Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on May 26, 2011 21:19:29 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry guys, the posts from the beginning of the thread were made before I knew that Vegas was a safe zone. Therefore, I'm going to start over with Bill Brewer here.
*The Flamingo Hotel, a unique style for a hotel in the large Las Vegas. The penthouse, containing a MMA star, and world-renowned martial artist, Bill "The Crusader" Brewer. The bed of which he was resting in, had an alarm clock next to his bed that began to ring loudly. Bill's eyes opened, and he slams his palm down onto the alarm clock for an attempt to turn it off. Succeeding, Bill draws his arm back, and places his palms on his face. Sliding them down his face before rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. Once done, Bill sat up, and spun around the bed to be sitting on the bed. He would sat there for several moments, because he was gazing out the large windows in his room seeing the sun rising, and illuminating the room, and the deck outside. Bill finally raises up, and strolls to the restroom. After he had spent a few minutes refreshing himself inside, he comes back out, and strides to the phone. Pressing his fingertip onto a button, and a playlist of voice mail shouts out Bill walks to the kitchen area as the phone was streaming out the people that have been calling him. To his surprise, he hadn't received any important messages. Bill devours a protein bar, as he was upset to see he had no one to speak to.
Several minutes later, Bill had put on some shorts, and that was it. He walks around the hotel half naked. Except he was wearing gloves on his hands. Bill had left his room, and stepped out into the hallway that was beholding his room. He didn't have any intentions of using the elevator, as he prefers the stairs. He was going to the gym room that the hotel had, and Bill jogged down the steps. When finally reaching the floor he needed, he paced normally, and made his way down the halls. Entering the gym, and no one was in there. Bill thinks they're usually someone in there working out. He ignored this, and went straight to the boxing center. Unleashing some vicious strikes onto the punching bag with the thin-layered gloves he was wearing. Bill would throw in some jump kicks, and some roundhouses, ect.*
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Post by Rhinn on May 27, 2011 11:54:46 GMT -5
[Cam and Will are entering the Flamingo Hotel from Zion National Park]As Cam pulled into the parking lot of the Flamingo Hotel, he looked over at Will, who seemed to be deep in thought. He knew that this was not going to be easy on her, but she had to stand up to her parents at some point or lose the guy that she loved. He found a parking spot next to one of the side entrances and pulled in, putting the car in park and shutting it off. “Oh I almost forgot, here is your real gun”, he said, handing her a case. Inside was an H&K P30L. It was used but is excellent condition. With it were 3 – 15 rd mags and a holster. A tactical light and laser had been added to it. On top of that was a box of 50 9mm rounds… enough to fill all the mags and have 5 extra. Cam also carried more ammo for himself. “Pickings were kind of sparse, but I think that it will be a good gun. The barrel is almost an inch longer than the normal version so it should make it more accurate. And here is your card back. All of that was $850.00.” He reached over and squeezed her hand. “And you’ll get through this. It’s going to be hard, but we will get to Raccoon City, get my money, and get your fiancé.” Cam hesitated for a second, and then continued. “But the trip isn’t going to be quick. I’ve been looking at some of the maps and we need to go north, up through the Rocky Mountains. It would be easier to head East and then north, but there are too many sprawling cities like Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Flagstaff, etc. That means huge concentration of undead. If we go north and then head east, it is tougher, but it should only be a 3 days. That is if weather is good. I’ve packed enough supplies for 2 weeks for both of us, but if you have any more, we should take them.”
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on May 27, 2011 21:01:58 GMT -5
*About an hour later, Bill was still in the training room/gym of the Flamingo Hotel. Mostly spent the time in there training rather than working out. By the time Bill concluded he was finished, he had a towel over the back of his neck after wiping sweat off, and was drinking from a bottle of water. HE made his way out of the training area, and as he was leaving, he noticed someone coming in. He didn't pay much attention to him, just gave out a simple nod, and the man nodded back. Bill stepped out into the hallway, stopping, trying to figure out if whether he wants to return to his room, or if he would want to travel down to the lobby to see if anything is going on. Bill, of course, decides to jog down the long flight of stairs for the challenge alone after he had winded himself in the training room.
