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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:16 pm
Nova Blancke Silly Genji The door swung open with a deafening creak, an enigmatic man barged straight into the bar, his dark trench coat billowing behind him. He swept the hair out his face in a smooth motion. His emerging caused a lot of muttering and stares. He didn't belong here, that was for sure and not only that, he was holding up a wooden compass that was gilded with distinct embroidering of the virgin Mary. The gold was slightly dulled through the ages. The man sighed, as though his suspicions were quelled. He pocketed the compass and took a stool at the bar, next to a very rough looking man. The young man stared him up before leaning forwards onto the bar and resting his elbow on it. "Can I have half a pint of your finest larger and could you top it off with coca cola, please?"Russel got his vodka. Just pure wodka. He was about to take a sip untill he heard what the guy next to him ordered. "You call that a drink dude?" Russel asked surprised The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:19 pm
Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The door swung open with a deafening creak, an enigmatic man barged straight into the bar, his dark trench coat billowing behind him. He swept the hair out his face in a smooth motion. His emerging caused a lot of muttering and stares. He didn't belong here, that was for sure and not only that, he was holding up a wooden compass that was gilded with distinct embroidering of the virgin Mary. The gold was slightly dulled through the ages. The man sighed, as though his suspicions were quelled. He pocketed the compass and took a stool at the bar, next to a very rough looking man. The young man stared him up before leaning forwards onto the bar and resting his elbow on it. "Can I have half a pint of your finest larger and could you top it off with coca cola, please?"Russel got his vodka. Just pure wodka. He was about to take a sip untill he heard what the guy next to him ordered. "You call that a drink dude?" Russel asked surprised The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?" "A larger with a coke? First of all...that combination is the first one I ever heard that I think doesn't make any sense at all and second...larger and coke?" Russel explained while still looking a bit amused by this choice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:24 pm
Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The door swung open with a deafening creak, an enigmatic man barged straight into the bar, his dark trench coat billowing behind him. He swept the hair out his face in a smooth motion. His emerging caused a lot of muttering and stares. He didn't belong here, that was for sure and not only that, he was holding up a wooden compass that was gilded with distinct embroidering of the virgin Mary. The gold was slightly dulled through the ages. The man sighed, as though his suspicions were quelled. He pocketed the compass and took a stool at the bar, next to a very rough looking man. The young man stared him up before leaning forwards onto the bar and resting his elbow on it. "Can I have half a pint of your finest larger and could you top it off with coca cola, please?"Russel got his vodka. Just pure wodka. He was about to take a sip untill he heard what the guy next to him ordered. "You call that a drink dude?" Russel asked surprised The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?" "A larger with a coke? First of all...that combination is the first one I ever heard that I think doesn't make any sense at all and second...larger and coke?" Russel explained while still looking a bit amused by this choice. The man turned away from Russel to face the bar, obviously annoyed. Who was this man, and why was he talking to him? He received his beverage and sipped it, contented. He said a word of thanks to the barkeep and supped some more. After a couple of strained moments, he placed his unusual concoction onto a beermat. He waited a couple of more painfully awkward moments before speaking again. "Can I drink what I want without being interrogated? Or is that to much to ask?" The man obviously had extremely poor social skills.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:28 pm
Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The door swung open with a deafening creak, an enigmatic man barged straight into the bar, his dark trench coat billowing behind him. He swept the hair out his face in a smooth motion. His emerging caused a lot of muttering and stares. He didn't belong here, that was for sure and not only that, he was holding up a wooden compass that was gilded with distinct embroidering of the virgin Mary. The gold was slightly dulled through the ages. The man sighed, as though his suspicions were quelled. He pocketed the compass and took a stool at the bar, next to a very rough looking man. The young man stared him up before leaning forwards onto the bar and resting his elbow on it. "Can I have half a pint of your finest larger and could you top it off with coca cola, please?"Russel got his vodka. Just pure wodka. He was about to take a sip untill he heard what the guy next to him ordered. "You