Annnnd posted. Just reactions this round is coo'. I'll progress things more tomorrow... ;D
EDIT: Dat Infamous
Danni would love the X-Men theme here
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Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel
Thunderhawk gritted his teeth and sighed. He wanted to get away from the rest of the Guilders and focus his attentions on the mission Tiberius had set him, but perhaps there was no other way around it other then to gain their help. Afterall, he, Xandra and Aria had spent the past week searching for the missing women with absolutely no luck… and as much as he might detest it, what they needed were eyes to scan and search for them for. But the rest of them were too busy wrapped up in their games of their new found celebrity, right? Sigh.
"Los Paraisos is a large area, where do you think we'll find the others?" Asked Xandra.
Lucien shrugged in response. "Maybe they went to get breakfast, yeah?"
"Most likely no. Thunderhawk, do you have a plan?”
The ranger’s response was a picking of his nose and flicking of his booger in a disinterested direction. Xandra held in and moved beyond her annoyance to say nothing, instead focusing on their need to find everyone else.
“If not...then our best chance of finding them is walking around and asking if anyone has seen a particular group of people."
“Oh what joy,” Thunderhawk replied with his trademark eye roll.
With the majority of the hotel floor now clear of the paparazzi, the reporters now having sprawled back out into the resort after finding no sign of them in the Pellagio, it was easier then ever to move about and search for their companions, to no such luck. Xandra and Lucien kept their eyes wide open and focused on searching for even the smallest detail of their friends, whilst Thunderhawk lazily followed behind, still drinking his soda. Searching for people to then search for other people… ridiculous. He started to remember why he had abandoned the Pride in the first place. Because of antics like this.
And then… then there was the sound of rumbling. The ground beneath them shook, and all three of the Guilders suddenly froze in place. This wild shaking sounded like a herd of bulls rampaging!
And then, at the far end of the corridor… he appeared. He stopped in his spot, until he discovered the threesome, before breaking out into a new charge towards them. He was upon them in no time at all, screaming and wailing before tackling both Thunderhawk and Lucien to the ground, Thunderhawk’s soda flying out of his hands and spilling everywhere.
“Broooooooooooooooooooooooooooos!!!” Clive screamed. “I-i-i-i-i-i-!”
“Get the hell off of me, fatso!” Thunderhawk tried to push the heavy Clive off, to no avail. God, his sweaty, slobbering face would undo the hardwork of that shower he just had!
“I-i-i-i-i-it’s an emergencyyyyyyyyyyy!” Clive howled again.
Los Paraisos: Saint Drega’s Church
"Oh... Oh! Right!" Lisette piped up, turning toward Tom. "Mister Father Tom, could you tell us more about last night? Do you remember if we said what we had been doing before we got here, or if we were planning on going anywhere after? Or if there was a capybara with me...?"
“Hmm, hmm…” Tom’s eyes drew shut, his head low as he contemplated Lisette’s questions with as much muscle and might as he could. Recollecting last night’s wedding… he could remember the pomp and splendour of it, but other details such as what they had done before or after…?
“I do remember you all saying what you were doing before you came here, actually. You said you were partying at my bro’s nightclub. ‘The Bucking Bronco’. Pretty cool establishment, Freddie takes care of it quite nicely. You guys said that’s where you spent your stag and hen parties.” Tom began to explain. “After that… you guys just said you were going to go on your honeymoon.” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what that meant exactly, but I do know that what newly wedded couples do on their honeymoon is have lots and lots of-”
“A-a-a-a-and what about a capybara?” Syed interjected before he could finish the sentence. Moira glared at him.
“Hang on, we’re missing out on a clue here you idiot. Lots and lots of what? Drinks? Did we go to another bar?”
“A capybara?” Tom continued Syed and Lisette’s line of questioning, before shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t think so. What’s a capybara? Some sort of food?”