Bill reached the lobby, to see they're not many people at all. Bill has his hands rested on his hips, and has caught his breath before approaching the girl by the snack machine.*
Bill Brewer: "Uhm, anythin' happenin' today?"
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Post by NotAvailable on May 27, 2011 21:52:11 GMT -5
After her time spent with Cam, Will had been making her way back toward her hotel room when she'd stopped near a machine by the stairs at the end of the hall. She had an hour and a half to get ready and seeing as how she never got to finish her lunch, she needed a bit of a snack. Pulling out a couple of crisp dollar bills, she'd walked up to the snack machine.
"Cheetoes and a Coke sounds really good, right about now," she muttered when a big, burly man had stopped beside her. Looked like he was working out, previously.
"Uhm, anything happening, today?" the man asked, trying to strike up conversation while he cooled down. Yelping a bit, Will dropped her money to see the man looking back at her. He scared the hell out of her.
"Oh, uh, I didn't see you there...um, no, not really, there isn't anything big going on...." she replied, awkwardly. There was a bit of silence when she'd spoke up again, picking her money back up to finish getting her snacks.
"I've seen you before. On tv, right? You're also staying on my floor. You're one of those fighters that mixed martial arts, aren't you?" she asked, smiling a bit as she'd punched the numbers into the vending machine to get her snack.
Kevin used to watch those fights all the time. He loved them even took some training for it when they'd first got out of highschool.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on May 27, 2011 22:41:13 GMT -5
*Bill chuckled a bit as she had mentioned his past career before the apocalypse. Pulling his eyes back up, and seeing that she still seems a bit scared.*
Bill Brewer: "Yeah, I was a MMA World Champion until this s*** came about. My name is Bill by the way. Bill Brewer I mean."
*After introducing himself, Bill had ran his right-hand palm down the side of the towel around his neck before extending that hand out to shake her hand.*
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Post by NotAvailable on May 27, 2011 22:47:50 GMT -5
Will smiled and shook his hand, his grip was pretty intimidating but she didn't mind. She'd looked back down at her watch again. She was running out of time to get dressed. Opening her can of soda, she looked back up at him. "My name's Willamina, most people just call me Will," she explained.
Glancing back at her hotel room door, she looked at him. "Well, I've got to go get dressed. I'm meeting my parents and a friend for dinner, maybe we can chat again some time?" she asked before going to move passed him. Feeling mighty terrible for just leaving so soon, she stopped and turned back, rubbing the back of her neck.
"On second thought...what are you doing for dinner, Mr. Brewer? Would you like to join us at the restraunt?" she asked, politely. Afterall, the more, the merrier...plus it'd keep her parents from tearing into her badly.
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Post by Rhinn on May 27, 2011 22:50:19 GMT -5
Cam exited the car with Will, locking it. They entered the Hotel and Cam was deep in thought so he really barely noticed the sweaty muscled man that passed him. He nodded to him in greeting and continued on, but something in the back of his mind wouldn't let go of his face. He turned around to see the man talk to Will at the vending machine. He didn't know if she wanted the extra attention, but something raised his protection alarm.
Instead of taking the elevator up, he walked back over to Will and the man... at about 5 feet away, he realized who he was.
"OH MAN, YOU'RE BILL BREWER... THE CRUSADER. MAN I WATCHED ALL YOUR MATCHES!!"
Cam did a karate kick and hit move and lost his balance. He stumbled against the wall and that was the only thing that kept him from falling on his face. He looked back at Bill, but his face was flush with excitement, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Man I love you! I mean, I was thinking of getting tattoos like yours, but I drew them in with a pen first and the ink got me a little sick... to each his own on that, but man.... bang bang bang."
Cam simulated boxing the air. "I thought about going the MMA route, but my dad's gaming store needed help with a Warhammer Convention so my path was along a different route."
He looked back and forth between Will and Bill. "So, will you sign my shirt for me?"
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on May 27, 2011 23:13:01 GMT -5
*Bill was exchanging looks between the two, unsure of who to answer first. He was asked to dinner, and a fan asked for an autograph. Bill was rubbing the back of his head as he was thinking about the fist answer. Bill decided, to step forward, and reach for the shirt as he looked over to Will.*
Bill Brewer: "I would love to come to your families dinner."