call that a drink dude?" Russel asked surprised The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?" "A larger with a coke? First of all...that combination is the first one I ever heard that I think doesn't make any sense at all and second...larger and coke?" Russel explained while still looking a bit amused by this choice. The man turned away from Russel to face the bar, obviously annoyed. Who was this man, and why was he talking to him? He received his beverage and sipped it, contented. He said a word of thanks to the barkeep and supped some more. After a couple of strained moments, he placed his unusual concoction onto a beermat. He waited a couple of more painfully awkward moments before speaking again. "Can I drink what I want without being interrogated? Or is that to much to ask?" The man obviously had extremely poor social skills. "Sure thing dude." Russel said after he downed his shot of Vodka."So...you also hunting ghosts?" Russel said at the man who did not seem to be in his...natural enviourment.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:33 pm
Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The door swung open with a deafening creak, an enigmatic man barged straight into the bar, his dark trench coat billowing behind him. He swept the hair out his face in a smooth motion. His emerging caused a lot of muttering and stares. He didn't belong here, that was for sure and not only that, he was holding up a wooden compass that was gilded with distinct embroidering of the virgin Mary. The gold was slightly dulled through the ages. The man sighed, as though his suspicions were quelled. He pocketed the compass and took a stool at the bar, next to a very rough looking man. The young man stared him up before leaning forwards onto the bar and resting his elbow on it. "Can I have half a pint of your finest larger and could you top it off with coca cola, please?"Russel got his vodka. Just pure wodka. He was about to take a sip untill he heard what the guy next to him ordered. "You call that a drink dude?" Russel asked surprised The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?" "A larger with a coke? First of all...that combination is the first one I ever heard that I think doesn't make any sense at all and second...larger and coke?" Russel explained while still looking a bit amused by this choice. The man turned away from Russel to face the bar, obviously annoyed. Who was this man, and why was he talking to him? He received his beverage and sipped it, contented. He said a word of thanks to the barkeep and supped some more. After a couple of strained moments, he placed his unusual concoction onto a beermat. He waited a couple of more painfully awkward moments before speaking again. "Can I drink what I want without being interrogated? Or is that to much to ask?" The man obviously had extremely poor social skills. "Sure thing dude." Russel said after he downed his shot of Vodka."So...you also hunting ghosts?" Russel said at the man who did not seem to be in his...natural enviourment. Russel shocked him again, how did he know that he was capable of such things. Was he joking or was he just shooting blanks. Or maybe he had seen his 5 inch dagger hanging slightly out of his pocket. The hilt had a wooden carving of a demon head on the hilt, it was obviously related to the occult. The man hastily stashed it deeper into his coat pocket. "Excuse me?" He asked once again, getting slightly worried. He began to regret sitting anywhere near Russel.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:37 pm
Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?" "A larger with a coke? First of all...that combination is the first one I ever heard that I think doesn't make any sense at all and second...larger and coke?" Russel explained while still looking a bit amused by this choice. The man turned away from Russel to face the bar, obviously annoyed. Who was this man, and why was he talking to him? He received his beverage and sipped it, contented. He said a word of thanks to the barkeep and supped some more. After a couple of strained moments, he placed his unusual concoction onto a beermat. He waited a couple of more painfully awkward moments before speaking again. "Can I drink what I want without being interrogated? Or is that to much to ask?" The man obviously had extremely poor social skills. "Sure thing dude." Russel said after he downed his shot of Vodka."So...you also hunting ghosts?" Russel said at the man who did not seem to be in his...natural enviourment. Russel shocked him again, how did he know that he was capable of such things. Was he joking or was he just shooting blanks. Or maybe he had seen his 5 inch dagger hanging slightly out of his pocket. The hilt had a wooden carving of a demon head on the hilt, it was obviously related to the occult. The man hastily stashed it deeper into his coat pocket. "Excuse me?" He asked once again, getting slightly worried. He began to regret sitting anywhere near Russel. "Sorry didn't mean to startle ya or anything but uh...the dagger looked kinda demonic don't ya think?. Same goes for the compass." Russel explained again and pointed up a bit to the mirror that was hanging above the bar."That's how I saw the compass by the way."
