"Don't lie ta me boyyyy, I can tell when you are lying." I said. I looked over to Grant's shoulder at Nat and waved. I turned back to Grant. "I had some EMT training Junior year, I can help too." I said trying to force my way into the room.
He chuckles, easily stopping the drunk guy. "I'm a certified life guard. I'll be fine." He says with a chuckle, pushing him out and closing the door. Though the locked door: "Besides, loud drunk people can disturb others. EMTs should know that..." He chuckles. The deadbolt clicks. "See you tomarrow when you are sober and hungover."
I grinned, the small pun making me feel better. "Yeah, I feel a little hot, though." I try to push myself into a sitting position, wincing. Seeing as I could lift myself with one burned arm, the skin on it red and angry, I was pretty impressed. "I'm going to fix myself up in the bathroom, and head to my room. Whatever's waiting for me as some sort of sick present for being a "veteran" in my room, I need to be ready for." I pushed myself up, ready to stand, but hissed, sitting back down on the bed when my skin ached from the movement.
He frowns. "I'm serious, you might easily tear skin and stuff, then you will feel the agony of having to use whiskey to sterilize that wound. Just relax here. I'll sleep on the floor if that would you make you more comfy." He says softly, but stern, actually serious. "I'll call room service, get that present thing for you in a second. Do you need help putting on the cream?" He asks gently, a slight blush forming.
I stood outside Grant's room. I could feel the anger build up when he shoved me out and locked the door. How dare he, you offer your help and he shoves you out, just goes to show he thinks you're a stupid hick who can't do anything right.. It was the voice again, "Shut up" I say under my breath trying to control my anger. She thinks you're an idiot too, and they are supposed to be your friends. "Go to hell Grant!" I scream out suddenly, not fully aware of what I said or why I said it. You see, you can't even control your anger, you're not a man, your just like that brute, a monster. I snapped, "Open the fucking door Grant!" I said I pounded the door so hard the door rattled on it's hinges.
He turns to the door. "Friend, I'm serious, We don't need your help. Very nice to offer it though, I'll let you take care of stitching and all. I do believe you are an EMT. But please calm down!" He yells at the door. He slips his revolver out, but leaves it uncocked. Takes a lot of energy and anger to do that to a door...
You head on toward the medical bay, there appears to be a nutty doctor working on... someone. Best not disturb him, at the moment. He's singing to himself, chuckling manically.
I ignore the Doctor, he seemed so occupied with the client he was dealing with. Moving around the office, I found the supplies I figured I would need to fix myself up. With supplies in hand, I headed back down to the main area. There was a couch I could sit on and said couch became my resting spot for the moment. Ripping off my pant's leg and the shitty cloth rag that was around the wound, I braced myself and pound ALOT of rubbing alcohol on my wound. It bubbled and stung to the high heavens. Biting my lower lip, I waited for all of the puss to get out and for the stinging pain to go away before I wrap it up in proper bandages. "This should do for now." I said to my self as I got up to have a look around. At the main table was a list of names and rooms, I found mine and headed for the elevator for the correct floor.
"Calm down! Calm down! sorry bro I can't calm down. I'm losing my mind here! I'm a million miles from home, in some twisted nightmare of a city. I had to kill another person, I had to look into their eyes as their life drained away from them! That crap messes with you man!" I stop pounding on the door and slide down into a sitting position. "I going fucking crazy man, and there is not a damn thing I can do!" I said before completely breaking down and sobbing.
INTERLUDE:
You found yourself standing in the midst of a 5-Star Hotel: It was massive, towering over most structures in Carcer City – the best part, however, was how well kept it was – you could see golden lights glimmer from within, the exterior was recently polished, a velvet red carpet adorned the entrance. A blue neon light sparked on, revealing the name 'Hilton' at it's brim: However, due to certain unfortunate events, you had to take the back door.
"Welcome to your moment of reprieve, kiddies. All reservations for this set are paid by yours truly, Director Lionel Starkweather. You're going to stay here for the night until mid-day, I'm preparing our next scene in the meantime. Oh, and all refreshments, food, and commodities are paid for. So enjoy it before it ends!"
A pause.
"... And on a final note: All 'veteran' Murder Gamers, I've left you presents in your rooms. Check it out."
Creeeek... the back door, forged from stainless steel, and reinforced with iron, budged open. You gasp, opening your mouth, in utter awe as you spot this:
An elegant, well-furnished lobby, decked out with the finest liquor you'd ever taste. Ruby red sofas, polished marble floors, and lined-up columns stacked the place up. An attractive female, sporting blonde hair, blue eyes, simply smiled. On Starkweather's paygrade, no doubt. A line of keys met your gaze, a name and room number on each.
"Welcome! How may I be of service?"
Welcome to the Hotel! The kills and banishments WILL be posted @ Round Two. PLEASE BE SURE TO VOTE. Oh, and you don't have too long to stay here. I'd say... this interludes ends by tonight or tomorrow! So have fun! Btw, there's a med lab in the Hotel. All injured are there!
CAST LIST:
@Akibahara as Adam (NPC)
@TheColourlessRainbow as Cody
@Dallas as "Gage"
@C92cool as Chris
@Gadwall7 as Grant
@MrDubWubs as Michael
@Reaper Jack as Jack
@MattieLee as Leesa
@JayJay as Jenna
@Xibilation as Natalie
@La Muerte as Tyler
@LittleMissTinkerToy as Lydia
@Melancholy as Amber
@Cres as Bryan Cordova
@phantasmagoricStoner as Batrisyia
@JextheShadow as Mark
@Laura as Laura
@The Gil as Gil Vieira
@The Last Outlaw as Nathan
@seeing the reflection as Nia
@dunaway5 as Jake
@Lunar-Eclipse as Alyce
@AlekseyVN1922 as Aleksey Vasilyevich Nevzorov
@Sandra as Salwa
My eyes widened, and I smirked, despite feeling awkward. "I think I'm good. I'd be more comfortable if you were to-" I made a sideways U with my finger and whistled, a little thing that meant "turn around." When I knew he wasn't looking, I slowly started to turn, wincing the whole time, trying not to cry out. I was aware of Nate outside the door, pounding away in his drunken state, which I found entertaining.
Grant sighs, and puts his revolver away. "I forgive you, just sleep. You really need to sleep, not drink."
He turns back around when you're done. "Umm, thats kinda my bed too." He says with s shy smile. "We can just put pillows or something between us if you want. Kinda want something soft to sleep on." He says, now blushing. He rubs his neck a bit awkwardly. Nat was slowly growing on him... (:3).
I spotted the man when I had reached ground floor, it was someone new which could have been a good thing. "Haven't seen you yet, the names Chris." I said as I walked up the older gentlemen with my hand outstretched, waiting to see if he would shake.
I sat up, a little too quickly for comfort.
