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The Lylat Luxury Hotel: Part 4


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(Wow, Patrick is doing a great job at gathering intel :lolhyst:)

"I put fourteen civilians into an industrial meat grinder after shooting them execution style.", he replied.  His voice was now wavering, and his eyes had a very far away look in them,  "Most of them were still alive while going through the grinder.  They're agonized screams were heard, but not for long."

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(Wow, Patrick is doing a great job at gathering intel :lolhyst:)

"I put fourteen civilians into an industrial meat grinder after shooting them execution style.", he replied.  His voice was now wavering, and his eyes had a very far away look in them,  "Most of them were still alive while going through the grinder.  They're agonized screams were heard, but not for long."

"Are you sure you want to talk about this here? If you still want to continue, go ahead." She replied, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

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Zeke didn't respond.  He was shaken to the point where his entire body was trembling.  His tail remained stiff, and he laid his head in his hands. 

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(Wow, Patrick is doing a great job at gathering intel :lolhyst:)

"I put fourteen civilians into an industrial meat grinder after shooting them execution style.", he replied.  His voice was now wavering, and his eyes had a very far away look in them,  "Most of them were still alive while going through the grinder.  They're agonized screams were heard, but not for long."

(You ain't seen nothing yet, Crazy  :lol:)

Patrick stared at several targets, and as they all moved, Patrick fired rapidly, hitting every single one almost simulatiously. Estatic, he ran back and asked for the hardest and slowest gun to fire. He was handed a battle rifle that looked like it had been used for target pratice. Not caring, Patrick shouldered the weapon, aimed steadily at the targets, and fired.

The kicked knocked him on his backside, then the front of the barrel blew up in his face. Damn, that was fun, Patrick thought. "LET'S DO IT AGAIN!" Patrick shouted, his blackened face and now-spikey hair a frightening sight to anyone who didn't recognize him.

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Mike quickly finished his food, paid the bill and left the dining room before public attention was developed, he went back to the lobby, sat down and played his guitar...

'It's about time Mike came back...I couldn't get this catchy but stupid tune out of my head.' Paul thought, rubbing his helmet...

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(Shit you were right blackjack :lolhyst:)

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Zeke didn't respond.  He was shaken to the point where his entire body was trembling.  His tail remained stiff, and he laid his head in his hands. 

She held him, holding him as much as she could in an affectionate way. "Do you remember that season bomb I made when I first met you?"

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Zeke didn't answer.  He tensed up, and continued staring at the ground.

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Zeke didn't answer.  He tensed up, and continued staring at the ground.

"I don't need to continue if it makes you uncomfortable." She asked, again nuzzling his cheek, giving him a kiss on it now and then.

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"Hey Mike...can you give me a call when the service arrives? I gotta go now..." Paul said, handing Mike his card and walking outside the hotel to get in his G-Zero machine...

'Sorry dude...patience usually doesn't pay...' Mike thought, putting the card in his pocket and resumed playing the guitar...

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(Usually am, Crazy  :D)

Patrick, now very dizzy, could still make bullseyes, just not at the intended targets. He somehow ended up shooting across the lanes and getting more bullseyes (he's using the pistols again, now that he can't use the rifle). Then, he fell to the ground, giggling, as he had inhaled smoke from the dual pistols and pasted out.

(I may leave soon, so just a fair warning  :oops:)

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Zeke wasn't sure what was driving him at the moment.  Whether it was pure pent up rage, or something else, he didn't know.  He looked up at Rynian, got up, and slowly began walking out, toward something he could completely destroy.  Something compelled him to continue walking.

(We'll miss your comic relief blackjack! :D)

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Zeke wasn't sure what was driving him at the moment.  Whether it was pure pent up rage, or something else, he didn't know.  He looked up at Rynian, got up, and slowly began walking out, toward something he could completely destroy.  Something compelled him to continue walking.

(We'll miss your comic relief blackjack! :D)

"Zeke!" She called up while following him. She put her hand onto his shoulder, trying to slow him down.

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(I have a bit more time than expected, so you can't get rid of me just yet  :wink:)

Somehow, maybe from an ignited piece of hair, extra adreniline, or some sort of miracle (a handy plot-device  :P), Patrick stood, up, staggered, and walked over to the gun rack. He placed the battle rifle in a recycling bin, then put the pistols in there correct holders, carefully making sure it was just right. This took about five minutes.

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'Huh...wonder what's with everyone and time...' Mike thought, speeding the tempo of his guitar up...

He started to tap his feet to the beat...

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(Yipee :D)

Zeke didn't stop at Rynian's grab.  He walked into the gym, where he spotted his target, a punching bag.  He ran over to it with amazing speed, and slammed it so hard with a flurry of blows that the chains holding it to the ceiling were being strained.  He was yelling while doing this, venting all previous emotions at once.

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(Hey crazyfoo, look at our post time... :wink:)

(Haha, that's the second time that's happened in this RP! :D)

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(Yipee :D)

Zeke didn't stop at Rynian's grab.  He walked into the gym, where he spotted his target, a punching bag.  He ran over to it with amazing speed, and slammed it so hard with a flurry of blows that the chains holding it to the ceiling were being strained.  He was yelling while doing this, venting all previous emotions at once.

"Zeke..." She said while tearing. "Please... Please stop..." She tried holding back tears as memories  were coming to her. Her voice not being as loud as she wanted.

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Patrick loved the pistols. He had to have those pistols. Not ones that were the exact same model but those pistols. And he devised a plan on how to get them.

Still on a bit of a high from the pistol fumes, Patrick eyed a hallway suspiciously. He believed it wanted to eat him. In a series of snorts and grunts, Patrick basically told it he had already eaten and he didn't care if it wanted to eat him. He stumbled his way through the hallway, laughing like an idiot the entire time.

Phase one was complete. Phase two, he had forgotten. So, like any crazed buffoon, he went to the closest corner and just sat there, wide-eyed and bushy tailed. Well, if he had a tail.

(Now I gotta go  :( Byez everyone!  :))

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Zeke couldn't hear anything except the sounds of gunfire and death.  He tore into the bag with his teeth, and it fell from the ceiling.  He then climbed on top of it and continued to obliterate the bag with his fists. 

(I think I just found my new favorite song :D)

(Bye blackjack!)

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Zeke couldn't hear anything except the sounds of gunfire and death.  He tore into the bag with his teeth, and it fell from the ceiling.  He then climbed on top of it and continued to obliterate the bag with his fists. 

(I think I just found my new favorite song :D)

(Bye blackjack!)

(See ya!)

"Zeke!" She yelled, tears now falling rapidly as she ran and tackled him, trying to grapple and subdue him, unable to take seeing the image of Zeke in this way.

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By the time Rynian had tackled him, Zeke had expended most of his energy, and he fell to the ground quite easily.  He was breathing heavily, and was eventually seeing the world normally again. 

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By the time Rynian had tackled him, Zeke had expended most of his energy, and he fell to the ground quite easily.  He was breathing heavily, and was eventually seeing the world normally again. 

"Please, Zeke! I can't see you like this!" She exclaimed, the tears now falling onto Zeke as she pressed her muzzle into him.

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'Hmm...maybe I should look around the hotel for a bit...' Mike thought, holding the guitar on his back and started exploring in the shooting range...

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