The Hoteliers
(Archer, Peter Dorker and Orion make it into the motel lobby. A dim, dingy little place
, with a sad-eyed, pasty man
◊ sitting behind the desk, puffing on a cigarrette.)
(He slowly peers up and looks at them, tired, speaking up in a heavy French accent.)
...May I help you?
In Cars
(BLAMMO! The engine is disabled, and the hot rod screeches to a halt rod, Fat Swede lightly clinging to its hood.)
(Out of it steps... Oh. Oh SHIT.
◊ BIG. BIG GUY... SHIT.)
.......
…
(Grabs Gunth by the hood of his hoodie and dropkicks him through the window of a for-lease building, slowly turning to Demotte.)
.......
edited 29th Aug '16 11:27:10 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Stays back, letting Orion take the lead on this one-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?SHIT I forgot to reply to Antler, I am so sorry
...Awww, whaaaaat? C'mon, man, dude like you, with your, uhhhh... cool fashion sense can't be THAT much of a square... Just a little puff, mannnn, I have no one to try 'n force smokes on anymore...
(Sad puppy dog eyes.)
Hotel Maryo (don't be such a CAUNT maryo...)
...Alright. How many nights, would you say...?
(Removes the cigarette from his mouth, putting it in a dingy little ashtray and rubbing it around.)
THE BIG MAN
........
(Sneers at Demotte and Sona, taking aim with his two guns and shooting rrrright by their feet, blowing big ol' chunks of pavement up towards them and making a slow, ominous advance.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019We have no idea how long we're gonna be stuck here.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-she plays a chord that releases a circle of green light around and suddenly both her and Demoette has a green barrier, then another that's makes a purple light, afterwhich Demoette would find herself able to move MUCH faster-
-she then just bolts-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850'Otel(o), the Moor of Venice
...Mm, an indefinite stay, then...?
(Sighs a little and rifles through a drawer in his desk.)
...We run $15 a night, complimentary breakfast included. Oh, and... welcome to Trottelville, by the way.
Scary Giant Murder Man
......
(Does not seem terribly perturbed at his quarry's sudden swiftness and continues his lurch after them, firing into the building's already broken window and breaking it even more, then turing and firing in Sona's direction.)
(Gunth lay in a pile of broken glass, looking like a very nonchalant pincushion.)
...Heh.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Yeah, cuz if not I've got... uh...
-Counts for a moment-
Twenty... seven dollars? And 25 cents.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Motelelelele
…
(Small sigh.)
...Sure, I'll take Euros. In that case, it'll be 13 Euros, if my math isn't off...
Scary Motherfucker With Guns
Oh, sure. It's just a little broken glass, heh.
(Slowly gets up, wincing the tiniest bit.)
(Something then falls through the window and rolls lazily on the floor. It's... FUCK A GRENADE.)
...Oh.
(Hurried dashing to the back of the store.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-Warily raises his palm at Planetman and thinks for a moment-
-Then just throws the psychic equivalent of a fastball at him to see how he'll react-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean