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Post by WoDBerlin on Jun 4, 2006 18:20:21 GMT 1
Restraunt open 24 hours, everyday of the week. Here you can order anything from burgers and fries to waffles."O'Tolley's. The Family restraunt."
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Post by Karin on Jun 4, 2006 19:17:48 GMT 1
Karin became increasingly edgy as they neared the eatery. She kept looking over her shoulder as if expecting to be followed. But she still led Ilya into O'Tolley's, where both of them got a few nasty looks for their appearance. Karin stared down a few patrons and walked over to the counter.
"Jiminy says..." but Ilya never did find out what Jiminy says, because at that moment they were interrupted by a very pimply young man with: "Welcome to O'Tolley's, can I take your order?"
Bane food, bane cakes, piggy-face!
Jiminy says...
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Post by Ilya on Jun 4, 2006 19:54:05 GMT 1
Ilya, the barefoot, overly-hairy, professional-wrestler-looking giant, with tight jeans and unbuttoned hawaiian shit, follows the Ratkin into the restaurant.
Who's Jiminy? He thinks to himself as the underpaid staff member addresses them.
"Uh, hi," He grumbles to the teen, scanning the overhead menu, "Is your breakfast menu open yet?"
Looking down at Karin, he shrugs.
"What would you like?" He whispers.
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Post by Karin on Jun 4, 2006 20:15:28 GMT 1
"You know what I want..." Karin looks into the pimply-faced-sludge-brain-teen and grabs him by the collar.
"I WANT YOUR STINKY TAINTED HEAD, FUCKFACE!"
She pulled out a short knife and waved it at the employee. "Alright everyone, this is a stick-up! Now I don't exactly need a reason to cut humans' eyes out, especially filthy scum that frequent a class-A Wyrm-stink eatery like O'Tolley's, but give me a fucking reason and my friend here will tear you apart with his bare hands!"
She jumped on the counter and kicked the pimply employee. "Now get me all your burny liquids! NOW YOU SNIVELLING FUCK!"
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Post by Shehrazad on Jun 4, 2006 20:29:13 GMT 1
The pimply employee yells in pain and shock and rus off to get his manager. Some of the patrons run away hurriedly, others stick around, wondering if this was all some kind of joke.
Then the manager shows up. The manager was a very fat man with rather scaly and sweaty skin. There's just something nasty about him that probably had lots to do with body odour. "Easy there, young lady, before you hurt yourself!"
It would take someone to be looking directly at the manager, or else to be very perceptive, to notice the slithery green tongue as he spoke.[/color]
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Post by Ilya on Jun 4, 2006 20:34:59 GMT 1
Ilya is lost for words. What was she doing? Sure, he'd figured that she wasn't the most sane of individuals, but attacking an innocent employee of a fine establishment such as O'Tolley's?
Looking towards the manager, he offers a half-hearted smile.
"I'm sorry sir," He says, "She's... she's..."
He sniffed. Something was not right. Squinting, he looks at the manager in a little more detail.
Oh dear... He thinks to himself.
Looking back down at Karin, he clears his throat.
"Uh... sis," He says, "I... uh... think we should leave."
So she had a reason act to like that... He thinks to himself. Still, no sense in rushing into these things...
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jun 4, 2006 20:51:04 GMT 1
Young roughlooking biker enters the O'Tolley's and holds the door open for his buddy, chatting something about conditions of Berlins Parks.
He stops as he sees girl with a knife and this hairy giant, looks around and look in patrons eyes tells him something is REALLY wrong here.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing... BUDDIES?!" man takes very intimidating posture and looks at his friend "Looks like there's trouble brewing, dontcha think?"
He cracks his knuckles quite loud.
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Post by Karin on Jun 4, 2006 20:55:53 GMT 1
Karin turned and looked at the manager.
Jiminy was right!
"This, my friends, is where common sense goes right out the window!"
Karin jumped off the counter and threw herself at toad-face, thrashing and swinging her knife and fist at the man.
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Post by Ilya on Jun 4, 2006 21:13:02 GMT 1
Shaking his head, Ilya lets out a sigh.