*Bill was gripping the shirt that he was requested to sign. While doing so, he was looking to Cam.*
Bill Brewer: "Nice to know that I have friends in low places. So whacha name?"
*Bill was wondering if whether Will and Cam were friends, or if they just stayed here together.*
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Post by NotAvailable on May 27, 2011 23:42:26 GMT -5
When Cameron appeared fanboygasming over Bill, she'd raised her brows up high and supressed a laugh at his eagerness. Bill had accepted the invite and was readying himself to sign the shirt, seemingly overwhelmed a bit. She'd looked back at her watch and started for her room once more. Waving a bit, she turned around half way there, walking backwards a bit.
"Alright, Mr. Brewer, Cam, I'll see you two at the Lagoon tonight. Be there about 8:30 p.m., sharp, she's informed them before her back touched the arch of her doorway.
"Oh and dress to impress, uniform code!" she reminded them before unlocking her door and entering the room, shutting it behind her.
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Post by Rhinn on May 28, 2011 0:21:28 GMT -5
Cam waited as Bill signed his shirt. He stuck out his hand to shake Bill's. "You're going to the party as well? That's great!"
He let go of the boxer's hand and then turned back to the elevator. "I better go get ready. If you want, we can meet down in the lobby and go in together."
Cam stepped in the elevator and gave Bill two thumbs up. Then he took off his shirt to look at the signature. He giggled hysterically as the doors shut.
A few minutes later he was up to his floor and with only one weird look from the maid. Then it was in his room. He didn't stop in the bedroom, instead, he stripped as he walked to the bathroom. He needed a shower and to iron his suit and pack up the rest of his belongings. Looking at the clock, he realized that he had less than 13 hours until they left.
He reached in the shower and turned on the hot water. This would be the last hot shower for a while. He stepped in, grabbing the body wash and squeezing it out over the luffa. He wanted to make a great impression... one that everyone would remember.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on May 28, 2011 13:05:57 GMT -5
Bill watches on as Will, and Cameron had went into the elevator. He would turn his head, to gaze around the rest of the lobby. To see other people just being normal. Bill turned around, and looked into the snack machine. Spotting a bag of chips hanging out, as if it's about to fall. Bill cocks a grin, and steps closer to it. Ramming he side of the snack machine with his hand, and the bag of chips falls down to the slot. A loud thud from the strike had gained some attention, as he ignored everyone's stare. Pulling the chips out, and opens them up immediately. Eating them as he paces to the stairwell. Bill remains at the bottom of the stairwell, taking in some breaths before he begins to jog up all of the stairs to get to his penthouse. He. had crumbled the tip of the bag to keep it from spilling as he climbs the stairs with speed.
Bill had spent several minutes, at least ten, jogging up the those huge stairs. Finally reaching the top floor, and stopping to catch his breath. His heart pacing, and Bill would recover in meantime, as he just strolled on forth, to enter his room. Throwing the bag of chips onto a table inside, and he throws away of the towel as well. Bill removes his training gloves, and drops them in the floor near his wardrobe closet, and he opens the wardrobe. Seeing he doesn't really have any fancy clothing. Mostly just training clothes and street clothes. Bill turns his body around, and he looks over to the phone. Making his way to the phone as he had left the wardrobe open. Picking up the phone, an dialing some certain numbers. A female on the other end answers.
Receptionist: "Hello, how may I help you?"
Bill Brewer: "Uh, hi.. I was wonderin' if ya could have someone send me up a suit to wear tonight?"
Receptionist: "Sure thing, Mr. Brewer. That'll be coming right up."
Bill Brewer: "Oh and uh, if the deliverer gets here without me answering my door, tell him to come on in and set it on my bed. I may be in the shower."
Receptionist: "Will do, Mr. Brewer. You have a good day."
Bill Brewer: "You too hunny, bye."
*Bill, easily setting the phone to trigger the conversation over. Gazing around his room, before he enters the bathroom. He decided to refreshen with a shower after the hours of working out today. Then he's going to get dressed with the requested suit from before in hopes to impress Will's family.*
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Post by NotAvailable on May 28, 2011 13:33:50 GMT -5
Will had previously had a shower, all she needed was clothes, brushed hair and probably some eyeliner, mascara and light shadow. She usually kept it simple and clean, never being a big fan of dresses or makeup. It took less time than the average woman, atleast. She had done her makeup and hair, pulling on a dress could wait while she checked her phone.
