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Post by Trinity on Nov 22, 2015 7:40:06 GMT -8
Mason was up in this cut, yo.
To Charlie- "Heya. We okay back here?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 23, 2015 18:23:06 GMT -8
((Maybe it was a more conservative edit than necessary, but it works, we can move on. The key thing is for you to not be making up too many details about the world or its people - that's me - and especially on the results of actions taken by your character. For example, if you dial a number, I tell you how many times it rings, if it gets picked up, and whether anything interrupts the process. This is most important in action scenes, which essentially this whole scene is so far.))
Charlie glanced at Mason, then back to the desk.
Charlie- "Probably, Mr. Estevez." He hustled to the other side of the desk and crouched without the gun pointing directly at Jill. "Take it easy, ma'am. We're professionals."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 23, 2015 20:28:35 GMT -8
Jill blockaded herself meagerly with her swivel chair. She could always push it into the opposition if desperate. Jill - "What business do you have endangering the hotel guests and my staff?" ((I made stuff up since I wasn't told what was happening with the phone, but I now realize I obviously should have asked. It's kind of awkward playing a manager that doesn't know all the details since that puts the breaks on things my character would do. So, question 1.) What sort of people are staying at the hotel at this time, and what is keeping them from leaving their rooms as things go down?))
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Post by Trinity on Nov 24, 2015 11:46:00 GMT -8
Mason stepped to the opposite side, his gun in both hands and pointing away from the woman. Mason- "That's, uh.. classified. Yeah. It's all under control." He tried to sound confident and official-like.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 25, 2015 0:12:18 GMT -8
Mr. Swivels was staying in place for the moment. Bruckner began to play on the radio, which was actually kind of fitting.
Blondie seemed too sure carrying around a weapon to deal with, but Jill reasoned that there was a chance the impractically fashionable stutterer might be more suggestible. Jill - "'Professionals', huh?" Jill said more to herself than to anyone.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2015 0:15:35 GMT -8
((i'll let that stand but same as the other area no more than one post per player between gm posts, i'll be doing those for both areas at the same pace, to keep them from getting out of whack. i know, hardly tolerable, but it's what we get for starting a game with people who are on opposite sides of the fucking planet.))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2015 16:38:23 GMT -8
∆§Indea§∆
The blond one listened for something, and looked back to Jill, or the chair she was behind.
Charlie- "Very much under control. But there's an unknown. How will you act? Why don't you come out here so we can make sure we're all on the same page, and prevent accidents? Nobody wants problems."
Jill heard but could not see some scuffling people coming in from the front.
Bus Driver / Moustache- "Now, stand over there. Estevez! Is there someone under that desk?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 25, 2015 18:14:18 GMT -8
It was time to abandon Mr. Swivel. As much as he'd hate to admit it, the chair probably couldn't take on three armed men and tell the tale. Jill - "My legs were beginning to cramp up, anyway." Jill pulled herself out from under the desk using the topside, causing a paper to flutter down. She groaned.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 25, 2015 18:26:48 GMT -8
Meg went where she was told, this guy was cranky and armed. It didn't stop her from rolling her eyes dramatically. Some people just couldn't handle truth bombs. Maybe they'd reconsider the whole child murdering thing, it was pretty rough to think about, sass was way easier. She grinned a little when Jill popped out from the desk. Classic Jill. The poor woman was probably more upset than she was.
She gave her a little wave from her designated spot.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 25, 2015 18:59:04 GMT -8
Jill was upset that Meg was caught up in all this, but happy that she could at least determine her safety with her own eyes. Now Jill only had to worry about the other two dozen people in her care... Jill - She returns the wave awkwardly.
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Post by Trinity on Nov 25, 2015 22:54:56 GMT -8
Looks like their holding these women hostage now. That'll be a story for the relatives at Christmas dinner. Estevez was starting to feel like the bad guy, if only just a little. As long as he didn't have to shoot anyone other than terrifying, nightmare-fuel kids, he would be fine.
He nodded his head to the now standing Jill, and kept his gun pointed downward.
Mason- "Yeah, we got it. No problems here, boss."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 27, 2015 20:40:58 GMT -8
Moustache seemed to be in charge. He pointed here and there with shotguns as he orchestrated the action.
Moustache- "Alright, now, you ladies sit together over there. Gentlemen, keep them in your sights."
Charlie- "No problems at all."
Boss man backed toward the door.
Moustache- "I'm gonna keep an eye on the lobby."
Then he was gone. Wonder if he'll make a good concierge?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 28, 2015 9:10:31 GMT -8
Jill moseyed over. Jill - "So, is this just a normal day of violence for you gentlemen?" She wondered where Mitch was at this time. "If Mr. Bunstein is playing hooky he's going to be in so much trouble when this is over... I do hope he's safe."
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Post by Trinity on Nov 28, 2015 11:41:40 GMT -8
Mason decided not to answer that directly. He moved closer to the women, standing a few feet in front of them. Had Moustache and the others from the company done this sort of thing before? He'd be willing to bet on it.
Mason- "If you're not hurt, it hasn't gotten violent, has it? Think of it more like.. forceful persuasion. Yeah."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 28, 2015 13:07:24 GMT -8
Once the big boss guy was out of the room, Meg eyed their new captors. They looked pretty young but that's how cults liked them right? She wondered how much she could get away with because she was dying for a coffee and smoke break. Like seriously. "I'm Meg by the way. Apparently people are less prone to killing you if they begin to humanise you. I like vampire fiction and I have a cat called 'Death', it's ironic. The name not the cat. Jill hasn't even heard the best part. They plan on killing the kiddies in room 404 with a bunch of guns. Regular Gandhis, these guys... Man, I hope those guys in 203 don't try and order weird room service again, that moustachio psycho bus guy will be like bom-bam, have a bullet to the mouth. He has no customer service skills. "
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