[img]http://i.imgur.com/k4gahzg.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Streets: Hell's Kitchen Remains[/u][/b] "Get... get out of the way..." Thunderhawk grunted with frustration, shoving Xandra slightly to the side and pushing past, struggling to walk down the alleyway nearest to them. "Down here... this way leads to the hotel too..." Aria and Xandra looked to each other with begrudging, disgruntled looks, before they gave the restaurant one final look and turned to follow after their 'esteemed' leader. Niether of them enjoyed Thunderhawk's nonreaction to the restaurant, given the probability that it being a burnt wreckage and how none of them could remember the events of last night... well the result was frightening to consider. What if they had caused it? But that concern didn't even seem to register with him, and the way he pushed Xan out of the way was unfriendly too. The jerk... "Wait..." Thunderhawk silently mused to himself as the trio pushed on. ...how did he know this led to the hotel? He didn't remember walking down this alley before. The details surrounding them didn't look familiar at all, and yet he recognised this place... from a different angle, at least. The roofs? The roofs... roofs... Aria... Thunderhawk's cheeks bulged and he threatened to vomit, before holding it down and swallowing. No, no, that could happen later. And then there it was, the Pellagio Hotel! It's extravagant fountain's water bursting forth up and down in a shower of beautiful patterns and formations. What a truly beautiful, mesmerising site. And so it was Thunderhawk vomitted all in it. "Ugh... this... this... sucks......." "Wait... what's going on?" Xandra asked, after pinching her nose to waft away the smell. The Pellagio Hotel entrance was absolutely swamped with people, a thick, bustling crowd that made entering the building almost impossible. The crowd filled out the outer grounds and the lobby both. Bustling murmurs and frenetic excited screams came from the crowds, alongside the flashing of cameras. What was going on? --- [i]*rattle rattle BAM BAM rattle rattle BAM*[/i] "HALP! HALP! I'M TRAPPED IN HERE, HALP!" [i]*rattle rattle BAM BAM rattle rattle BAM*[/i] “What… what was that?” A figure suddenly stopped, dropping the mop in the bucket and looking curiously towards the shaking door as if it was alive and talking. The figure’s body slouched to one side, and a slight sigh could be heard escaping from the man’s lips, before he started walking towards the bouncing door. Had one of the patrons gotten stuck inside last night? Perhaps passing out in one of the toilet cubicles? That wasn’t good… if the boss found out about it, she’d have his head. Nobody other then employees were allowed to be on the premises after closing hours. He should have checked it all more thoroughly. “Hold on, hold on,” The man spoke, digging into his backpocket and fishing out a key. Several keys, flicking through each one of them to look for the right one. But the banging and rattling of the doorknob continued, as if whoever it was on the other side didn’t hear them. Which was less then surprising, considering all of their screaming. Finally, the right key was found, inserted into the keyhole, and the door unlocked. And then, as the man began to twisted the handle… [b]BAM[/b] The door went flying outwards, smacking the man in the face and causing him to collapse on the floor as Trixie burst out into freedom. “YUS! FREEDOM AT LAST! TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH ME, DOOR!” Trixie stuck her tongue out at the door and blew a raspberry, before then noticing the strange new room she found herself in. Bathed in low lighting, the room was quite large, and fancily adorned. There were lots and lots of plush, leather sofas, arranged in circles with a table in between them, several of the tables having a pole extend up from the table to the ceiling. A bar to one side held many glasses and exotic coloured bottles behind the counter (Amy would sure love this place!) and finally, there was a long, long catwalk behind a barrier with a set of curtains at the far end and, at the catwalk’s most outjutting peak into the center of the room, another metal pole reaching the ceiling. Where was she? “Ugh… are you alright, little miss?” A voice groaned from beneath her. Trixie gasped, hopping off of the man’s face and landing next to him. Who… who was he? And why was this big muscular hairy man, in leather pants and red shoulder braces, totally topless?! “My name’s Freddie, little miss… are you okay? Where are your parents?” [img] http://i.imgur.com/wRUDeH2.png[/img]