I tried to smile to the Master Chief. I really was enjoying the, not knowing, part of my diet and now wondered about Grey’s food needs. Then I remembered our problem. I nodded to the Chief, then said. “I was wondering if there are any foods made here that would have been eaten during my old life. You know like beer turkey sandwich or french-fry’s. I know it’s silly to reminisce about my old life and wouldn’t meet my needs now. It would only hold a guilty pleasure of the past”
The Chief smiled then leaned in to speak privately to us. “there is a few none human products that come in every week. I even have chocolates from time to time. I could whip you up a treat but you must keep it between us. It goes against yours and Master Grey dietary needs. But it would be great fun to make the old snacks. Wait here I will be right back”.
As he left us I leaned in and whispered “Your call, go look around or wait with me. They like you, your security and that makes them trust you”.
As we were about to leave the kitchen the chef came up to me with a tray with a plate with a silver cover and a bottle of beer.
I thanked him as Grey and I left the kitchen. We quickly headed back to Grey ‘s office. I followed his lead hoping he had an idea of what to do next.
Looking at Grey now sitting behind his desk I couldn’t help but point out to him, “this job and office suits you”. I couldn’t help but take a moment admire him. Then I set the food tray down on a cabinet.
As Grey spoke ("There has to be something to this.... We wouldn't be in charge of him, would we? What's his file say?").
I remembered a small clip of Scott in Grey’s’ file but she had no recall of a file on Scott. Then it dawned on me. His file would be where it would be safest. Right here in Greys’ office.
I started going through the stack of files on the desk. Sure enough I found Scott’s.
"Really?" said Grey with a bit of a grin. "Some skinny teenager looks the part of head of security?"
Trish passed him the file and he opened it, surprised to find a letter addressed to him. Hesitantly, he opened it and began to read.
I'll bet you're confused as to how and why this man is involved in all of this. Well, you see kiddo, when he came to me for my services, I presented him with a deal. As you know, the decisions involved can be very difficult to make, so naturally, he asked me for time to think it over. His deal is between himself and I, but he decided, he didn't like either option, and tried to make a third for himself by taking you hostage.
You know how I feel about this, so I came up with a way to balance things out. He's being put in a little timeout for his actions, but this time is also what he asked me for; time to think things over. Once he makes his final decision, he may leave and face the natural consequences of his choice. Until that time, he will remain imprisoned both physically by us, and mentally by himself.
~Have a nice stay
Grey frowned. "This explains a bit..." He passed the letter to Trish. While she read, Grey noticed that the drink from that night was beginning to wear off.
I had to laugh at Gray’s comment. “Kido, that might be how you see yourself. And to tell the truth, that is what I saw when you first walked into my office. But now you have taken this situation in hand and your thinking for yourself. I see a young person who is running security for a hotel and doing it well”.
Reading the letter, I nodded. Then I looked to Grey, and said. “So you’re here to turn the tables on Scott and give him what he asked for. Time. I am here and I am told my condition temporary. We have jobs, so I take it we are here to work”.
I shook my head taking in this new information. Then a knock at the door a, the a sever with a large try of stepped inside.
I walked over to him and took the tray, feeling very uncomfortable about the man walking in as I was talking to Grey. I said to the severe “thank you, I got this and will leave the tray outside the door when we are done.” He took a deep breath then turned and left the room.
I looked to Grey as I placed the tray on the desk. It had the two covered plates and glasses. But most of all the two tall bottles that were meant for just them. I said to Grey “That made me a bit uncomfortable”. As I began pouring our drinks.
Grey shrugged. "Anyone here could make you uncomfortable. You're not used to being around inhumans in a casual, non-violent environment," said Grey.
Removing the lid with his name labeled to it, he found a plate of French dip sandwiches. He had to admit it all smelled amazing, but despite the returning discomfort, Grey decided not to touch his drink.
He took they tray from before. "I'll take this to the back," he said, standing. They didn't know if it was up to them or not to feed Scott, but Grey supposed it was better to be safe than sorry.
Scott thanked him quietly for the meal when he slid the trey under the slot in the door.
"You said you needed time," said Grey, expressionless.
"...What?" Scott didn't know what he was talking about.
"Casper left me a letter. He said you asked for time to think about your decision," he explained. "This is that time."
When Scott didn't say anything, Grey took it to mean there was no more to be said between them just now, so he returned to the office to join Trish for their lunch.
John Creed burst through the front doors of the unknown hotel bleeding, a lot. He couldn't think of what happened to him or why, all he knew was that he was going to die, and soon if he couldn't get some form of medical assistance. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a short scruffy beard. He wore denim jeans, what seemed to be black combat boots, and a brown leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, around his waist there was a holster with a 44. magnum strapped snugly inside. The young man of about 27 years old hit the hard floor with a thud, blood immediately beginning to pool around him.
(I know this rp has been going on for a while, if you guys don't want anyone else to join because it has been so long that makes total sense I will just magically leave )
I was sitting in Grey’s’ office enjoying lunch. I really liked having the company. The drink I had poured, was as far as I could go. I knew now that the foods here were human based. The pleasant smell of the blood in the alcohol drink matched the meat from Grey’s’ sandwiches. I was being to notice just how enhanced my scents were becoming. But I just couldn’t bring myself to eat more than. I couldn’t even think it.
