Post by B-Radimus Prime on Jul 11, 2006 21:13:39 GMT -5
xXGrand HotelXx
Dim lights slightly illuminate an undersized building with cheap white paint chipping off from every edge and the two vehicles that set, parked just in front. One is an old van, rusted so terribly that the auburn corrosion has almost swallowed the old blue paint. The other is a small, brand new sports car. The black paint job is more than perfect as it‘s elegance shines so brightly, enlightening the shadow beyond the old van. Just to the left of these vehicles is a partly lit up sign with the words “Grand Hotel“ displayed on it, most of the letters aren‘t lit up or are very close to fusing out. It‘s a typical, run-of-the-mill cheap apartment.
Morgan had found a brochure in the backstage area of all kinds of nearby hotels that the WFWF Superstars and Diva‘s would pick to rest at after the night of Odium. Morgan had picked a particular brochure that illustrated a luxurious, four storied hotel with an impressive fountain show in the very front and very great details on the inside; such as the free full body massages, the exquisite hotel diner, and the huge recreational room.
Morgan and Meg had arrived with one another and with bags around their backs, after leaving the WFWF Arena together and both were thoroughly confused at the sight before them. Meg had greedily snatched the brochure of this “Grand Hotel“ out of her younger brother‘s arms and crumpled it up, angrily and threw it to the ground after attempting to compare the building on the brochure and the one she was now staring at. The was nothing even remotely similar between the two buildings and that wasn‘t a good thing at all. Meg was enraged, but Morgan had convinced his older sister to just give the hotel a chance. “Never judge a book by it‘s cover“ He had told her before they both walked inside to their place of rest for the night.
Once inside, the vile stench of vinegar shot its way up the nostrils of the two siblings as they each let out sickening coughs. Not as quickly as they would have preferred, an employee that was kneeling on the hard, urine-colored floor wiping something up had apologized and explained that a bottle of vinegar had spilled. The man was in his late forties, very scrawny with a set of messy gray hair outlining his shiny bald spot. He then proceeded to check the two siblings into their rooms and had reminded them of the free full-body massages. Both Meg and Morgan had glanced at eachother, almost smiling in unison and then as kindly as possible, refused the man‘s offer, stating that they had really needed some rest.
Moments later, after making quite remarks about how they bet the man would just love to get his sag-nasty hands all over both of their bodies, they were handed a key to their room. Room A2. They entered the room and neither were too thrilled to see that there was only one Queen-sized bed positioned in the middle. Morgan had quickly claimed it by fleeing past Meg and hopping onto the rather stiff mattress. Meg declared that it wouldn‘t bother her to have to sleep on the floor and all she cared about now was taking a nice, long cold shower.
While his sister froze her pain in they icy depths of the somewhat grimy shower, Morgan had found the only real delicacy that this entire Hotel had to offer: A DVD Player. Excitedly, Meg‘s younger brother rummaged through his bag and pulled out a plain black DVD Case, opened it up, and popped a DVD out. He then slid it into the DVD player and pressed the play button as the screen on the small TV began to light up. At that very moment, Meg walked out of the bathroom. Her nicely toned body covered by a single white towel as her dark hair dripped with icy bliss. She wasn‘t paying any attention at all to what was happening on the TV that Morgan was watching until a certain moment of dialogue caught her attention. Maybe it wasn‘t the dialogue at all, maybe it was more of the person…the voice that spoke these words that caught her attention.
”…Oh without a doubt, I was much greater than Meg in every way. It‘s only been proved in every single on of our altercations. I defeated her every time, yet she got all the fame and glory holes…oops. Yeah, I played a slut on TV but she‘s one in real life. Just ask Kyzer…”
Meg grew irate and rushed at the TV, throwing it to the ground, causing the glass screen to break. She then proceeded to scream into her younger brother‘s face as he just laughed slightly at her short temper. He knew that watching Cherri Bomb‘s Shoot Interview on DVD would piss his sister off, but he had no idea it would get to her this much. She screamed at him for at least thirty minutes before storming out of the room completely. But why was she so mad? Cherri Bomb did have a point. Didn‘t she?