She scrolled through it and to her suprise, there was a text message. Not just any message, a message from Kevin. Her heart nearly skipped a beat as she opened it. He'd replied to her text that was made a week ago, telling him of her plans to get to Raccoon.
'I love you.
That was all. Bursting into tears, Will broke into heart wrenching sobs as she squeezed the phone in her grip. Her liner had began to smudge as she ribbed carefully beneath her eyes. Somehow, that text had seemed fatal.
"Kevin...please...just....hang on," she said in a desperate whisper, texting a message back.
'I love you too. I'm on my way.
Pressing 'send', Will drew her wet gaze over toward the dress. It was Kevin's favorite. It was classy, not "sl*tty", as Kevin used to say. Was it wise to wear it when he wasn't there? Did it matter? It made her think about him and miss him more, but it also comforted her. Standing to her feet, she'd grasped at the little black dress and went to change.
A few minutes later, Will hurried through to the door, snatching her phone up as she limped toward the entrance, trying to pull her shoe onto her foot.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on May 28, 2011 16:41:40 GMT -5
*Several hours during the day, it was 7:30. Bill was pacing in his room, contemplating what to do before 8:30. Hen was decked out in a black suit, fresh clean shave, and he had trimmed his jarhead hairstyle. Bill had a Rolex watch resting on his left wrist, wearing it because it shows prestige. He was wondering what type of people he's about to meet. After being separated from his family, he refuses to be alone. He would love nothing more than to make some friends in Vegas while he's still here.
Bill is standing in the bathroom, in front of the mirror. Practicing his words. Attempting to figure out what to say, and how to say it. HE would like to appear to be articulate if anything because he knows he'll be judged since he's a renowned MMA fighter and a distinguished martial artist. Bill steps out of the bathroom, flipping the lights off. Bill looks up, and stares at the championship title that he once wore around his waist. That title represents Bill's entire life. He strives for that championship and now it retires as his and no one else.
Ten till eight o'clock, Bill steps around the room, making sure nothing was on. After ensuring, he leaves his room, and locks his room behind him. Having the natural instinct to go to the stairwell, but he just remembered what he was doing, and what he was wearing. Bill shakes his head and chuckles, and turns to step to the elevator. Entering, and pressing "G" for ground, the lobby. Bill whistles as the elevator shifts into motion, it taking a few seconds to reach the ground floor.*
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Post by Rhinn on May 28, 2011 18:14:52 GMT -5
"Damn I look sexy even if I say so myself. I'd sleep with me and give it all up. Will's mom is gonna drool." And then the elevator door opened and an elderly couple got on, catching the last part of that monologue. The older man just shook his head, but the old lady smiled. "If she won't have you, I will. You remind me of my grandson, Peter. He was a lovely thing." Inwardly, Cam vomited a little and had to swallow it. What the hell is wrong with the old people in this hotel? he thought. Thankfully the door opened on the ground floor, letting him out. He waved goodbye to the couple and felt a shudder run down his back. Then he caught a look of himself in the mirrored doors of the elevator. That's right... damn sexy. He was wearing his white suit and the only downside was that he had to switch out of his lucky red underwear because it showed through. As he admired himself, the doors opened again, and Cam recognized Bill, dressed in a suit. He cleaned up pretty well. "You ready to head to the Lagoon?"
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Post by NotAvailable on May 28, 2011 18:26:40 GMT -5
Before the elevator doors had closed, a slender hand stuck through, halting the doors before they'd re-opened. Will had stood side ways, allowing the couple to get by. "Hold the elevator," she said before moving toward it, in which case she'd seen both Bill and Cam. Both men were dressed nicely and to be honest, Will thought they were actually pretty dashing in their suits. Not too dressed but formal enough, laid back.
She herself had smiled and waved a bit. "How coincidental. We all ready at the same time," she said, laughing a bit as she'd stood infront of the two to face the doors as they closed. She'd brushed on the skirt of her dress before straightening it out.
"I phoned my parents to let them know you guys were joining us. They got a bigger table," she said.
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