And then, with full force and without warning, the doors to the church suddenly slammed open. After the glaring force of the sun beyond died down, the quartet could see both Amy and Marcus standing a short distance outside, Amy’s arms folded under her bosom, keeping herself to herself as Marcus stood watch nearby, holding his staff, a pleasant smile plastered on his face. And with them was a man, the very same man who had just thrown open the doors to the church with incredible force.
A man… in an afro.
“BRO!” Jerry screamed. “Thank god you’re here! And all of you guys too! We’re in trouble!!”
“Trouble, bro?” Tom’s face grew dark with horror. “What’s going on??”
“It’s an emergency, bro! A real big emergency!! We need to find Big Bro, now!!!”
Los Paraisos: La Macabaret
Crimson Justice just stood in awed silence as he watched the flickering screen before him. Thanks to Aria’s questioning of Ken, they were able to discover just what exactly had happened the previous night to encourage them becoming celebrities. And Crimson Justice… he couldn’t do anything but just stand and watch in awe.
“What’s going on?” Dylan asked, popping into the production room with Selan and Trixie in tow. Trixie was flopping her uzi up and down in the air, trying to get all of the smelly urinal water dislodged from the gun, as Selan did her best to stay as far away as possible from the splashes. Her focus was centred completely on doing her best to avoid the drips, until she heard the sound too. The sound of her own voice… and his. Singing a song that she did not recognise at all.
What was that?
“Is that… is that us?” Selan asked, walking towards the monitor and standing in front of everyone else to watch. She too, like Don, was stunned speechless. Beginning with the two of them rising from the ground on raised podiums, they each began to sing as they walked down the circular steps to the main stage, against a black starry canvas lying behind. A full orchestral band accompanied the melody they sung, as gradually the two drew closer, and closer. And once together, even breaking out to a small piece of dance alongside, twirling in spins and the extending of their arms to one another.
Like Ken said… it was beautiful.
Even now the man was blubbering his eyes out, snot dripping from his nose. “Big Bro isth the besth singer I’ve ever known!” He wailed. “And you’re beautiful as well, Missth!”
Freddie patted his friend’s shoulder, giving him a handkerchief to loudly blow on, before wiping a single tear from his own eye.
And then, on the monitor, as the song drew to a close… Don bent down on one knee, and with his hands outstretched towards Selan, a shining diamond ring offered to her…
“Selan Leclair… would you do me the honour of marrying me?”
“WAAAAAAAAAA IT’S SO BEAUTIFUUUUULLLLLLLL~~~~” Ken ended up screaming, a fountain of tears pouring out of his eyes. “I can’t, bros, I just… I can’t!” Ken shook his head from side to side, burying his face in his sleeve.
“Miss, please tell me you’ll marry my big bro! You’re perfect! And he’s perfect! You’d be perfect together!” Ken stared all too intensely towards her.
Whilst for Crimson Justice… the man underneath the mask turned as red as his namesake.
But before an answer could be received…
“Ken! Ken! Bro! It’s an emergency!!”
Doors slammed open violently open, and in burst Cid, skidding to a stop inside the production room. “We need your help, we- we- Freddie! Bro! And all our other bros! CRIMSON JUSTICE BRO! THANK GOD YOU’RE ALL HERE!” Cid screamed.
“Bro?” Ken, Freddie and Crimson Justice said in unison. “What’s up?”
“It’s… it’s an emergency!” Cid continued. “The most terrible thing in the world has happened! We… we need your help! We need to find Big Bro right now!!”
“Bro, bro…” Ken walked to Cid, shaking his head from side to side and placing a warm arm over his friend’s shoulder in an effort to ease his hysterics. “Calm down, bro. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not a big problem. What’s happened?”
“Big Sis… Big Sis has been KIDNAPPED!!”
And then… after a brief silence…
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!”
Holas everyone;
I'm writing a post atm. I've got two scenes done so far, but I need to head out now for that dreaded MOT. I'll have the other scene finished after I get back and then have it up when I'm done. :) Thanks everyone!