"Karin," He says in a low growl, "Now is not the time..."
But it was too late.
About to lean over the counter and remove the Ratkin from the manager, Ilya is momentarily distracted by the newcomers. Turning to face them, he puts out his hands, waving them off.
"No need for violence, friends," He says, looking at the biker, "Just a simple misunderstanding. We're about to leave right now, aren't we Karin?"
He looks back at the counter, waiting for a reply.
(Activating Befriend.)
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Kaleb
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Post by Kaleb on Jun 5, 2006 0:25:27 GMT 1
Kaleb walks in with Vasara talking about the parks and how littered they have become, but one man's trash was always his treasure. Just then as they make there way into the restraunt they are greeted by some crazed looking woman on the counter and some man that looked let's just say no better then Kaleb out on the streets, roughing it up a bit. Kaleb jumps back a bit as she starts thrashing a knife around all over the place, and looks to Vasara.
"Seems Danny might have been right about this place all along." The door closes behind them, now drawing attention to the pair as the bell at the top rings.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jun 5, 2006 9:04:18 GMT 1
"I think you're right, let's see what's going on in here..."
Vasara walks to counter mostly ignoring the ruckus and shouts over the desk "HEY, SIS! You should listen to your friend, stop waving with that knife before someone REALLY gets HURT!"
What the hell was their problem, he kept thinking to himself and started to look at menu, then throws it away saying "I think I lost my appetite, now what the HELL is your problem, girl?"
Then he looked the man. Damn he was big... but Vasara always believed that "bigger they are, harder they fall"...
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Post by Shehrazad on Jun 5, 2006 11:17:54 GMT 1
With a crazed ratkin at his throat, the manager stumbles back a little, but quickly recollects himself and shakes her off, sending her crashing into the counter.
“Get me security,” he mumbles into his cell phone.“Now.”
The manager was no fool. He knew what he was up against. If it was just him and the Ratkin he could handle it. But her friend was another issue altogether.
Security arrive promptly and in the form of three very serious-looking men. One of them walks over to Karin and picks her up by the arm.
”That’s it, you’re coming with us. You too, big guy.”
The other two walk over to Ilya. Although they are less enthusiastic about dragging him along, they make it clear he’s to go with them. [/color]
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Kaleb
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Post by Kaleb on Jun 5, 2006 11:29:38 GMT 1
Kaleb looks over to Vasara and then at the pair at the counter. "I hardly doubt they are going to get very far with that burly strapping fellow." Kaleb snickers. He walks closer to the group, the security and the crazed two. "Hey, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, it's apparent the lady is not quite well. What is it that is really going on here? Did you serve her some burger that had mealworms in it or something?" He looks over to Vasara, "Did you see that special on 20/20? The one with the mealworms?" He shudders thinking about mealworms in some good meat.
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Post by Karin on Jun 5, 2006 12:00:47 GMT 1
Karin, a little disoriented from crashing into the counter, allowed herself to be dragged to her feet. Something Kaleb had said caught her attention, and she snapped her head around to him.
"Worms in the meals?"
Wyrms in the meals.
Karin slipped her hand into the guard's vest and pulled out his gun, which she then emptied into the manager's face, his pimply side-kick, and random humanoid subjects.
((Spending 2 Rage for 2 extra actions, to fire at the manager and at pimples.))
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jun 5, 2006 14:05:35 GMT 1
"Yeah, food like this can make anyone freak out... SHIT! If that crazy chick starts shooting, cops will swarm this place!"
Vasara looks as girl moves, "She's too fast to be just a mortal..." he whispers to Kaleb "We need to get every customer out before we act... and it's better we don't show our might until we know what's going on in here."
Even after those words Vasara prepares to fight, he never really liked cops, and rent-a-cops were even worse... and even if he didn't admit it to himself, he had a soft spot in his heart for girls in trouble...
There is two easy ways to get people out of the buildings, one was to shout 'fire', other was...
"OH MY GOD!! SHE'S GOT A GUN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!" after shouting this Vasara grinned and looked at running people, and then at manager, there was something wrong with that guy...
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