Later on, after getting completely bored in the room alone, Morgan went out searching for anything that could possibly entertain him. However, he avoided the middle aged Hotel employee at all costs. He finally ended up outside of the Hotel, just standing there like some kind of lost idiot. He stood, with his back leaning against the Hotel, his arms stowed away in the front pocket of his black hoodie which had the large purple symbol of the Decepticons from the Transformers embroided on it. His focus turned from the crusty nothingness of the concrete below him to something completely different, but a lot more crusty. Something was approaching him, unnecessarily loudly. It was some kind of a motorcycle with dark flames painted on the front. A large man with flowing gray hair under a dark hat and sunglasses to hide his pale, emotionless eyes directed the cycle near Morgan His mustache was so long, it mixed in with the flow of his hair as he slowed down and parked.. An equally large woman rode on the back, with her droopy arms wrapped around the waves of fat of the mans stomach. She also wore sunglasses and a hat over her long graying hair. The two individuals, with their leather jackets that had little fringe dangling from the arms stepped off the bike and approached Morgan.
”Ya mind getting‘ the hell outta our way, kid?” the biker man spoke with an annoying hick-like accent.
Morgan giggled like a little schoolgirl at the two. There was something oddly similar between them and two people that he had barely even seen: Wayne McGurk and Vanessa. It might have been the whole biker thing they had going on, or maybe it was that the woman‘s mustache was quickly outgrowing the man‘s. Either way, it amused him, but not the biker folk.
“We ain‘t say nothin‘ funny, kid. Why you laughin‘?”
Morgan raised his eyebrow, as if not believing that biker folk really existed for quite some time. He wasn‘t really paying much attention to whatever they were saying, basically because he couldn‘t understand their unsophisticated language. He was more in a trance at how a contraption with two wheels and fringe jackets could possibly be the highlight of anyone‘s lives. ‘Completely pathetic‘ he thought to himself. He laughed again as he knew how truly simple the task of defeating a ‘bad ass biker‘ would be at Odium.
He didn‘t notice the two bikers leave and enter the Hotel before the small thoughts of fringe and bikes began to cause his bladder to act up. Without really thinking, he decided that outside was a better restroom than the dank ones in the Hotel, and that the flame-decorated bike was a better toilet than the dookie-filled porcelain inside the Grand Hotel. He relieves himself on the biker‘s prize possession, only wishing that it belonged to Wayne McGurk so he could show him just how much respect he didn‘t have for him.
OOC: I'm sorry this wasn't very good, I focused more on the Morgan/Meg stuff. It was also pretty rushed.
Dim lights slightly illuminate an undersized building with cheap white paint chipping off from every edge and the two vehicles that set, parked just in front. One is an old van, rusted so terribly that the auburn corrosion has almost swallowed the old blue paint. The other is a small, brand new sports car. The black paint job is more than perfect as it‘s elegance shines so brightly, enlightening the shadow beyond the old van. Just to the left of these vehicles is a partly lit up sign with the words “Grand Hotel“ displayed on it, most of the letters aren‘t lit up or are very close to fusing out. It‘s a typical, run-of-the-mill cheap apartment.
Morgan had found a brochure in the backstage area of all kinds of nearby hotels that the WFWF Superstars and Diva‘s would pick to rest at after the night of Odium. Morgan had picked a particular brochure that illustrated a luxurious, four storied hotel with an impressive fountain show in the very front and very great details on the inside; such as the free full body massages, the exquisite hotel diner, and the huge recreational room.
Morgan and Meg had arrived with one another and with bags around their backs, after leaving the WFWF Arena together and both were thoroughly confused at the sight before them. Meg had greedily snatched the brochure of this “Grand Hotel“ out of her younger brother‘s arms and crumpled it up, angrily and threw it to the ground after attempting to compare the building on the brochure and the one she was now staring at. The was nothing even remotely similar between the two buildings and that wasn‘t a good thing at all. Meg was enraged, but Morgan had convinced his older sister to just give the hotel a chance. “Never judge a book by it‘s cover“ He had told her before they both walked inside to their place of rest for the night.
Once inside, the vile stench of vinegar shot its way up the nostrils of the two siblings as they each let out sickening coughs. Not as quickly as they would have preferred, an employee that was kneeling on the hard, urine-colored floor wiping something up had apologized and explained that a bottle of vinegar had spilled. The man was in his late forties, very scrawny with a set of messy gray hair outlining his shiny bald spot. He then proceeded to check the two siblings into their rooms and had reminded them of the free full-body massages. Both Meg and Morgan had glanced at eachother, almost smiling in unison and then as kindly as possible, refused the man‘s offer, stating that they had really needed some rest.