I'm writing a post atm. I've got two scenes done so far, but I need to head out now for that dreaded MOT. I'll have the other scene finished after I get back and then have it up when I'm done. :) Thanks everyone!
Wooooah, just caught up on the IC :0
Absolutely fantastic work from everyone! Thank you all for moving things on. Especially you, Kathi, woah :D I loved your post. Ken was perfect, and your song selection of what Don and Selan were doing is absolutely perfect. I couldn't think of a better song :) Thank you for that! I should be able to move us all on later today I think.
Also:
I lol'd so hard
Absolutely fantastic work from everyone! Thank you all for moving things on. Especially you, Kathi, woah :D I loved your post. Ken was perfect, and your song selection of what Don and Selan were doing is absolutely perfect. I couldn't think of a better song :) Thank you for that! I should be able to move us all on later today I think.
Also:
Fox said Xan had only been with them for a day but had noticed that catastrophe seemed to follow the pride around. If that was the case, then they wouldn't be so hard to find, right.
I lol'd so hard
Holas everyone!
I'm okay. Sorry for not posting for Don's scene and the church scene yesterda but I had no response to Don and Ken and didn't feel like forcing a post. Normally I would try to push on regardless but doing so nearly every single day for over a year has made it difficult for me to persevere doing so all the time. That's not to say that I won't ever move things on when people aren't able to post but I have to admit I'm less inclined to do so these days, especially when I don't have anything to work with. :S This also killed my mojo with the church scene as well to a degree but the main reason I didn't for that scene is because- like Tae said, the church scene is basically done/ahead of the others and I'd rather take a break from that for a day then to push things forward and sit around and do nothing but filler for a couple of days.
Sorry for not posting in the ooc about this (didn't notice I didn't post in the ooc yesterday at all, actually :0) but I didn't want to say that I'm waiting for other people to post, because I don't like putting pressure on others. Although it also demonstrates why consistent posting is important because not posting has knock-on effects. Last week was okay since it was exam hell for everyone and I'm totally fine about that, but I still hope that from now on we can get more consistent daily posting from everyone.
That's not to say that people missing a post is the end of the world. If people are busy with sickness, illness or on holiday, and depending on the scene and specific circumstances etc then I'll try to do what I always have and push things on in peoples' absences (I don't want people to feel compelled to post when they are absolutely unable to), however like I said before I'm less inclined these days to try and force things on if I have nothing to work with. I think with seven players the rp can take two people missing a round to be okay with everyone else picking up the slack for them (again, dependant on scene and circumstances etcetc) however if we get a round where three or more people don't post then I'm not going to post either, because it just makes it hard to do so. Hopefully this helps improve commitment and dissuades non-posting a bit, idk? But the rp should be down to everyone to push forward. :)
I do appreciate the sentiments shown by everyone who have wanted to post and continue things despite me not posting yesterday, which is what everyone should do. I appreciate it like, a lot. I have the feeling that unless I post, the rp grounds to a halt and no one posts. Which is honestly not right and unfair on me, it puts pressure on me to post every single day without fail otherwise no one can post (I'm not sure if this sentiment is actually shared by others, but it's the impression I get). Everyone should be able to try and continue on if I can't post like I've tried when others have been unable. Honestly I suspect if I was to fall ill or go on holiday and miss posting for a bit the rp would just stop. Which is silly. XD
I'll catch up on the IC but I think I should be okay to post for all scenes. Depending on how things are I might be able to progress us all to the next major scene (highlighted by one of Don's bros racing towards one of the groups with information on Estelle and Josette) by tomorrow?
I hope everyone has a good weekend! I wish you the best of luck with your mum, Tae. ;A; I'm here to talk to if you need! Don't worry about not posting because I wouldn't be able to in that situation either D: I just hope things turn out okay soon ;w; *powerhugs*
My Saturday involves impending MOT failure. I can't wait for that.
I need to listen to Fox's musics :D But I'll drop a song as well cus musiiiiiiiics
Dat intro.
