Name: Derek "D" Book
Age: 26
Profession: Manager at a local city store.
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 150
Reason: His house had recently been contaminated with asbestos and had to be fumigated. With his parents offering to pay for a room at any hotel he decided to get one of the more expensive hotels in the area.
Can I join?
Derek leaned against the wall of a local Wal-Mart and was about to place a cigarette in his mouth. Before he could do anything one of his superiors came up to him and snatched the cigarette out of his mouth. "What did I tell you about smoking on the job!?" Derek looked down at the ground. "Sorry Steve, I swear I won't let it happen again." Steve just sighed. "D, you've got to follow the rules but for God's sake would you at least defend yourself once?" Derek grabbed a nearby broom and started to walk away. "Sorry Steve, I have to do.. uhh more work.." Before Steve could catch up with him Derek had exited the back area. As Derek slid behind the produce area where it was harder to see him he noticed that someone seemed to have a bandage on his wrist. "That must have hurt.." The man was startled and looked up. "Oh, yes it did." Derek stared at the wound. "May I ask how it happened?" With a grin the man looked at the ceiling. "It was yesterday and I was comign home from work when a group of crack heads mugged me. One of them bit me." "Why did he bite you?" The man looked angry. "I don't know, I didn't stop to ask them!"
Lenny was in and out of consciousness.
"Don't worry Lenny, your going to be fine," A surgeon said, looking over him. "The bullet hit the tip of you shoulder, it nicked a muscle, which caused most of the blood to come out. Apparently that's what made the shooter leave." It was Lenny's friend Vincent.
"Too bad he didn't leave after he missed me the first time," Lenny joked."Say Vincent what happened to your neck?"
"Oh.. Some how a patient we sedated woke up, and grabbed my throat. One of his nails barely scratched my neck. I'll be fine," Vincent said staring into his medical chart. "O.k. you might feel sudden shots of pain in your left shoulder, so we'll give you some meds for that."
"I'm fine, except for he ruined my good shirt," Lenny replied, rubbing his shoulder. The small patch on his arm covered up the wound.
"Here," Vincent tossed him a shirt. Lenny put on the shirt, and left the room. Lenny checked out of the Hospital, and got into his car. He pulled out of the parking lot, and drove back to the Phoenix.
Derek was getting angry at all of the people who seemed to be getting angry at him and all of the things that where going wrong that week. "I'm taking off work early." He marched out of the doorway and Steve caught up to him. "You're not going anywhere until you finish your shift!" Derek turned around and looked right into Steve's face. "Piss off, Steve" He then turned around and started to drive to the Phoenix, a kind of resort like place that his parents had paid for him to stay at.
'Wake up! wake up! the feds here man, the feds!'
Sheila jumped up off the couch immediatly and began to run to the back door then turns around to see Bubba laughing so hard he began sweating.
"Man, come on with the bull, I just got out yesterday and you making my life on the outside harder already? Can't get a job, I gotta wake up to that everyday."
'Aw, come on dawg, aight I'll make it up to you, you wash the dishes I'll cook a breakfast.'
Sheila came into the kitchen and looked at the sink as a roach came running out. Even the dishes at his prison was cleaner than this, even after use, but then again everyone licked the plates clean.
"you spose'd to be doing me a favor so how about you do both of those and I'll sit here and watch tv."
Bubba looked at sheila and nodded his head as he went to cleaning the dishes and later killing the roach with a fork, scraping it off and putting the fork right back on the clean dishes side. Normally Sheila would be working out right now but, bubba isn't no where near athletic, nor fit, but close to overweight so atleast they always had food.
(what a ghetto beginning 😊 btw I might be able to post on random days)
Jordan sat there in the quiet lobby, not sure what time it was, but was aware it was the afternoon. It was strange day, few people came in, and when they did, they weren't drunk guys or sleezy girls, just normal people wanting to stay a normal day.
Maybe its just cause it's the afternoon.
Jordan really wanted to believe that, but something was up in Vegas, but Jordan didn't know what. Then he heard a gunshot coming from behind him. His body quickly reacted, he jumped from his chair, pulled out his beretta and rushed to the locker room, pistol in front. Once inside he saw the scene, John stood above the dead body of Thomas, pistol out, blood everywhere.
"John! Put the pistol down!" Jordan yelled, pointing his pistol along with other guards.
"I...I...I shot him..." studdered John, dropping his pistol, "He...bit me..."
"What?!" asked Jordan.
"I was..was..sitting here...on my break...and he...looked at me..funny.."
"You shot him cause he looked at you funny!?" Jordan asked again.
"No...It was after...he looked at...me..." John said, revealing a wound on his left hand.
Jordan lowered his pistol, then holstered it. Then leaned over to Simon who stood by him.
"Call the police, then find a doctor, call a doctor, I don't care. Calm the crowd thats probably right in the lobby. Just hurry up," Jordan whispered.