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:39 pm
Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The young man cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his fingers on the bar, a habit the man picked up when he was flustered. "Excuse me?" "A larger with a coke? First of all...that combination is the first one I ever heard that I think doesn't make any sense at all and second...larger and coke?" Russel explained while still looking a bit amused by this choice. The man turned away from Russel to face the bar, obviously annoyed. Who was this man, and why was he talking to him? He received his beverage and sipped it, contented. He said a word of thanks to the barkeep and supped some more. After a couple of strained moments, he placed his unusual concoction onto a beermat. He waited a couple of more painfully awkward moments before speaking again. "Can I drink what I want without being interrogated? Or is that to much to ask?" The man obviously had extremely poor social skills. "Sure thing dude." Russel said after he downed his shot of Vodka."So...you also hunting ghosts?" Russel said at the man who did not seem to be in his...natural enviourment. Russel shocked him again, how did he know that he was capable of such things. Was he joking or was he just shooting blanks. Or maybe he had seen his 5 inch dagger hanging slightly out of his pocket. The hilt had a wooden carving of a demon head on the hilt, it was obviously related to the occult. The man hastily stashed it deeper into his coat pocket. "Excuse me?" He asked once again, getting slightly worried. He began to regret sitting anywhere near Russel. "Sorry didn't mean to startle ya or anything but uh...the dagger looked kinda demonic don't ya think?. Same goes for the compass." Russel explained again and pointed up a bit to the mirror that was hanging above the bar."That's how I saw the compass by the way." "I see." The young man replied coolly, slightly assured yet slight subdued as well. He tapped his finger was again, letting the silence linger before thinking of what to say next. "May I be so bold as to ask what your name is?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:42 pm
Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji Nova Blancke Silly Genji The man turned away from Russel to face the bar, obviously annoyed. Who was this man, and why was he talking to him? He received his beverage and sipped it, contented. He said a word of thanks to the barkeep and supped some more. After a couple of strained moments, he placed his unusual concoction onto a beermat. He waited a couple of more painfully awkward moments before speaking again. "Can I drink what I want without being interrogated? Or is that to much to ask?" The man obviously had extremely poor social skills. "Sure thing dude." Russel said after he downed his shot of Vodka."So...you also hunting ghosts?" Russel said at the man who did not seem to be in his...natural enviourment. Russel shocked him again, how did he know that he was capable of such things. Was he joking or was he just shooting blanks. Or maybe he had seen his 5 inch dagger hanging slightly out of his pocket. The hilt had a wooden carving of a demon head on the hilt, it was obviously related to the occult. The man hastily stashed it deeper into his coat pocket. "Excuse me?" He asked once again, getting slightly worried. He began to regret sitting anywhere near Russel. "Sorry didn't mean to startle ya or anything but uh...the dagger looked kinda demonic don't ya think?. Same goes for the compass." Russel explained again and pointed up a bit to the mirror that was hanging above the bar."That's how I saw the compass by the way." "I see." The young man replied coolly, slightly assured yet slight subdued as well. He tapped his finger was again, letting the silence linger before thinking of what to say next. "May I be so bold as to ask what your name is?" Russel gave a bit of a laugh and extended his hand."Heh sure thing. Russel John West. Odd name I know but alot of people know it because its odd...and because of my profession anyway"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 10:04 pm
Dragon Sneeze Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Rozalin drained the last of her rum and coke and set the glass back on the salted napkin. She typed one more passage on her laptop before she noticed the bearded man at the bar. He seemed interested in the same piece of real estate she was, but she didn't want to flag her intentions immediately. "I hear something odd is going down in that building." She said to no one in particular. "'S always somethin' odd goin' down somewhere, lady. This is America, we're a nation of ********' oddities." Reznik snorted drunkenly, turning to face the woman with a s**t-faced grin.
"Y'know, ghosts ain't all that..." He chuckled, turning entirely and standing slowly, his feet tapping the ground, trying to keep him level.
"I reckon tha's what th-" Reznik hiccuped, "that's what the problem is."
"And y'know, rum and coke is such a cliche drink!" He grinned, his eyes shone like glass marbles in the dingy light of the jazz club. "I happen to like rum and coke." Rozalin replied as she closed her laptop. She turned to the man and raised an eyebrow. "What do you know of ghosts?" "I just happen to like rum..." Reznik gurgled, motioning to the barkeeper for two more.