Also I played and finished Ground Zeroes yesterday. Even going super slow and taking my time I finished it in 90 minutes. What the flying fuck? Even as a pricecut prologue game what was the point of making this a release? Phantom Pain isn't even out until like, Late 2015.
Fucking Kojima.
I'm okay. Sorry for not posting for Don's scene and the church scene yesterda but I had no response to Don and Ken and didn't feel like forcing a post. Normally I would try to push on regardless but doing so nearly every single day for over a year has made it difficult for me to persevere doing so all the time. That's not to say that I won't ever move things on when people aren't able to post but I have to admit I'm less inclined to do so these days, especially when I don't have anything to work with. :S This also killed my mojo with the church scene as well to a degree but the main reason I didn't for that scene is because- like Tae said, the church scene is basically done/ahead of the others and I'd rather take a break from that for a day then to push things forward and sit around and do nothing but filler for a couple of days.
Sorry for not posting in the ooc about this (didn't notice I didn't post in the ooc yesterday at all, actually :0) but I didn't want to say that I'm waiting for other people to post, because I don't like putting pressure on others. Although it also demonstrates why consistent posting is important because not posting has knock-on effects. Last week was okay since it was exam hell for everyone and I'm totally fine about that, but I still hope that from now on we can get more consistent daily posting from everyone.
That's not to say that people missing a post is the end of the world. If people are busy with sickness, illness or on holiday, and depending on the scene and specific circumstances etc then I'll try to do what I always have and push things on in peoples' absences (I don't want people to feel compelled to post when they are absolutely unable to), however like I said before I'm less inclined these days to try and force things on if I have nothing to work with. I think with seven players the rp can take two people missing a round to be okay with everyone else picking up the slack for them (again, dependant on scene and circumstances etcetc) however if we get a round where three or more people don't post then I'm not going to post either, because it just makes it hard to do so. Hopefully this helps improve commitment and dissuades non-posting a bit, idk? But the rp should be down to everyone to push forward. :)
I do appreciate the sentiments shown by everyone who have wanted to post and continue things despite me not posting yesterday, which is what everyone should do. I appreciate it like, a lot. I have the feeling that unless I post, the rp grounds to a halt and no one posts. Which is honestly not right and unfair on me, it puts pressure on me to post every single day without fail otherwise no one can post (I'm not sure if this sentiment is actually shared by others, but it's the impression I get). Everyone should be able to try and continue on if I can't post like I've tried when others have been unable. Honestly I suspect if I was to fall ill or go on holiday and miss posting for a bit the rp would just stop. Which is silly. XD
I'll catch up on the IC but I think I should be okay to post for all scenes. Depending on how things are I might be able to progress us all to the next major scene (highlighted by one of Don's bros racing towards one of the groups with information on Estelle and Josette) by tomorrow?
I hope everyone has a good weekend! I wish you the best of luck with your mum, Tae. ;A; I'm here to talk to if you need! Don't worry about not posting because I wouldn't be able to in that situation either D: I just hope things turn out okay soon ;w; *powerhugs*
My Saturday involves impending MOT failure. I can't wait for that.
I need to listen to Fox's musics :D But I'll drop a song as well cus musiiiiiiiics
Dat intro.
Also I played and finished Ground Zeroes yesterday. Even going super slow and taking my time I finished it in 90 minutes. What the flying fuck? Even as a pricecut prologue game what was the point of making this a release? Phantom Pain isn't even out until like, Late 2015.
Fucking Kojima.
All the pretty art *o*
Dang Kimchi, you're a natural at finding good arts
If I wasn't inspired before I mostly definitely am now :D Love all those pictures!
Dang Kimchi, you're a natural at finding good arts
If I wasn't inspired before I mostly definitely am now :D Love all those pictures!
Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: Lucien's room
Thrust into Lucien’s room, Thunderhawk could only breathe a heavy sigh of relief that at last, he had been given freedom in being removed out of public sight. Now… now he could at last get some clothes.