With a nod Simon turned, and pushed his way out of the door. Jordan turned as well to see the other security guards confused at what happened. Apparently they didn't know whether to believe John murdered him or killed him in self-defense. Nontheless, Jordan grabbed a first aid kit from his locker and went to John, who was sitting down on a bench, and kneeled.
"Alright John, calm down, we got a doctor coming, "Jordan said, taking bandages from his kit, "Let me patch you up a bit, then we can talk about what happened."
"Yea...Okay...Sure.." John studdered.
Once he finished wrapping the cut, Jordan stood back up.
"Lets get started. What happened?"
Angelica sat at the edge of the hotel bed with her head in her hands. Her platinum blonde hair hung over her emerald eyes. All she could think was, that she shouldnt be doing this. She shouldnt be doing this at all.
Standing up she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes red from crying, after Lenny had left. Her fair skin riddled with freckles and the occasional tattoo, her platinum hair was curly and messy. She grabbed her purse, fixed her white t-shirt and headed for the door.
She thought maybe she should call him. To make sure that he was okay. She took her razor from her purse, as her bright green heels clicked on the tiled floor. Dialing the number she pressed the down button for the elevator.
The phone rang in her ear, as she waited for Lenny to answer.
Derek arrived at the Resort and walked inside the front door where he was met by a woman. Before he even looked up she had already ran up and wrapped her arms around him. They both sat there for a moment before doing anything else. "When did you come to Las Vegas?" She blushed slightly and looked into his eyes. "Well Derek.. I couldn't stand being away from you anymore and decided to drive here." A huge smile came across his face as he stared into her eyes. "Do you have a room?" She looked down. "I was kinda hoping to stay with you. Unless you don't want me in your room." Derek chuckled. "No, no, no it's fine." They both started to slowly head for the elevator.
Angelica paced a bit and left him a message "Lenny its me...." she started, then she heard a distant scream. She hesitated thinking maybe it was just a scream of passion. "Oh, um give me a call." she said quickly and waited for the elevator to come up.
She took a deep breath, and pulled at her cotton shirt. She started tapping her foot, and she heard that scream again... only this time is sounded worse. Her eyes grew wide, as she peeked down the hallway. Her finger pushed on the elevator button, as her heart started to pound.
Lenny tried to answer his phone. As he was grabbing for it, his shoulder shot in pain. The car swerved. Lenny let the phone ring to maintain control of the car. He pulled over to the Phoenix parking lot.
"Angelica? Why would she call me?" Lenny asked to himself. He dialed her number, and waited for her to answer.
Vlad entered the Phoenix. Apparently someone got shot. Besides his target. He chuckled.
"I'm still near the room, and I think there is something up here... or outside." she says. "Wait you got shot?" she said panicing. "WHERE IS THE ELEVATOR?" she yelled moving the cellphone away. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. This wasn't good. Angelica was famous for her panic attacks. She pressed her back against the wall and tried to calm herself. "Lenny.. I dont think the elevator is working."
Derek stood at the elevator door and watched as the number went up instead of down. "Oh, come on there is no way I will sit here and wait for the stupiud elevator." He looked angry until the woman that had met him wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. "It's just an elevator baby, it will get here eventually." "I guess you're right,"
Angelica shut the phone, and headed for the stairs. Her heart beating fast. It felt like her throat was closing up. Slowly she made it down the stairs, her heels clicking hard on the stairs as she trudge down them.
She made it down one level and stopped, leaning on the cold wall trying to breath or count to 10. She grabbed a hair tie out of her purse and tied her hair up in a sloppy bun, revealing a star tattoo behind her ear.
Then continued down the stairs.
Muttering about the elevator.
Jordan walked out from the locker room. John was bit by Thomas, and Thomas was shot by John. Everything was messing up. People were running and causing noise all about. Cops and doctors ran by him, towards the locker room. The world seemed to be over, and Jordan didn't know why he was going to die...but the world wasn't over. Jordan sat down in his front desk chair and grabbed his head.
"What the hells going on?" he asked himself.
As she made it down another level of stairs, her throat started to swell more. Her heart felt like it was going to explode and she heard more screaming beyond the walls. As she went to step down the next set of stairs, her heel broke sending her to tumble down the stairs. Knocking her head on the bottom landing. She turned over on her back and tried to get up. This failed, she couldnt even move, it took to much energy.
Her chest felt like it was caving, and her head was pounding now. She reached in purse to grab her cell phone.
Derek, finally becoming fed up with the elevator decided to go ahead and use the stairs. "We'll use the stairs.." They both made their way to the stairs entrance and proceeded to walk inside. "Why did I have to get the fourteenth floor..?" Grudgingly he started to ascend up the stairs. "At least it gives us time to talk." Derek nodded. "Well at there is one good thing about this."