As he said, ("Anyone here could make you uncomfortable. You're not used to being around in-humans in a casual, non-violent environment,"). I was caught off guard. I felt like I had miss lead him.
I chose to share a secret, that was not just mine to share. I spoke softly almost sounding regretful. “Actually Grey as a hunter I spent a lot of time,” I paused, I wasn’t sure how to say it so went with blunt. “I guess you would call it undercover. See a small amount of demon, wolf or vampire blood. Just one half of a cc will mask a hunters’ sent. Then you have almost a week to infiltrate the hive or nest. I killed solo inhumane for years then. I was promoted to spy. That is where I met” I stopped myself. I remembered we were caught. But no memory of what happened to my. I needed to stop thinking.
Then a knock at the door and the doorman stepped into Grey’s office. He quickly said “there is a problem in the lobby that requires your attention Master Grey, Miss Trish”. Then turned and quickly walked away back towards the lobby.
I looked to Grey as I stood up, and said, “Time to go back to work already”. I headed for the door.
Grey was beginning to form a clearer picture of Trish.
There was quite the commotion going on in the lobby. Someone was lying on the floor, unconscious and bleeding heavily. A medic rushed into the room after them to see to the situation while a small group of guests gathered around, muttering to each other.
As no one was currently hurting anyone or anything else, Grey guessed what he should be doing. He went to the front desk where the woman whose name he still didn't know stood, not much change in her expression.
"New guest?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered casually. "He just came through the door like that. That's all I know at the moment. Master Trish would have his file if he's a guest or new employee."
As the rest watched the medic work, Grey slipped out the front doors, following the thick drips of blood.
Seeing that Grey had everything in hand. I turned to the doorman and said, “Why did you ask me to come here?”
He smiled and said “Every guest must have a room to be reset to. This man has no room assigned to him. He passed out before he agreed to stay”.
I didn’t understand what this meant, I asked him, “So what am I to do in a case like this? What are my options. What happens to that man?”
The doorman nodded to me then said, “Without a hotel room for the mans’ body and soul to be reset to, the mans’ body and his soul will be destroyed. It is your choice to walk away and let this happen or assign him a room and order him to be moved to it”.
I had no idea what to do. A person was dying in my lobby. I could doom him to this place or he could be, just gone. I had to decide, and fast.
I walked to the front desk looked at the dark haired lady. Thinking these people need name tags, I said to her, “I need an open room and I need it now.”
She handed me a key card and said “Room 113 is his”. I took the key card and turned around. There was four large men right in front of me, one said "We are ready to move him”. I handed him the key card and off they went to the man. There was even two maids at the ready with mops and buckets, ready to clean up the mess.
I couldn’t help but think as I headed to my office ‘Grey off finding out what happened to this guy and where he came from. That could tell us more about this place. The staff has the new man in hand. All I need is his file ‘. In my office I sat at my desk. No new file yet. I whispered to myself, “ wonder how long it takes before it comes to my desk?
John woke up in an unfamiliar room and his whole body ached as if he was completely ripped in half. He rolled over and as soon as he did he felt something crumple, he pulled out a file and put it on the bed, as soon as he did the file completely disappeared, he thought that he must be really out of it if things were dissapearing, but he had bigger problems, he had failed in the most important assassination of his life. In fact it seemed as if it was a setup all along... But that was a thought for another time. He stood up despite his body practically screaming at him to stop. He stumbled out of the door and some how managed to find his way to the bar. He looked down during this aimless journey and noticed his clothes were covered in holes and blood, then he remembered that he had been shot at least a dozen times by a variety of calibers.
Where had the bullets gone? The wounds? How was he still alive?
He didn't ponder on it for long, all he cared about was that he was still alive and just wanted a drink. He sat down at the bar and asked the bartender
"Be a pal and get me a whiskey will you?".............
The file had by some abnormal means gotten to Trish's office.
Name: John Stone
Old Occupation: Hitman
Bio: John is a fallen Angel that was sent to Earth to redeem himself by killing Evil people. However he was quickly overtaken by the lists of human life and fell deeper into the mortal world until he was condemned to mortal damnation.
Cause of Death/Immortal Damnation: Because of John's fall from holliness, John lost his "wings" and had only one chance to redeem himself, however he had let his human emotions and desires cloud his judgement and he was led to a trap by the enemy gang and was shot, a lot.
The file slowly appeared on the center of the desk. I picked up the file and began to read. A fallen Angel, “lovely,” I said to myself. I looked to the clock on my wall. I had never paid to much attention to it before. It moved a bit faster than a normal clock. I didn't like the feel of time moving twice as fast as it should. I didn’t like it. I wanted it to be normal. Then the clock began to slow. It held normal time.
“Wow” I said out loud. “I do run something around here”. Now I was thinking again. 6:48 It is almost dark outside and Grey is out there. I knew I couldn’t go anywhere with the sun still up.