He quickly hurried to the bedroom, rummaging through the drawers in search of clothes… anything would do. And yet, there was nothing. Nothing in the drawers or closets. C’mon, there had to be something!
He spied Lucien’s pack at the foot of his bed, and quickly ripped it open, to spy that of most lucrative treasures.
CLOTHES. AT LAST.
But… but what the hell kind of taste in clothes did this man have?!
Thunderhawk’s brow twitched in irritation as he pulled out a pair of boxers laced with pictures of adorable pandas. Even the socks themselves looked ridiculous with their many brandings of penguins. Good heavens, what kind of taste did Lucien have? Thankfully they would fit, though. The ranger quickly grabbed a shirt and trousers too, before fleeing into the shower. As he did, Xandra finally entered Lucien’s room as well, locking the door behind her. Thankfully none of the paparazzi had seen them. It was a chance to catch their breath at last.
Fifteen minutes later, Thunderhawk emerged from the bathroom, feeling and smelling a lot fresher then he had been… if not smelling the best out of everyone in the Pride. He still couldn’t really believe just what he was wearing, however. Out of all of Lucien’s gear, the robes and the extremely loose fitting clothing it was the most sensible, but still…
“You, my friend, have a very unusual taste in clothing,” Thunderhawk rubbed his still aching head.
“Xandra, do you want to take a shower as well and get out of that… ridiculous costume?” Thunderhawk asked, as he trailed towards the hotel room’s fridge and cracked it open, taking one of the summoner’s precious sodas. He threw one of them to Lucien and then cracked his own open to take a large gulp. “After we’re done cleaning up, I suggest… well… hmm.”
The ranger had no real desire to find any of the other members of the Pride, or Aria either. If anything, he preferred to keep his distance from them. Retreating into his own room and sleeping the rest of the day sounded perfect, but despite that…
“Well… I think we should get back to the mission.” Thunderhawk scratched the back of his neck. “We wasted time last night… we need to start focussing again.”
I need to buy and read that right now
Careful. Very, very careful. This was a mission of absolute importance. Absolute secrecy. Sneaking mission. Could not be allowed to be seen, whatsoever. Have to be careful. Absolutely very, very careful. A single sighting… and it was all over. Everything.
He couldn’t be seen.
Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: First Floor
Skulking around the hotel’s corridors as quietly and out of sight as he could was a taller order then it might have sounded. With the hotel absolutely swarming with bodies, paparrazi and reporters still futilely searching for Los Paraisos’ newest celebrities, Selan and Don, along with the hotel’s own natural staff and tenants, the sheer act of moving from one spot to another was almost impossible. And yet he had to do so, he had to keep going, without being seen at all… because the alternative was simply impossible to comprehend.
Thunderhawk was back to being completely naked, as if his day couldn’t get any better.
It was only now, after being separated from Aria and the others that the Ranger managed to understand what was going on, and that he was always naked since he woke up. But Aria, Aria had used her illusion powers to mask his appearance, with her dress of all things. And now that he had abandoned them, or gotten out of her magic’s range (or, even more likely, the willed release of her magics) he was back to wearing his birthday suit again. Perfect.
The thought of being arrested for the rest of his life as a pervert was not a welcoming one. All it’d take is for one camera shot… he got lucky earlier. But now… no. No, he needed clothes, and he needed them now.
But how? He couldn’t get into his room – he didn’t have his keycard with him. He didn’t have his wallet or ID or anything on him to help his situation. He was stuck in this predicament all on his own. And by the gods… he needed to get out of it. He needed help.
Poking his head out the edge of one turn, he saw the corridor was empty in both directions. His body then jumped out, as the ranger dashed across the way to a door marked ‘Laundry’. He should be able to get some sheets there or something – locked. Oh gods, why?
Thomp, thomp, thomp
Footsteps. SHIT. Someone was coming. Had to run, had to hide, ah where could he go?!
