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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 17:02:42 GMT
John woke up with a groan and a splitting headache. For someone who worked at a bar he knew that opening his eyes to the cruel light with a hangover was not a good move.
Although he didn't recall having a drink the night before. But then again, that might just be because of the hungover.
Carefully he opened his eyes, seeing what looked like a hotel room maybe. Adjusting his position on the bed just a little. His back meeting something soft and warm. John smirked a little. So he had taken someone out for a good time. But he was wearing his clothes. Why? Oh well, that could be remedied easily. John rolled to his other side to see who he had decided to bed.
When his slow going brain saw and processed what or who it was he moved back and fast. Tumbling on the floor in a grand arch. Gaining an aching back as well as an aching head. "Jesus Christ..." He muttered under his breath. "The fuck did I drink last night?" He asked himself as he made the effort to get to his feet.
Standing up straight and letting his head get around the concept of balance he took a gander at the room. "Jesus Christ be merciful.... This is the ugliest hotel room I have ever been in..." He stated as his eyes drank in the details. Mainly the ugly ass painting that was hanging on the wall. Almost as ugly as the man he had woken up with.
Next thing his eyes glued on to was the mini bar. A wide grin spreading on his face. Making his way to the fridge and opening it. Grabbing a mini bottle of Jack Daniels. Nothing better than to take a swig of the same poison to aid a hangover. He was sure the other guy would be more than able to pay for the bottle. If not then sucks for him.
John then staggered to the door, but when he pushed the handle it didn't budge. Pushing it again just to see if it was a jam. Then trying to force the handle more vigorously. Getting agitated now. Finally ending his attempt in slamming the door with his palm hard. Feeling the sting right away, but he didn't care. "You gotta be kidding me!!!" He yelled pushing himself away from the door and delivering it a right good kick. Again his foot hurt, but he didn't care.
Was the other guy locking the door on purpose? Or was it jammed? Well there was only one way to find out, and that was waiting for the other one to wake up. John made his way to the reclining chair. Lifting his feet up on it and sighing. Cracking the bottle open and emptying it with a swift gulp. Somehow it wasn't really helping his hangover like it usually did. Something fishy was going on here....
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 26, 2016 17:49:14 GMT
Ruber awoke abruptly, and in heavy pain. The splitting headache from the gas would be bad enough if it weren't accompanied by loud yelling and slamming of doors. He didn't even have time to think or register that something was wrong, he jumped up in immediate anger.
"Will you shut the fuck up?!" he yelled back at the idiot posing for a man in front of him. Only then did he realize something was wrong. He had never in his life seen this room, or this man. Looking around the room he could say he would definitively remember it if he had previously seen it.
Standing, Ruber was towering over the pip squeak, and his anger surely didn't make him look less threatening. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded as he took several steps in the man's direction, slowly as to not agitate his pounding head. "Where are we?"
It wasn't even a possibility in Ruber's mind that he might have been drinking. Drinks made people slow, stupid, forgetful, not to mention it had a tendency to lead people into trouble. Ruber had first hand experienced this on more than one occasion and was decidedly avoiding the vile shit in company with others. He had a tendency to scare people when sober. They wouldn't want to see him drunk.
He took another look around the room. The painting made him frown. The mini bar made him frown even more. He wanted to repeat the question. Seriously, where the fuck were they?
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 17:58:19 GMT
John was way too pissed to have this man, or date rapist or whatever he was, yell at him like this. "The name is John! Who the fuck are you?!" He yelled, matching the huge man's tone.
"How should I know. You brought us here right?" He said a bit more calmer, but still agitated. "So can you just open the door and let us out?" He said sure the other man was behind all this.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 26, 2016 18:09:30 GMT
Ruber's anger went from agitation to annoyance and amusement. People rarely seemed to dare stand up to him that way. He respected the courage, but deemed this man a very stupid little man. When he accused Ruber of having done this, though, he thought him if possible even more idiotic. What use would Ruber have of him?
"Fine," Ruber said, not even dignifying this man's accusations with an answer, but he could get them out. And if that was what it took to get this man to shut up, he would be more than happy to comply.
Readily, Ruber straightened himself up, stretched and cracked some joints before shoving the man aside like a ragdoll, though not so hard he would lose his footing, and positioned himself right in front of the door. He didn't even pause to think this idea through, it wasn't like this was the first time he had broken down a door. And this one looked like any other door. Bracing himself he lifted a leg high and kicked with all his might towards the keyhole of the door.
"BLOODY HELL!" he screamed and staggered back. If it weren't for bumping into the bed, he might very well have fallen. The door hadn't moved an inch. What on earth was this fuckery?