As he made this gesture an odd looking, strangely loud fellow entered, his body clad in leather and his hair streaked and died with crimson lines.
"Bloody kids..." Reznik grunted, turning back to face the woman.
"Ghosts are... well, they're not just these boogeymen that everyone makes 'em out to be." Reznik sighed, leaning on her table.
"There's more to 'em, y'know, they got a history and a purpose, just like us lot." He nodded, lost in his own drunken delirium.
"Wha' do you care 'bout ghosts for, hm?" He smiled, locking eyes with the woman, a moment of total clarity swept over him.
'Stop talking.' a voice whisered, deep in his mind.
'Stop it right now, while it's safe.' Rosalin merely turned her monitor slightly and gave the man a slight glimpse of what was on her screen. It was littered with research on the ghosts at the hotel from possible previous lives to composition to habits. "Jesus ******** Christ..." Reznik grunted, leaning in slightly and eyeing the data with scrutiny.
"Y'know, tha's not gonna be as useful as 'ya think." Reznik nodded, speaking more to himself than to Rosalin.
His eyes followed over the data, taking in most specifically the habits of the staff and administration.
"And it's none of them." He sighed, slicking back some loose hair with a lick of spit.
"S'gotta be something else, someone from outside. It's a guest." He explained, tapping the table with a dirty fingernail to punctuate his response.
'...Hunting Ghosts?'
"What?" Reznik exclaimed, spinning around and completely wiping out the bar-tender who was ferrying their rum&cokes over.
The small man rocketed to the ground as Reznik's flailing arm tree-trunked him in the chest, winding him easily.
He made a motion to Rosalin, 'I'm not done yet.', and advanced on the two men at the bar.
"You..." He began, slapping two hands on Russel's shoulders and hoisting him straight up from his seat, dangling him a few inches above the floor.
"What the hell do you know about Ghosts?" He sneered, his mind cleared almost instantly, his vision returned and his brain seemed to kick right back in.
"And you, where did you get those?" He grunted at the man sipping the lager and coke.
"And why the ******** does EVERYONE seem to be hunting Ghosts?" He growled, lifting Russel a bit higher.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 12:28 am
Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Rozalin drained the last of her rum and coke and set the glass back on the salted napkin. She typed one more passage on her laptop before she noticed the bearded man at the bar. He seemed interested in the same piece of real estate she was, but she didn't want to flag her intentions immediately. "I hear something odd is going down in that building." She said to no one in particular. "'S always somethin' odd goin' down somewhere, lady. This is America, we're a nation of ********' oddities." Reznik snorted drunkenly, turning to face the woman with a s**t-faced grin.
"Y'know, ghosts ain't all that..." He chuckled, turning entirely and standing slowly, his feet tapping the ground, trying to keep him level.
"I reckon tha's what th-" Reznik hiccuped, "that's what the problem is."
"And y'know, rum and coke is such a cliche drink!" He grinned, his eyes shone like glass marbles in the dingy light of the jazz club. "I happen to like rum and coke." Rozalin replied as she closed her laptop. She turned to the man and raised an eyebrow. "What do you know of ghosts?" "I just happen to like rum..." Reznik gurgled, motioning to the barkeeper for two more.
As he made this gesture an odd looking, strangely loud fellow entered, his body clad in leather and his hair streaked and died with crimson lines.
"Bloody kids..." Reznik grunted, turning back to face the woman.
"Ghosts are... well, they're not just these boogeymen that everyone makes 'em out to be." Reznik sighed, leaning on her table.
"There's more to 'em, y'know, they got a history and a purpose, just like us lot." He nodded, lost in his own drunken delirium.
"Wha' do you care 'bout ghosts for, hm?" He smiled, locking eyes with the woman, a moment of total clarity swept over him.
'Stop talking.' a voice whisered, deep in his mind.
'Stop it right now, while it's safe.' Rosalin merely turned her monitor slightly and gave the man a slight glimpse of what was on her screen. It was littered with research on the ghosts at the hotel from possible previous lives to composition to habits. "Jesus ******** Christ..." Reznik grunted, leaning in slightly and eyeing the data with scrutiny.
"Y'know, tha's not gonna be as useful as 'ya think." Reznik nodded, speaking more to himself than to Rosalin.
