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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 3:32 pm
The bang and thud was more than enough warning that their "free time" had just come to an end, and he snapped his head towards the security guards that rushed by. Though he wasn't close enough to see exactly what had happened, he saw something that vaguely resembled an arm and... was that blood?
He had no desire to go to the Casinos, and... as he watched Ofie bolt off in the direction of what he assumed a dead body, he glanced at the card key the hunter had shoved into Sherry's hand. Perhaps another time he might have been interested in investing in such things, but from that last mission... he really didn't want to see or THINK about dead bodies, and... he really didn't want Sherry anywhere near them.
Though he had been planning on retiring to one of the rooms, he had a feeling Sherry wouldn't leave him alone so easily, so between deciding to have them stuck in a tiny room and one with more breathing space, he opted for the latter, mentally reminding himself to somewhat thank the sun hunter later if they made it out alive, and grabbed Sherry's hand, dragging her off towards the cabins.
[ Exit ]OOC Name Tag: Colby Jack Funds: $3500 + ($100) - $??? = $???
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 4:40 pm
Lawrence was finally getting up at the sound of the announcement, he offered Ro a brief farewell to which he raised his second drink taking another sip. They would get by, hunters had an exceptional knack for getting by it seemed.
Alone again he continued to sample his drink debating going to his room. That was when the gun shot went off. Panic kicked in, and rightfully so, people where scrambling everywhere and orders where being belted out over the intercom.
With a heavy sigh Roland lifted his glass finishing his drink shivering as the last of the whiskey wound its way down into hit gut.
< You awake Sylvia? It sounds like works getting started, you've been quiet this whole time too. >
There was a long pause before Sylvia made her mental presence known again.
<< I'm here, I just, I don't like this place Roland, boats make me nervous. >>
And just like that Roland was left with his own thoughts again. He wasn't sure why Sylvia was so quiet, but regardless of that things where coming to life and he was likely expected to be involved. Slipping away from the bar he moved towards the commotion frowning all the way.Exit to MurderQuote: Name Tag: Elie Joel Money: $5,390 Drinks: 2
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:00 pm
Saya jumped as Wilson snuck behind her. She peeked and she had been sure he was talking to another hunter and now he was here? W-Was Wilson a ninja? She held the bag to her chest, eyes darting back and forth as she .. debated an answer.
Busted. Promptos's flat tone indicated the most minimal of interest.
Saya couldn't lie.
"It's um.. for.. E-Emmaline?" Hesitantly, she held up the bag towards Wilson, eyes casted downwards. "because it's such a nice trip and she couldn't.. be here.. But .."
Five minutes, a conversation and another purchase later, Saya, Wilson and Ryan would have to be rushed out of the store.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:01 pm
Sherry tried to get a glimpse of what was going on over at the main lobby, but the crowd was growing and making that difficult. Things were made even more difficult because about that time Jake grabbed her hand and started dragging her in another direction. "What?" She was all for wandering off with Jake, but there were things happening and Sherry didn't know if they should be leaving. She was too busy telling herself not to get flustered by everything that was happening to protest though. So she left the Promenade and headed towards the cabins. [Exit]Quote: Name tag: Summer Barley Monies: $2,100 Walking around somewhere...
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:02 pm
Wash couldn't help but smile back. He hadn't seen her act like this in a long time, not since -
Well, not since before the dungeons.
He wisely chose not to voice this observation, instead glancing at the pair of IDs he'd grabbed off the table. Mister Gherardo Morgan and Missus Anastacia Loretta Finley.
Gherardo. Really? He rolled his eyes.
"We-ell, Miss Finley, on a fine vessel like this, I'd reckon so." He handed her ID, and his grin suddenly grew wider. Fake IDs could be fun. "Now, ma'am, would you be so kind as t'let your humble valet take your things t'your room? Or would you perhaps rather do a little socializin'?"
He leaned down, whispering in her ear conspiratorially, "If you're real good I'll let ya have my first dance."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:11 pm
Sasha gave Mr. Morgan a very wicked smile as she nabbed her ID from him.
"I do say, Mister Morgan, that I would very much like to take you back to my room so I can --"
At that point she was cut off by a rotund little man ordering them away from the promenade and towards the casino. She gave him a look before reaching out to take Wash's hand.
"Lets go see what's going on?" Her voice was a low whisper.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:21 pm
Murder? It felt like they just got there... Otto drank the entirety of what remained in his bottle of beer, and left the Deck.
[[Exit]]
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:21 pm
Bang. At first, Maebe thought it was another drunk like Mark. The blood rectified that mistake.
"What were you saying about things being too relaxed?" She smirked, hopping off her stool and downing the rest of her beer before heading over to check it out.
((exit))
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:26 pm
Jude blinked a bit. Well.
He was right to be paranoid.
For the most part. He just got up and wandered after Maebe because maybe it could be interesting?
He shifted his shoulders in a shrug at his own thoughts.
((EXIT))
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:51 pm
The bang made Peyton jump, and she spun on her heel, tiny fists raising up as if something world present itself a target.
Instead she caught a glimpse of a body, a pool of blood, and security personnel trying to force ask the passengers away from the scene. It left lavender eyes wide as she recalled a few of the horror stories Bix had shaded with her.
She wasn't a fan of law enforcement though, not even security detail. As they began moving everyone into the casino Peyton let herself be needed along with everyone else.
[Exit to casino]
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 9:29 pm
At exactly 7:00 PM island time, which was what the Hunter's cell phones were still set to, which incidentally meant they were sailing somewhere near the Bermuda Triangle, probably a Caribbean cruise, all Hunters would get a text:Text from BLOCKED Dinner with the Captain at 7:00 PM, at the dining hall, floor 6. Attendance is mandatory.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 5:40 am
Jason had been pretty interested in the selection that the shops had to offer when he received the text for dinner.
First he was on a cruise ship, complete with money to spare, and now he was being invited to dinner?
Why couldn't every mission be like this?
[Exit!]
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