He turned back, racing straight in the direction he came from, only to see a group of paparrazi walking down the corridor. Gasping, he turned and raced down the other empty corridor. It was the only way to go.
And as he did, taking the next turning as it came, he collided straight into them, landing on his backside with an aching thud. The person unlucky enough to bang into the ranger likewise did the same.
“Ow…” A male voice whined.
“Lucien? Are you alright? Are… ah!”
Thunderhawk gingerly opened his eyes, only to see he had ran into them.
Lucien and Xandra.
“Quick you guys,” Thunderhawk leapt back up to his feet. “Get me into one of your rooms or something. I need to get some clothes, now,” Thunderhawk looked over his shoulder to the sound of approaching feet. “Before we all get arrested!”
Los Paraisos: Saint Drega’s Church
Tom’s face scrunched up in the tightest wince possible as the sound of Amy’s slap echoed throughout the church, Syed’s head being knocked backwards in dramatic slow motion. Hell, Tom felt that. Poor guy.
Syed’s body tripped and fell onto one of the pews as Amy stormed out, slamming the church door behind her, leaving the silent congregation behind without so much as a look. Marcus turned to everyone, before solemnly taking his cap off and nodding, smiling back towards the others.
“I’ll, ah, go check on Amy and make sure she’s okay…” Marcus explained, before shuffling off with a bow in the cleric’s direction.
Father Tom exhaled a deep breath, and shook his head from side to side.
“Sad, so sad. But, them’s the breaks, I guess. 50% of marriages end in divorce, y’know. Oh well, you tried your best, buddy. Anyway…” Tom gave a hand to Syed, helping to pull him back up to his feet, then handed him the pen. “If you’ll sign your name here, everything will be set and done and your annulment’s done. Don’t worry, buddy. There’s always next time.”
Los Paraisos: La Macabaret
Our intrepid hero, Crimson Justice, sprang into action the moment he heard Trixie’s wailing come from beyond a door at the top of the arena. He moved in a flash, climbing straight back up the steps towards the arena’s entrance, however this time in order to quickly cross the distance, he jumped on top the nearest leather seat, and began dashing on top of them, hurtling his body at quicker and quicker speeds before sailing over and landing right in front the entrance to the ladies’ restroom. His gloved palm shot out, ready to smash through the door in order to save the endangered Wondergirl… and then suddenly stopped.
His whole body tensed up and became rigid, struck in this final pose with his palm mere millimetres away from the door. His helmeted head turned towards Aria and Selan.
“Um… this… is a ladies’ room. I… can’t.”
“Oh, grief,” Selan rolled her eyes, stomping back up the steps towards the restroom. She wanted to go down, to look upon and walk atop that magnificent stage, to see how to be on something that big felt like, but it looked as though they had other duties first. Namely, to help Trixie with whatever dilemma she was now entrapped in, and the booth that Aria had discovered emitting some kind of snoring…
“Really, Crimson Justice, it’s only a ladies room, but… I suppose you’re right.” Selan shook her head. “Help Aria with that room, would you? If someone’s actually in there, then-”
“Say no more!!” Crimson Justice shouted, his body already becoming a fiery blur as he dashed to join up with Aria and investigate the room housing the cameras. If there was a person in there, then they might have known what happened last night!
“Hmm, isn’t that the production room?” Freddie murmured, the stripper and Dylan casually walking back up the steps as well to rejoin everyone.
“Production room?” Dylan replied.
“It’s where the show’s producers and cameramen work,” Freddie reply. “La Macabaret is actually pioneering some interesting magi-technology, actually. You saw that big moving screen when you came to Los Paraisos, I’m sure? Well, they’re inventing ways to not only take pictures of something, or to capture sound onto records… but to take footage of moving pictures with sound too! They’re calling it… ‘video’! It’s meant to be the next best thing.”