His eyes followed over the data, taking in most specifically the habits of the staff and administration.
"And it's none of them." He sighed, slicking back some loose hair with a lick of spit.
"S'gotta be something else, someone from outside. It's a guest." He explained, tapping the table with a dirty fingernail to punctuate his response.
'...Hunting Ghosts?'
"What?" Reznik exclaimed, spinning around and completely wiping out the bar-tender who was ferrying their rum&cokes over.
The small man rocketed to the ground as Reznik's flailing arm tree-trunked him in the chest, winding him easily.
He made a motion to Rosalin, 'I'm not done yet.', and advanced on the two men at the bar.
"You..." He began, slapping two hands on Russel's shoulders and hoisting him straight up from his seat, dangling him a few inches above the floor.
"What the hell do you know about Ghosts?" He sneered, his mind cleared almost instantly, his vision returned and his brain seemed to kick right back in.
"And you, where did you get those?" He grunted at the man sipping the lager and coke.
"And why the ******** does EVERYONE seem to be hunting Ghosts?" He growled, lifting Russel a bit higher. "Put me down old man....now" Russel said dead serious. It's amazing to see what two little words could do. "The fact that you are so pissed means you are hunting them? Or perhaps that woman. I just think its a bit odd when there are 3 people here with interests in them" Russel said calmy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 3:58 am
Nova Blancke Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze "I happen to like rum and coke." Rozalin replied as she closed her laptop. She turned to the man and raised an eyebrow. "What do you know of ghosts?" "I just happen to like rum..." Reznik gurgled, motioning to the barkeeper for two more.
As he made this gesture an odd looking, strangely loud fellow entered, his body clad in leather and his hair streaked and died with crimson lines.
"Bloody kids..." Reznik grunted, turning back to face the woman.
"Ghosts are... well, they're not just these boogeymen that everyone makes 'em out to be." Reznik sighed, leaning on her table.
"There's more to 'em, y'know, they got a history and a purpose, just like us lot." He nodded, lost in his own drunken delirium.
"Wha' do you care 'bout ghosts for, hm?" He smiled, locking eyes with the woman, a moment of total clarity swept over him.
'Stop talking.' a voice whisered, deep in his mind.
'Stop it right now, while it's safe.' Rosalin merely turned her monitor slightly and gave the man a slight glimpse of what was on her screen. It was littered with research on the ghosts at the hotel from possible previous lives to composition to habits. "Jesus ******** Christ..." Reznik grunted, leaning in slightly and eyeing the data with scrutiny.
"Y'know, tha's not gonna be as useful as 'ya think." Reznik nodded, speaking more to himself than to Rosalin.
His eyes followed over the data, taking in most specifically the habits of the staff and administration.
"And it's none of them." He sighed, slicking back some loose hair with a lick of spit.
"S'gotta be something else, someone from outside. It's a guest." He explained, tapping the table with a dirty fingernail to punctuate his response.
'...Hunting Ghosts?'
"What?" Reznik exclaimed, spinning around and completely wiping out the bar-tender who was ferrying their rum&cokes over.
The small man rocketed to the ground as Reznik's flailing arm tree-trunked him in the chest, winding him easily.
He made a motion to Rosalin, 'I'm not done yet.', and advanced on the two men at the bar.
"You..." He began, slapping two hands on Russel's shoulders and hoisting him straight up from his seat, dangling him a few inches above the floor.
"What the hell do you know about Ghosts?" He sneered, his mind cleared almost instantly, his vision returned and his brain seemed to kick right back in.
"And you, where did you get those?" He grunted at the man sipping the lager and coke.
"And why the ******** does EVERYONE seem to be hunting Ghosts?" He growled, lifting Russel a bit higher. "Put me down old man....now" Russel said dead serious. It's amazing to see what two little words could do. "The fact that you are so pissed means you are hunting them? Or perhaps that woman. I just think its a bit odd when there are 3 people here with interests in them" Russel said calmy. Reznik frowned and plopped him back onto the stool, eyeing him suspiciously.
"You're all idiots." He grunted, looking from Rosalin to the two at the bar.
