaps him out of his funk.

"Wake up.  There are the cleaning supplies. Don't think.  Do it. Now."  Adrian commands the shocked man.

"You," he points to Abigail, "untie Tomaz and keep an eye on him.  And I mean a damned good eye." Adrian adds emphasis for importance.

Adrian walks over to where Gwen stood when she shot herself and pockets the pistol.  "Don't need anyone finding this after tonight."  He takes a peak outside the window to see if any squad cars or police are in the vicinity.  He then takes a look at his watch to see how much time he has before his appearance in court.

"Gary?" Adrian begins, "what do you know about a security guard named Ian?"

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Abigail looks from Adrian to Tomaz, still unsure what had gone down in the room. She nods though, despite an inward twitch at still being left out of the loop. Adrian's words were orders on the battlefield that this motel room had become. Her eyes lingered on him a moment, before bending down to untie Tomaz. Smart, organized, and level-headed in the heat of things. She couldn't decide whether she respected the man or feared him. She settled on both.

The knots in the blankets come apart easily enough. It takes her a minute of fiddling with the cable knots behind Tomaz however, before he is completely free from the shower rod and bedposts. Abigail puts a firm hand on his shoulder, and grabbing his arm with the other, hoists him to his feet. For a second she meets his eyes, which seem to burn into her. She shoots her gaze away quickly. Moving behind him, she pushes Tomaz towards the bathroom. She closes the door behind them and locks it.

Inside the bathroom, Abigail lets go of Tomaz and stands in front of the door with her arms crossed. She doesn't look happy to be there. At all.

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Tomaz, unsteady in his newfound mobility and unlife, is easily forced into the bathroom.

He scrutinizes the mute standing arms crossed and pensive before him. In spite of everything, he flashes her his most winning smile... which in this instance comes out as more of a sheepish grin.

"P'raps I'll be able to take a show-" Tomaz glances towards the shower and the...mess, on the floor within it, and shudders to a halt.

"Well, p'raps not."

He looks back at the distracted young lady.

I wouldn't mind being distracted with her, alone in a bathroom. This reminds me of high school.

Tomaz hadn't noticed until now, but she was...well, attractive.

He turns on his charm, and finds that to be strangely a more literal act than when he was alive.

Spoiler for Hiden:
Rolling presence at dif of 7:
Rolled 4d10 : 9, 2, 2, 2, total 15

"Well, I suppose we'll just have to keep busy and stay out of their way. Whatever shall we do?"
- az

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Burke's eyes widen at the sudden attack on his face. He quickly collects himself and blinks a few times, staring at Adrian with confusion, and finally compassion.

"Thanks."

Burke falls to his knees with cleaning supplies in hand and gets to work, his momentary worries forgotten with the assignment of a purpose.

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Gary looks up from the tv screen towards Adrian. Gary appears more frustrated than angry now...though something about him does speak of the shock he endured when Gwen shot herself.

"If you mean the security guard that "used" to work in this hotel, Gwen couldn't control herself and ate him. Me, Sherie and Gwen dumped his corpse into a river, tied to a stone birdbath. By the time anyone finds him we'll be long gone."

He continues trying to find an action movie on the tv

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Burke scrubs harder, trying to work the carpet down to its very root.

"Yeah.. *grunt* I figured that was what happened with the security guard. That woman can't control herself for even a moment. He was a nice guy, too."

Burke looks up to Adrian.

"I take it by the fact that you are asking, people in the lobby are wondering where he is?"

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It was how it had always been: people stricken by that outside image of her, but never caring enough to dig deeper. Abigail was used to guys like this trying to hit on her in dusky small-town bars. How sad is that? she wonders to herself while eyeing Tomaz. Despite herself, she grins back at him. He may be like the rest, but in a dark and twisted way she kind of owed this guy. She did probably kill him, after all.

She slides down the door and sits on the floor, her legs bent in front of her. Reaching into her bag, she produces a notepad with the printed logo of the motel on its pages. Grabbing her pen she begins jotting a message onto it, and after a couple moments turns the pad around so that Tomaz can read it.

I'm not the best conversation buddy. What about you - what's your story, anyway?

Spoiler for Hiden:
Trying to roleplay Charisma 1 here, Az - she wouldn't normally be flirty, but I'm unsure how Tomaz's Presence would "push" her out of her comfort zone.

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"Yeah, some people came by looking for him." Adrian responds while still gazing out the window.  He turns around and faces the television, "and by some people, I mean the police."  He walks over to the cleaning supplies and begins wiping down the handgun of any blood and/or fingerprints.  He doesn't really know what he is doing, but just mimics what he has seen in movies and on television.

"Seems like they were asking some questions about his disappearance last night.  Nobody knows where he is and nobody has seen anything strange.  I've convinced the girl at the front desk that I had nothing to do with what happened to Ian, which as far as I'm concerned is the truth.  She also promised to keep my stay here a secret from everyone, however I wouldn't bet my last shilling on that to stay alive."

Adrian sits on the bed.   "The bigger concern is my car.  Apparently aside from missing a handle and the addition of a new sunroof, it undoubtably is covered in blood and or hair from a missing person.  Not to mention its presence in not one, but two crime scenes."

Adrian plays around with a pillow, eyes flirting back and forth, mind racing.  He stands up as an idea pops into his head.  He walks to the bathroom and knocks on the door.

Adrian flashes a grin behind him, "I need the cleaning services of the Wolf."

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After zapping across 30 good channels Gary finally manages to find something that will work, one of the countless CSI inspired programs. He turns up the volume just to ensure that people wont think it's strange how the gunshot could've sounded so loud when the tv was only humming softly.

He got up straight again, pushing the back of his hand against his back. Despite the creaking, he didn't feel like he had at all relieved his back. In fact, the pain just seemed to get worse. He grunted softly.

Responding to Adrian Gary sighs deeply, "Yeah it's a real shame. Now, two things. First, we cant drag a trail of corpses behind us. We'll get killed, or worse, arrested. We need to undertake some...ehm...steps, to ensure this doesn't happen again. I'm open to suggestions, because beyond what Gwen just did to herself, i havent got a clue.

Secondly, if the police have been here they're likely to come back. So, where will we stay for the next night? Come to think of it, i've got a third point. Seeing as how there aint a blood bank around here, how the hell are we supposed to keep fed and NOT leave dead bodies where-ever we go?"

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Still scrubbing, Burke smirks up at Adrian when he makes the pulp fiction joke.

"I don't mean to posit a difficult question here: But the way I've seen it, besides Gwen, none of us have behaved particularly out of line."

Burke pauses, thinking. He starts counting off on one hand.
"I mean... Who rode into the hotel on a motorcycle with no pants on? Who killed that security guard when I was having a cordial conversation? Who put a hole in the roof? Who shot herself in a hotel room that is likely already under scrutiny?
Stop me if I'm being a dick- but we've got enough to worry about with motorcycle assassins, people creeping in through our windows at dusk, shadow monsters that want to eat us, and more."

Burke's eyes dart over to the bathroom.
"Does anyone else feel like this is just one headache we don't need?"

 

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