Moments later, after making quite remarks about how they bet the man would just love to get his sag-nasty hands all over both of their bodies, they were handed a key to their room. Room A2. They entered the room and neither were too thrilled to see that there was only one Queen-sized bed positioned in the middle. Morgan had quickly claimed it by fleeing past Meg and hopping onto the rather stiff mattress. Meg declared that it wouldn‘t bother her to have to sleep on the floor and all she cared about now was taking a nice, long cold shower.
While his sister froze her pain in they icy depths of the somewhat grimy shower, Morgan had found the only real delicacy that this entire Hotel had to offer: A DVD Player. Excitedly, Meg‘s younger brother rummaged through his bag and pulled out a plain black DVD Case, opened it up, and popped a DVD out. He then slid it into the DVD player and pressed the play button as the screen on the small TV began to light up. At that very moment, Meg walked out of the bathroom. Her nicely toned body covered by a single white towel as her dark hair dripped with icy bliss. She wasn‘t paying any attention at all to what was happening on the TV that Morgan was watching until a certain moment of dialogue caught her attention. Maybe it wasn‘t the dialogue at all, maybe it was more of the person…the voice that spoke these words that caught her attention.
”…Oh without a doubt, I was much greater than Meg in every way. It‘s only been proved in every single on of our altercations. I defeated her every time, yet she got all the fame and glory holes…oops. Yeah, I played a slut on TV but she‘s one in real life. Just ask Kyzer…”
Meg grew irate and rushed at the TV, throwing it to the ground, causing the glass screen to break. She then proceeded to scream into her younger brother‘s face as he just laughed slightly at her short temper. He knew that watching Cherri Bomb‘s Shoot Interview on DVD would piss his sister off, but he had no idea it would get to her this much. She screamed at him for at least thirty minutes before storming out of the room completely. But why was she so mad? Cherri Bomb did have a point. Didn‘t she?
Later on, after getting completely bored in the room alone, Morgan went out searching for anything that could possibly entertain him. However, he avoided the middle aged Hotel employee at all costs. He finally ended up outside of the Hotel, just standing there like some kind of lost idiot. He stood, with his back leaning against the Hotel, his arms stowed away in the front pocket of his black hoodie which had the large purple symbol of the Decepticons from the Transformers embroided on it. His focus turned from the crusty nothingness of the concrete below him to something completely different, but a lot more crusty. Something was approaching him, unnecessarily loudly. It was some kind of a motorcycle with dark flames painted on the front. A large man with flowing gray hair under a dark hat and sunglasses to hide his pale, emotionless eyes directed the cycle near Morgan His mustache was so long, it mixed in with the flow of his hair as he slowed down and parked.. An equally large woman rode on the back, with her droopy arms wrapped around the waves of fat of the mans stomach. She also wore sunglasses and a hat over her long graying hair. The two individuals, with their leather jackets that had little fringe dangling from the arms stepped off the bike and approached Morgan.
”Ya mind getting‘ the hell outta our way, kid?” the biker man spoke with an annoying hick-like accent.
Morgan giggled like a little schoolgirl at the two. There was something oddly similar between them and two people that he had barely even seen: Wayne McGurk and Vanessa. It might have been the whole biker thing they had going on, or maybe it was that the woman‘s mustache was quickly outgrowing the man‘s. Either way, it amused him, but not the biker folk.
“We ain‘t say nothin‘ funny, kid. Why you laughin‘?”
Morgan raised his eyebrow, as if not believing that biker folk really existed for quite some time. He wasn‘t really paying much attention to whatever they were saying, basically because he couldn‘t understand their unsophisticated language. He was more in a trance at how a contraption with two wheels and fringe jackets could possibly be the highlight of anyone‘s lives. ‘Completely pathetic‘ he thought to himself. He laughed again as he knew how truly simple the task of defeating a ‘bad ass biker‘ would be at Odium.
He didn‘t notice the two bikers leave and enter the Hotel before the small thoughts of fringe and bikes began to cause his bladder to act up. Without really thinking, he decided that outside was a better restroom than the dank ones in the Hotel, and that the flame-decorated bike was a better toilet than the dookie-filled porcelain inside the Grand Hotel. He relieves himself on the biker‘s prize possession, only wishing that it belonged to Wayne McGurk so he could show him just how much respect he didn‘t have for him.
OOC: I'm sorry this wasn't very good, I focused more on the Morgan/Meg stuff. It was also pretty rushed.
