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(Lenny's nightmare battle with Sauin)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
In the Bedroom of Room 301 at Hotel Antlers
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lenny slaps his outer leg with the flat of his blade and chuckles, "Someone's about to get fucked up."
Harriet narrows her eyes uncertainly.
"Yooo Hooo, who's here?" Lenny teases in a slimey, overly confident voice. It's clear he's moving about the nightmare shroud, seeking his prey.
Despite the characteristically masculine clothes Irene wears for combat purposes, she arrives smelling ... girly. It's not like her at all. She smells like a tantalising fruit basket when she draws nearer to her Temple compatriots, checking the magazine on her rifle while they prepare. "Nice to see a good showing," she notes, with a familiar, subtle Hispanic accent.
Lenny glances left, then right. Snorting as there's a pair of helpers. "Alright well, if its just one person. Step back and don't get in my way. Make it..fair." he sneers behind his gas mask, but the cocky attitude is present in his voice, "If they bring help, you can kill the help."
"We were available to be deployed, and here we are," Valerie tells Irene as she moves through the nightmare, cutting her eyes toward Lenny. "You have such an oily way of talking," she remarks.
"You have principles, I like that," Irene notes of Lenny, and then looks across at Valerie. "Shame really, I was itching for a fight though. What do you say, Agent?"
"Oily? What does that even mean." Lenny snorts, obviously it has meaning. It's the tone of a used car salesman who would sell grandma a lemon of a car.
"First come, first served," Valerie quips toward Irene with a lazed shrug of the shoulders, a hand ran through her hair with a wry curl of the lips at Lenny. "You know what that means."
"Don't listen to her, Lenny, you're a Mensch," Irene tells the man from Brooklyn, in her mellifluous Hispanic accent.
Lenny shrugs at Valerie then he snickers at Irene and goes, "You know what your talking about. The po po, not so much."
Lenny runs towards Sauin, after finding her finally after a lengthy search in the nightmare. "Oh look at you." he says "This wont be very fair."
"Do not underestimate them," Valerie warns Lenny as she flicks her rifle up, quickly training Harriet down within her sights and firing off a shot.
It's not fair at all, really. Irene lifts up her carbine, and fires off one very well-placed shot into Sauin, which takes her out before she's even had a chance to speak. Then, she turns to look at Harriet, whom she offers a brief salute, touching two fingers to the edge of her dark green cap.
"Lenny here is wanting a fair fight," a familiar Hispanic accent informs the Warden, from the otherwise androgynous seeming figure. "So I won't interfere." (Further, presumably) "May the best woman win."
Sauin fades out of the nightmare.
Lennys Nightmare Battle With Sauin 241108
(Lenny's nightmare battle with Sauin)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
In the Bedroom of Room 301 at Hotel Antlers
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lenny slaps his outer leg with the flat of his blade and chuckles, "Someone's about to get fucked up."
Harriet narrows her eyes uncertainly.
"Yooo Hooo, who's here?" Lenny teases in a slimey, overly confident voice. It's clear he's moving about the nightmare shroud, seeking his prey.
Despite the characteristically masculine clothes Irene wears for combat purposes, she arrives smelling ... girly. It's not like her at all. She smells like a tantalising fruit basket when she draws nearer to her Temple compatriots, checking the magazine on her rifle while they prepare. "Nice to see a good showing," she notes, with a familiar, subtle Hispanic accent.
Lenny glances left, then right. Snorting as there's a pair of helpers. "Alright well, if its just one person. Step back and don't get in my way. Make it..fair." he sneers behind his gas mask, but the cocky attitude is present in his voice, "If they bring help, you can kill the help."
"We were available to be deployed, and here we are," Valerie tells Irene as she moves through the nightmare, cutting her eyes toward Lenny. "You have such an oily way of talking," she remarks.
"You have principles, I like that," Irene notes of Lenny, and then looks across at Valerie. "Shame really, I was itching for a fight though. What do you say, Agent?"
"Oily? What does that even mean." Lenny snorts, obviously it has meaning. It's the tone of a used car salesman who would sell grandma a lemon of a car.
"First come, first served," Valerie quips toward Irene with a lazed shrug of the shoulders, a hand ran through her hair with a wry curl of the lips at Lenny. "You know what that means."
"Don't listen to her, Lenny, you're a Mensch," Irene tells the man from Brooklyn, in her mellifluous Hispanic accent.
Lenny shrugs at Valerie then he snickers at Irene and goes, "You know what your talking about. The po po, not so much."
Lenny runs towards Sauin, after finding her finally after a lengthy search in the nightmare. "Oh look at you." he says "This wont be very fair."
"Do not underestimate them," Valerie warns Lenny as she flicks her rifle up, quickly training Harriet down within her sights and firing off a shot.
It's not fair at all, really. Irene lifts up her carbine, and fires off one very well-placed shot into Sauin, which takes her out before she's even had a chance to speak. Then, she turns to look at Harriet, whom she offers a brief salute, touching two fingers to the edge of her dark green cap.
"Lenny here is wanting a fair fight," a familiar Hispanic accent informs the Warden, from the otherwise androgynous seeming figure. "So I won't interfere." (Further, presumably) "May the best woman win."
Sauin fades out of the nightmare.