"Don't you know what you're doing to yourselves? Chasing ghosts and hauntings?"
"You're wasting your time." He frowned, stepping back from the two and looking at the man with the dagger.
"But you, you're not like the rest of us." He muttered, pointing a grubby finger at his back.
He looked at the other two and nodded to himself.
'They're just hunting, but he's got something more...'
"You three want to hunt ghosts?" He grinned, plucking a half-smoked cigar from his pocket and lighting it, inhaling the powerful smoke and breathing out.
"Fine, but you'd better have a good reason, or you'll be destroyed." He sighed.
He motioned to the guy he'd grabbed-
"You, what are you in it for?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:54 am
Shinyuudai Akira Nova Blancke Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze "I happen to like rum and coke." Rozalin replied as she closed her laptop. She turned to the man and raised an eyebrow. "What do you know of ghosts?" "I just happen to like rum..." Reznik gurgled, motioning to the barkeeper for two more.
As he made this gesture an odd looking, strangely loud fellow entered, his body clad in leather and his hair streaked and died with crimson lines.
"Bloody kids..." Reznik grunted, turning back to face the woman.
"Ghosts are... well, they're not just these boogeymen that everyone makes 'em out to be." Reznik sighed, leaning on her table.
"There's more to 'em, y'know, they got a history and a purpose, just like us lot." He nodded, lost in his own drunken delirium.
"Wha' do you care 'bout ghosts for, hm?" He smiled, locking eyes with the woman, a moment of total clarity swept over him.
'Stop talking.' a voice whisered, deep in his mind.
'Stop it right now, while it's safe.' Rosalin merely turned her monitor slightly and gave the man a slight glimpse of what was on her screen. It was littered with research on the ghosts at the hotel from possible previous lives to composition to habits. "Jesus ******** Christ..." Reznik grunted, leaning in slightly and eyeing the data with scrutiny.
"Y'know, tha's not gonna be as useful as 'ya think." Reznik nodded, speaking more to himself than to Rosalin.
His eyes followed over the data, taking in most specifically the habits of the staff and administration.
"And it's none of them." He sighed, slicking back some loose hair with a lick of spit.
"S'gotta be something else, someone from outside. It's a guest." He explained, tapping the table with a dirty fingernail to punctuate his response.
'...Hunting Ghosts?'
"What?" Reznik exclaimed, spinning around and completely wiping out the bar-tender who was ferrying their rum&cokes over.
The small man rocketed to the ground as Reznik's flailing arm tree-trunked him in the chest, winding him easily.
He made a motion to Rosalin, 'I'm not done yet.', and advanced on the two men at the bar.
"You..." He began, slapping two hands on Russel's shoulders and hoisting him straight up from his seat, dangling him a few inches above the floor.
"What the hell do you know about Ghosts?" He sneered, his mind cleared almost instantly, his vision returned and his brain seemed to kick right back in.
"And you, where did you get those?" He grunted at the man sipping the lager and coke.
"And why the ******** does EVERYONE seem to be hunting Ghosts?" He growled, lifting Russel a bit higher. "Put me down old man....now" Russel said dead serious. It's amazing to see what two little words could do. "The fact that you are so pissed means you are hunting them? Or perhaps that woman. I just think its a bit odd when there are 3 people here with interests in them" Russel said calmy. Reznik frowned and plopped him back onto the stool, eyeing him suspiciously.
"You're all idiots." He grunted, looking from Rosalin to the two at the bar.
"Don't you know what you're doing to yourselves? Chasing ghosts and hauntings?"
"You're wasting your time." He frowned, stepping back from the two and looking at the man with the dagger.
"But you, you're not like the rest of us." He muttered, pointing a grubby finger at his back.
He looked at the other two and nodded to himself.
'They're just hunting, but he's got something more...'
"You three want to hunt ghosts?" He grinned, plucking a half-smoked cigar from his pocket and lighting it, inhaling the powerful smoke and breathing out.
"Fine, but you'd better have a good reason, or you'll be destroyed." He sighed.
