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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:20 am
"Hmph" he walked over to Sportie and smiled "I new that face looked familiar"
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 3:37 pm
Cesar noticed Mr. Sareven was with him in the stairs.
"That's weird, for an old man owner of the building as you... why don't you take the elevator?" thought Cesasr taking out his PDA of his pocket. Then he take cover in the shadows.
"Ok, another one..." Cesar took a picture of Mr. Sareven and write his name
"... first that woman looking for his child could be true... or it could be an excuse just as I'm using it... but is suspicious and now Mr. Sareven... He as owner must now about Lucky and maybe whatever he was doing... that could explain why he look worried... or... well a murder is bad to his business, who knows?"
Then Mr. Sareven began to move
"Fine by now I will keep an eye on him"
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:22 pm
((Sorry all for taking so long to post, had to take an emergency trip out of town.))
Sporty looked at the little girl through squinted eyes and with furled brows. She then asked her, in the same voice, "What's you name kid and just what exactly are you up to?"
Sportie did not wait for a response, she just turned sharply on her 3" heels and followed the officer. Sportie was in a really bad mood this evening because nothing had gone the way it was suppose to all day. She had been in those darn heals since 6am the previous morning, and her finely tailored suit was beginning to look like it came off the rack of some department store. All she had really wanted to do was handle her business, head out early to have her hair, nails and toes done, then head home for some champagne and a hot bubble bath.
When they arrived at the hotel and Sportie got a look at Charles, she was mortified. She never thought she would see anyone from that time ever again. She almost called him by the name she once knew him by, but decided to wait and see just what his game was. "Well, well" she said. "And just what are you doing here, Mr. ?" Waiting to see what he called himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 6:05 pm
((its okay))
"I'm investigating this" he pulled out a note pad and pen "now to the serious business have you seen anything unusual here" he looked at the little girl"I didn't know you had a family"
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 4:21 am
Sportie looked at Charles questioningly and thought to herself, "Hmm, I wonder why he didn't say what name he was using?" Then she looked down at the little girl for a moment and then turned back to Charles and said, "I'm sorry Mr._____, I didn't quite get your name!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:12 am
Charles bent down "I'm Mr. Charles" he rubbed the little girls head and brought himself up "do you have any other information like his behavior"
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:58 pm
Dylan stood quietly, listening to the convorsation, untill the man came over and rubbed her head. She scowled at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest "Hey, mister! I'm fourteen!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:19 am
"yes and I'm twenty-six" he glared at the girl and bent down "so then what is your name?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:38 pm
She glared back at the man " Jessie. But why do you need to know?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 5:51 pm
"oh just nothing" he wrote down her name "so Jessie did you happen to notice anything?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:16 pm
Sportie stood quietly watching Mr. Charles and Jessie interact. She wondered if the little girl's name was really Jessie. It just didn't seem likely that she would tell him the truth. She also wondered when he was going to return his attention to her. Sportie did not want to be questioned about anything, especially anything connected with this hotel or her business or herself for that matter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 12:20 pm
- Entrance Hall:
resume: Sportie, Dylan and Charles are talking; Mr. Sareven is also in the entrance hall too;
The atmosphere in the place is busy and a little tense, Police and investigators are running for all sides and seem to be stressed.
But the atmosphere in teh place changes suddenly with a loud women Scream...
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
the scream came from a door at the back of the entrance hall, saying that the door leads to the Employers Room.
Police and investigators are preparing to enter the room.
- Stairs:
resume: Cesar is here;
( It's hard for you to listen the scream, but it's not impossible...so..let's bring back the dices!! Roll a dice:
- 1 to 3: You DIDN'T listen any scream;
- 4 to 6: You LISTEN the scream; )
- Room 303 - Lucky's Toom:
resume: Anita is here;
( It's absolutely impossible for you to listen the scream, but i will give you a chance..so..let's Roll a dice:
- 2 to 5: You DIDN'T listen any scream;
- 1 or 6: You LISTEN the scream; )
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 12:27 pm
Charle took out his SMG and crept to the employees room and opened the door "hello" he looked around but couldn't see because the lights were off
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 1:03 pm
Dylan followed Charles, not making it obvious that she was following him, but not hiding it either.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 3:33 pm
Sportie not only heard the scream, but she felt it run down her spine. For brief second, she thought she recognized the voice. She didn't want anyone to notice the expression on her face, so she covered her face until she regained her composure.
Once she got a hold of herself, she slowly headed towards the employees room. She walked very slowly, as not to draw any attention to herself. Sportie was surprised to see Dylan head over there as well. "What could she possibly hope to find out, and exactly what was she looking for?" Sportie thought to herself.
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