I need a drink. Not for my nerves but to calm my hunger. So I headed out of my office to the bar. As opened my door I could see someone already sitting at the bar. My first thoughts went to Grey. As I got closer, I could see that it was the new guest. Now curiosity was my main emotion.
The bar tender came over with that dark red bottle and a glass. He poured me a drink and left the bottle as he walked away. I looked to the stranger and said, “Hi, my name is Trish. So what’s your story? If you don’t mind me asking. How did you get here?”. I picked up my glass and took a long thrust quenching drink. I set my glass back down and pick up the bottle to pour me another.
John smiled at the woman, took a sip of his whiskey, and by some unknown force he was compelled to tell her his story, his whole story.
"Well, where can I start?" John chuckled
"I know you may find this hard to believe but I was once an angel. The angel of vengeance more specifically. And one day when I was helping a young woman cope with the lost of her husband, and whether or not she really wanted to kill the man that killed him or not, I must have been tricked, by the Devil, because I fell in love with that woman. Against all regulations, I went into a human form and talked to this woman until one thing led to another and I fell, quite literally" by this time he had lost his enthusiasm and the smile went away from his face.
"I felt my wings get literally torn from my body and I knew that I was stuck as a human. However I found a note, written by God. I kid you not. The jest of that note was if I was to regain my wings I was to kill 31 evil spirits. Some demons who, against God's rules, had been terrorizing humans. I killed a few of these, some of which included vampires and other devilish abominations. But I also fell deeper into my mortality, I lusted and I wanted. I began to kill humans for money. To fill the empty hole inside my life. Then they killed her. The woman I had fell in love with was torn apart, by them." By this time John had a tear in his eye, but he quickly wiped it away and continued.
"This destroyed me. I became a horrible thing, even by human standards. I drank, killed, and enjoyed many women, but the grief never went away. One day, I was sent on a mission. I was supposed to kill an innocent politician, with a family. A mob had paid me to do it. But I couldn't do it. Instead I went back to the base the mob was holed up in and I began to kill them. I must have forgotten I wasn't immortal anymore because as I killed, I was shot, a lot, and by the time I finished with the monstrous lot I was supposed to be dead, but I wasn't. So I hopped into my car and drove. Could have sworn I was in a city, but I blinked and then I was outside of here. I suppose this is my fate, I was an angel, I can't die and go to heaven, but I also can't go to hell. So I suppose that when I died, I was sent here. Why? I don't know. Maybe you have the answer." John finished this statement and stared directly into Trisha's eyes, as if they held the answers to all the things that happened to him, as if they were the key to redeeming himself.
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Reason: There was a grammar issue that bugged me when I re-read it.
Looking to the man who has fallen so far, I almost felt sorry for him. But with all I have learned. I knew better, I said. “We here at Hotel California are programmed to receive guests. You now have time, all the time you could ever need to redeem yourself. Because you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave”. Those words now held new meaning to me. I now understood them.
I smiled to him and my mind went to Grey. This was a fallen angle he should have an idea about a vale. I said “I have a friend outside investigating your arrival. Did anyone cross over with you?”. I wondered what kind of seen Grey might have walked into and who or what may be living out side of the hotel. Death would only send guests like Grey back to his room but non-guests. That could be messy or not.
Before the new guest could speak, I saw Grey walk through the dining hall. He seemed to have a small arsenal with him. He looked fine, and I was glad to see he returned safely.
The bar tender smiled as he saw Grey come into the Hall. Then with a concerned expression set a large old wooden file box on the bar, and said. “Excuse my interruption. The last overseer of the hotel asked me to hold on to these. He asked me to turn it over to the next one who could be trusted”. Then walked away.
The old beat up wooden box sat on the bar looking very out of place. I stood up and lifted the box off the bar. Wondering where I should go with it. Looking down on its dusty lid there were words. I stepped away from the bar and blew some of the dust off. It said. (Outcasts). Finding it odd that this box of files was not kept in my office with the others and with what the bar tender said. I was ready to head for Grey’s office.
I looked to John, he looked so lost. My thought went from the box to the vale. This guy needed something. I needed knowledge, I said. "John if you want you can come with me. I have a few mystery's to understand". Then I headed for Grey's office.
Without knocking I slipped inside, and said. “I hope you don’t mind my barging in. I think I need a safe place to open this box”. I set the kind a large heavy box down on his desk.
There was a waning moon hanging low on the horizon when she noticed the neon sign flashing in the distance. There had been nothing else for miles and the sun was likely to rise in less than an hour. It was a choice of digging a hole and covering up or this decent looking hotel. Pandora couldn't see any reason to muss her hair. She pulled her claret colored Lincoln into a space and checked her lipstick in the vanity mirror.
Her fangs, only evident when angry or feeding, we're tucked neatly into place. As an ancient vampire, she needed to feed much less often than the young fledgelings. She hadn't feed in weeks as it was. The longest being 2 years.
She was on a mission. To find Marius and mend their relationship after the huge fight they had. She had no idea where he might have gone.
As she stepped into the front door and rang the bell, her cellular phone buzzed twice indicating a text message.
I think I've found him. Call me when you can.