He motioned to the guy he'd grabbed-
"You, what are you in it for?" The man stood up abruptly, alarmed at the rough looking man's need for conflict. He placed a steady grip on Reznik's wrist. "Let go of him. We can take this outside. It's not safe to talk here." He gestured to many eyes gazing up at the three lads. "And I'll thank you not to be so quick to judge." He turned on to Russel. "I am not hunting ghosts. Please have some respect."
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:08 am
Silly Genji Shinyuudai Akira Nova Blancke Shinyuudai Akira Dragon Sneeze Rosalin merely turned her monitor slightly and gave the man a slight glimpse of what was on her screen. It was littered with research on the ghosts at the hotel from possible previous lives to composition to habits. "Jesus ******** Christ..." Reznik grunted, leaning in slightly and eyeing the data with scrutiny.
"Y'know, tha's not gonna be as useful as 'ya think." Reznik nodded, speaking more to himself than to Rosalin.
His eyes followed over the data, taking in most specifically the habits of the staff and administration.
"And it's none of them." He sighed, slicking back some loose hair with a lick of spit.
"S'gotta be something else, someone from outside. It's a guest." He explained, tapping the table with a dirty fingernail to punctuate his response.
'...Hunting Ghosts?'
"What?" Reznik exclaimed, spinning around and completely wiping out the bar-tender who was ferrying their rum&cokes over.
The small man rocketed to the ground as Reznik's flailing arm tree-trunked him in the chest, winding him easily.
He made a motion to Rosalin, 'I'm not done yet.', and advanced on the two men at the bar.
"You..." He began, slapping two hands on Russel's shoulders and hoisting him straight up from his seat, dangling him a few inches above the floor.
"What the hell do you know about Ghosts?" He sneered, his mind cleared almost instantly, his vision returned and his brain seemed to kick right back in.
"And you, where did you get those?" He grunted at the man sipping the lager and coke.
"And why the ******** does EVERYONE seem to be hunting Ghosts?" He growled, lifting Russel a bit higher. "Put me down old man....now" Russel said dead serious. It's amazing to see what two little words could do. "The fact that you are so pissed means you are hunting them? Or perhaps that woman. I just think its a bit odd when there are 3 people here with interests in them" Russel said calmy. Reznik frowned and plopped him back onto the stool, eyeing him suspiciously.
"You're all idiots." He grunted, looking from Rosalin to the two at the bar.
"Don't you know what you're doing to yourselves? Chasing ghosts and hauntings?"
"You're wasting your time." He frowned, stepping back from the two and looking at the man with the dagger.
"But you, you're not like the rest of us." He muttered, pointing a grubby finger at his back.
He looked at the other two and nodded to himself.
'They're just hunting, but he's got something more...'
"You three want to hunt ghosts?" He grinned, plucking a half-smoked cigar from his pocket and lighting it, inhaling the powerful smoke and breathing out.
"Fine, but you'd better have a good reason, or you'll be destroyed." He sighed.
He motioned to the guy he'd grabbed-
"You, what are you in it for?" The man stood up abruptly, alarmed at the rough looking man's need for conflict. He placed a steady grip on Reznik's wrist. "Let go of him. We can take this outside. It's not safe to talk here." He gestured to many eyes gazing up at the three lads. "And I'll thank you not to be so quick to judge." He turned on to Russel. "I am not hunting ghosts. Please have some respect." Russel supressed a small laugh. He just couldn't believe how he said 2 words and now everybody things he is hunting ghosts. Then again...it would be a new thing for him...sounds kinda dangerous and...thrilling."Man..this is the first time somebody thought I was hunting them" He said as he looked at Reznik."I've never done anything like that before but uhh...I'd love to try it"
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:27 am
Nova Blancke Russel supressed a small laugh. He just couldn't believe how he said 2 words and now everybody things he is hunting ghosts. Then again...it would be a new thing for him...sounds kinda dangerous and...thrilling."Man..this is the first time somebody thought I was hunting them" He said as he looked at Reznik."I've never done anything like that before but uhh...I'd love to try it"
"Shut up and finish your drink." Reznik grunted, pushing the man back and motioning towards the door.
"Outside, now." He nodded, walking to the door.
'Jesus, We've fallen in the s**t once again.'
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:38 am
Rozalin silently packed up her computer and eyed the three men. Something strange was about to happen.
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