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The Lylat Luxury Hotel: Part 4


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'Ok...I just to replace some ammo and thats it.' Norman thought, entering his room and replacing the stun ammo with real ammo...ammo that would kill someone once it soared across their skin...or fur...

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Zeke was also deeply troubled by this outcome.  ".....I'm sorry to hear that....", was the only thing he could muster up.  "You're doing fine for yourself", he added, "Your parents would most definitely be proud".

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"How could they? I was the one that killed them, with these damned bombs." She said, sounding like it was no big deal, even though the river of tears was saying differently.

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"Even so....you're doing good for yourself.  What's went by is in the past.  It's most of the time hard to forget...but you live and learn.  My mother was killed in the crossfire of two rival gangs' turf war.  Her death was meaningless to them.",  Zeke said, he had his fists clenched in anger now. 

(I gotta head sometime soon :oops:)

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"But it was not your intention to do

that, right? We all make mistakes...

As big as they may be. But accidents

are things we can not control..."

Said Interlocke, not able to say

anything else.

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She closed her eyes, thinking of the past hardships she went through of that event. The screaming, the pain, the feel that death was just around the corner. It made her only sad. She re-opened her eyes. "I am sorry about your mother. I can tell you personally, I have taken down at least seven gangs or random groups of criminals. I know how ruthless they can be." She looked up then to Interlocke. "It was either me, or them..." She said, hoping that would clear things without having to say the obvious again.

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"Let's get off of this suffering", Zeke suggested while slowly calming down.  "Whaddya say we go get some cake?, that always helps me get my mind off of life for awhile!", he suggested.

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She looked up then to Interlocke. "It was either me, or them..." She said, hoping that would clear things without having to say the obvious again.

"What?... Listen, you can believe me,

I have been in such kind of situations

before... " She was interrupted by Deckér.

"But why with your parents? Were you forced

to kill them?" He said.

"Please, ignore that question." Said the

Black Soviet.

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Norman cocked his guns and decided to lay into his bed, thinking about the time he got his back fixed from Tucker...

'I wish he could come back here soon, sure left in a hurry,' Norman thought...

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"Fine." She said in her normal tone. She took the three grenades she made and put them in her pants' pockets. At least it's something... She thought while heading out of the room. She looked into the infirmary as she passed, and teared as she saw the coat still hooked up in there, and still continued.

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"It'll be ok.....one day", Zeke said, trying to console Rynian after seeing the tears upon her face. 

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"You blew it up, AGAIN!"

Said Interlocke.

"If only I uderstood biological

beings better..." Said the ship.

"Well, what I was supposed to do?!

When someone does not want to

mention something, inside them,

they DO want to talk about it."

Replied the blue fox.

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She remained silent the rest of the way to the cafeteria. She was happy to hear Zeke and his comment, but nothing could drag her from the idea of the coat at this point.

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'Man...thinking about Tucker and Ray...I should maybe feel sorry for these people...maybe I have treated them sh*t...' Norman thought, hoping nobody would enter his or scan him or his room...

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"Are you a fan of cheesecake Rynian?", Zeke asked as the group sat down at a booth.

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"Not particularly." She responded in normal mono-tone voice.

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"How about Ice-cream cake or chocolate frosting with yellow cake?", Zeke continued to ask.

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"Yellow cake will be fine." She responded like last time. Her mind wasn't focused at this point, as much as she wanted it to be.

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"Gotcha!", Zeke said as he ran over to the waiter and whispered something into his ear, then returned to the table.  "I hope you'll enjoy this one!", Zeke continued, "I've been here long enough to try almost all the desserts, and for someone that needs to be cheered up, it can't get much better than this!"

(Alright guys, I gotta head out now, see everyone later today! :D)

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Motivating both Deckér and Black Soviet

to leave the room, Interlocke followed, and

closed the door behaind her.

Interlocke said a soft "Bye." and headed to

her room; so did Black Soviet, who was dissapointed

with his friend's 'performance' - as the ship would

put it. Deckér was not sure if to follow Zeke and Rynian,

or to head to his room.

(Alright guys, I gotta head out now, see everyone later today! :D)

( Me too, 6:25 AM here!

  Good... Morning? )

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(Okay. Night, Crazy!)

Well, everyone's gone... She thought. Forget the cake... She walked out of the Dining Hall. Along the way when she passed the infirmary, she stopped and took a second to look at the jacket from a distance. "...I'm sorry." She muttered, another tear flowing down her fur, as she left the coat in there and went to her room. She continued through the night and made countless grenades. Not as much as she had before, but more than what she had now. "But no where to hold them or my fun tricks..." She said as she lied on her bed, saddened that her jacket was now practically unusable from the permanent stain of stench on it that reminded her of the Ex.

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'Thinking about my past won't do anything at the moment...I should get some sleep here...' Norman thought, closing his eyelids and falling asleep...

(I'm heading out, ALL AIRCRAFT REPORT!!!!)

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Charles, just waking up from a good night's sleep, went out to find Zeke and, possibly, some other new folks in the hotel to hang out with.

(Alright, anyone of you could find Charles, I can't specify where you all are. Just wanna have some fun. :cool: )

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Charles, just waking up from a good night's sleep, went out to find Zeke and, possibly, some other new folks in the hotel to hang out with.

(Alright, anyone of you could find Charles, I can't specify where you all are. Just wanna have some fun. :cool: )

Instead of returning to his room,

however, the Black Soviet made a turn

and found the stairs. He could not overcome

his desire to scan - after all, with a pre-fab

database with only 5% of the information

it should have, one could understand him.

He went down to the lobby, and stood next

to the hole he had previously made. Nobody

either noticed such a big thing, or nobody

cared to fix it.

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Norman woke up and got out of bed, taking a few streches, he headed out of his room with his gun and decided to head down to the lobby...

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