“Video? Wow… how do you know all that? So… hmm… do you think they might have-”
“Yo!” Aria banged on the glass to the room, loudly slamming her fist atop the pane. “Anybody in there? Wake up!”
In the corner of the booth, she could see someone leaning back in a tiptoeing chair, their feet propped up on their desk, with their hands folded behind their head. Captured in a peaceful slumber, they were suddenly rudely awakened when the door to the room was booted open.
The poor man collapsed in a heap on the floor, his chair sent flying to the other side of the room. His eyes snapped open in anger and alertness, and greeting his sight was that of none other then… Crimson Justice!!
“Who are you?!” The exasperated man sputtered.
“KEN!” Crimson Justice shouted.
“What?!” The sound technician screamed. “Bro, what a wicked coincidence! That’s my name, too!”
He couldn’t be seen.
Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: First Floor
Skulking around the hotel’s corridors as quietly and out of sight as he could was a taller order then it might have sounded. With the hotel absolutely swarming with bodies, paparrazi and reporters still futilely searching for Los Paraisos’ newest celebrities, Selan and Don, along with the hotel’s own natural staff and tenants, the sheer act of moving from one spot to another was almost impossible. And yet he had to do so, he had to keep going, without being seen at all… because the alternative was simply impossible to comprehend.
Thunderhawk was back to being completely naked, as if his day couldn’t get any better.
It was only now, after being separated from Aria and the others that the Ranger managed to understand what was going on, and that he was always naked since he woke up. But Aria, Aria had used her illusion powers to mask his appearance, with her dress of all things. And now that he had abandoned them, or gotten out of her magic’s range (or, even more likely, the willed release of her magics) he was back to wearing his birthday suit again. Perfect.
The thought of being arrested for the rest of his life as a pervert was not a welcoming one. All it’d take is for one camera shot… he got lucky earlier. But now… no. No, he needed clothes, and he needed them now.
But how? He couldn’t get into his room – he didn’t have his keycard with him. He didn’t have his wallet or ID or anything on him to help his situation. He was stuck in this predicament all on his own. And by the gods… he needed to get out of it. He needed help.
Poking his head out the edge of one turn, he saw the corridor was empty in both directions. His body then jumped out, as the ranger dashed across the way to a door marked ‘Laundry’. He should be able to get some sheets there or something – locked. Oh gods, why?
Thomp, thomp, thomp
Footsteps. SHIT. Someone was coming. Had to run, had to hide, ah where could he go?!
He turned back, racing straight in the direction he came from, only to see a group of paparrazi walking down the corridor. Gasping, he turned and raced down the other empty corridor. It was the only way to go.
And as he did, taking the next turning as it came, he collided straight into them, landing on his backside with an aching thud. The person unlucky enough to bang into the ranger likewise did the same.
“Ow…” A male voice whined.
“Lucien? Are you alright? Are… ah!”
Thunderhawk gingerly opened his eyes, only to see he had ran into them.
Lucien and Xandra.
“Quick you guys,” Thunderhawk leapt back up to his feet. “Get me into one of your rooms or something. I need to get some clothes, now,” Thunderhawk looked over his shoulder to the sound of approaching feet. “Before we all get arrested!”
Los Paraisos: Saint Drega’s Church
Tom’s face scrunched up in the tightest wince possible as the sound of Amy’s slap echoed throughout the church, Syed’s head being knocked backwards in dramatic slow motion. Hell, Tom felt that. Poor guy.
Syed’s body tripped and fell onto one of the pews as Amy stormed out, slamming the church door behind her, leaving the silent congregation behind without so much as a look. Marcus turned to everyone, before solemnly taking his cap off and nodding, smiling back towards the others.
“I’ll, ah, go check on Amy and make sure she’s okay…” Marcus explained, before shuffling off with a bow in the cleric’s direction.
Father Tom exhaled a deep breath, and shook his head from side to side.