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 18:21:46 GMT
John staggered out of the way when the man pushed him. Gaining his balance soon, in time to watch the man hit the door with a well aimed kick.
Slightly regretting picking a fight with this man in the first place. But that passed soon. Thinking the man a little simple to boast is power rather than use his brain to open the door. "Why don't you use the key? Would hurt less than to breaking your leg." He said in a slightly mocking tone. Folding his arms across his chest.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 26, 2016 18:29:33 GMT
Ruber turned to the man with a sneer, pure madness in his eyes. The door had pissed him off enough, and the man was pushing his luck by mocking him right now. It was all he could do not to hit the blonde ass with all the force he had previously used on the door, but the man wasn't worth it. Yet.
"If you had a fucking key all along, why didn't you use it?" he glared and looked the man up and down. Had this been some kind of ruse from the idiot all along? Had he locked the door, hid the key and waited for Ruber to embarrass himself by fighting the door? Ruber's patience was beginning to run low. Very low.
"You have about two seconds to hand over the fucking key."
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 18:35:55 GMT
Was this guy stupid or just joking around? John unfolded his hands and began to empty out his pockets. "I... don't... have... the key!" He said through his teeth. "I fucking don't even know how I got here!!" He yelled.
"If I had the key why the hell would I have stuck around here to look at your ugly mug!? I'd be long gone by now!"
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 26, 2016 18:46:47 GMT
No. This guy was not worth being angry at. This guy was so stupid that being angry with him would be like being angry with the mentally challenged two year old who peed on the carpet. He would stay calm. As calm as he could be, at least. For now.
"Dude.. you are the one who mentioned a fucking key." He didn't even know what else to say, what piece of information might penetrate the thick skull of his. "Is it possible for you to consider I am not the bloody culprit here? Is it possible I wouldn't want to lock myself in with the most annoying, loud-mouthed mosquito ass I could possibly fucking find on this fucking planet? I could have at least gotten a nice, big-titted temptress, but no, I chose a scrawny, annoying, moronic blonde. If this was my doing, I can promise you one thing. I would have brought duct tape."
No, but seriously, who would ever wish this upon themselves?
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 19:05:45 GMT
"Listen man. I don't know, nor do I care what sort of kinky shite you are into, as long as you are not doing it with me." He said getting defensive.
"If it is not you or me who locked us in here then who is it? Can you explain that tit face?!" He said marching back to the reclining chair and sitting down on it once more.
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 26, 2016 19:19:20 GMT
"Are you genuinely assuming that the only people capable of doing this are in this room? Or are you assuming that whatever sick-face decided to kidnap us would be stupid enough to lock themselves in the room as well? I can bet my ass that whoever did this are smug and happy outside this room, most likely watching us and laughing." Ruber pointed up at the security camera in the corner, viewing them suspiciously.
"P.S. I can guarantee you the kinky shite I am into does not include you."
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 19:46:41 GMT
John laughed. "You seem well versed in the psychology of a kidnapper. You sure you have not done so before?" He said taunting the other man. "I don't know what sort of sicko's are out there in the world. But I am not so stupid than to just trust anyone I am locked up with automatically. You might be in on this and just waiting for the opportunity to get me to talk, or whatever." This was going to keep on. And John might end up sharing this room with this man for who knew how long. Unless they managed to kill each other first.
John sighed audibly, trying to calm himself down. "Do you have a name ugly?" He asked. "Or should I just call you that?"
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Post by Ruber Keen on Apr 26, 2016 20:12:16 GMT
Ruber couldn't believe this man's stupidity. Apparently any man with common sense could be labeled kidnapper-material.
"Sure, call me ugly. I'll call you dummy. Nice to meet you." With that Ruber walked past the man, so fed up with this bullshit, and laid down on the bed once again. His headache hadn't improved since waking up.
Ruber looked over at the man and smiled as he saw him in the chair. He almost hoped he was comfortable there, because there was no way Ruber was going to share a bed with this imbecile. He didn't care how little space the other man would take up. The bed was for Ruber. Ruber only.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Apr 26, 2016 20:19:54 GMT
John didn't mind sleeping in the chair. There was no way he was going to fight the man for the bed. Not that he wouldn't mind sleeping on the bed. John just wasn't suicidal, besides, he could sleep anywhere. Even if the brute were to be a dick and smash the chair he could sleep on the floor, easily.
"Alright then ugly, nice to meet you." He said getting comfortable on the reclining chair. Then John heard a knock at the wall and a girls voice on the other side. Moving to the wall.
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