“Sad, so sad. But, them’s the breaks, I guess. 50% of marriages end in divorce, y’know. Oh well, you tried your best, buddy. Anyway…” Tom gave a hand to Syed, helping to pull him back up to his feet, then handed him the pen. “If you’ll sign your name here, everything will be set and done and your annulment’s done. Don’t worry, buddy. There’s always next time.”
Los Paraisos: La Macabaret
Our intrepid hero, Crimson Justice, sprang into action the moment he heard Trixie’s wailing come from beyond a door at the top of the arena. He moved in a flash, climbing straight back up the steps towards the arena’s entrance, however this time in order to quickly cross the distance, he jumped on top the nearest leather seat, and began dashing on top of them, hurtling his body at quicker and quicker speeds before sailing over and landing right in front the entrance to the ladies’ restroom. His gloved palm shot out, ready to smash through the door in order to save the endangered Wondergirl… and then suddenly stopped.
His whole body tensed up and became rigid, struck in this final pose with his palm mere millimetres away from the door. His helmeted head turned towards Aria and Selan.
“Um… this… is a ladies’ room. I… can’t.”
“Oh, grief,” Selan rolled her eyes, stomping back up the steps towards the restroom. She wanted to go down, to look upon and walk atop that magnificent stage, to see how to be on something that big felt like, but it looked as though they had other duties first. Namely, to help Trixie with whatever dilemma she was now entrapped in, and the booth that Aria had discovered emitting some kind of snoring…
“Really, Crimson Justice, it’s only a ladies room, but… I suppose you’re right.” Selan shook her head. “Help Aria with that room, would you? If someone’s actually in there, then-”
“Say no more!!” Crimson Justice shouted, his body already becoming a fiery blur as he dashed to join up with Aria and investigate the room housing the cameras. If there was a person in there, then they might have known what happened last night!
“Hmm, isn’t that the production room?” Freddie murmured, the stripper and Dylan casually walking back up the steps as well to rejoin everyone.
“Production room?” Dylan replied.
“It’s where the show’s producers and cameramen work,” Freddie reply. “La Macabaret is actually pioneering some interesting magi-technology, actually. You saw that big moving screen when you came to Los Paraisos, I’m sure? Well, they’re inventing ways to not only take pictures of something, or to capture sound onto records… but to take footage of moving pictures with sound too! They’re calling it… ‘video’! It’s meant to be the next best thing.”
“Video? Wow… how do you know all that? So… hmm… do you think they might have-”
“Yo!” Aria banged on the glass to the room, loudly slamming her fist atop the pane. “Anybody in there? Wake up!”
In the corner of the booth, she could see someone leaning back in a tiptoeing chair, their feet propped up on their desk, with their hands folded behind their head. Captured in a peaceful slumber, they were suddenly rudely awakened when the door to the room was booted open.
The poor man collapsed in a heap on the floor, his chair sent flying to the other side of the room. His eyes snapped open in anger and alertness, and greeting his sight was that of none other then… Crimson Justice!!
“Who are you?!” The exasperated man sputtered.
“KEN!” Crimson Justice shouted.
“What?!” The sound technician screamed. “Bro, what a wicked coincidence! That’s my name, too!”
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*super tight hugs*
Welcome back! I'm glad to hear your trip was fun! ^o^ I can imagine it was a blast, but yeah, screw hot weather D|
I hope my use of Aria was fine for you c: She's a fun character! And yeah, poor Ari, she smells bad enough without little Delan's little doodoo's to add to the mix D|
Good luck with all your unpacking and chill out for a bit. :) I'll use Aria briefly in my next post and then she's all yours again :D
*super tight hugs*
Welcome back! I'm glad to hear your trip was fun! ^o^ I can imagine it was a blast, but yeah, screw hot weather D|
I hope my use of Aria was fine for you c: She's a fun character! And yeah, poor Ari, she smells bad enough without little Delan's little doodoo's to add to the mix D|
Good luck with all your unpacking and chill out for a bit. :) I'll use Aria briefly in my next post and then she's all yours again :D
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