Post by TheUdjat on Dec 19, 2007 14:50:54 GMT -5
Jeremy-
[The car is hard-topped, but the windows are down. If they had cause to, they could easily look at and spot Jeremy, but it’s dark out and they seem pretty focused on Elias. That may change when Jeremy catches up.]
Walking as fast as he deems safe, Jeremy hustles after Jackson Elias, hoping to warn him about the men in the car. The blood pumps through his veins, pounding in his ears, sending fear through every nerve of his body – but he treks onward with big steps, one stride at a time.
And Jeremy is faster, perhaps, than even he realizes. Before long, Elias is no longer a mere shape in the distance. Jeremy closes on him, being careful not to seem too rushed to those onlookers in the car... but it isn’t quite enough. Four steps before reaching Elias, the well-dressed gentleman ducks into a building. Undeterred, Jeremy prepares to follow, but is stopped by a valet standing outside the building.
“Now just where do you think you’re going?” The man is dressed in a classic hotel uniform, and a quick glance around confirms that this is indeed a hotel. The Chelsea, by its name. A quick glance to one side shows the menacing car loom for a minute, one of the men within staring directly at Jeremy, and then it swings around the corner, out of sight.
The doorman doesn’t really wait for a response, pushing Jeremy away from the entrance. “The gents in here got no time for peddlers, you hear? Now scram, get out of here.”
Inside, beyond the glass entrance, Elias continues up to his room, unaware of the commotion behind him.
[Regardless of what you say/do, continue to the below scene.]
Everyone-
Idle conversing continues until the appropriate time, broken only by Tommy cannon ducking out to retrieve a few newspaper clippings before the meeting and some other choice items, all accomplished without trouble. Soon enough, you are all on your way to the Chelsea Hotel, braving the brisk winter night. The trip is uneventful, full of the usual sights in New York City, and you soon find yourselves at the front of the hotel, minutes before 8 o’clock.
And there appears to be a scene unfolding before you.
In front of the hotel, a doorman is speaking with a young homeless man, pointing down the street and apparently urging him quite vehemently to leave. The man himself seems distracted, looking past the doorman at the hotel’s interior, and then down the street at... apparently nothing. He seems quite distressed.
Either way, the pair are blocking the entrance, and must be dealt with one way or another.
[Vemu, feel free to describe your character here. The others will hear whatever Jeremy chooses to say/do.]
[Is the car open? Open roof, windows? Is there a window in the back through which they can easily see Jeremy? Anyway, Jeremy will try to walk as casually as he can, but he will also want to catch up with Elias.]
[The car is hard-topped, but the windows are down. If they had cause to, they could easily look at and spot Jeremy, but it’s dark out and they seem pretty focused on Elias. That may change when Jeremy catches up.]
Walking as fast as he deems safe, Jeremy hustles after Jackson Elias, hoping to warn him about the men in the car. The blood pumps through his veins, pounding in his ears, sending fear through every nerve of his body – but he treks onward with big steps, one stride at a time.
And Jeremy is faster, perhaps, than even he realizes. Before long, Elias is no longer a mere shape in the distance. Jeremy closes on him, being careful not to seem too rushed to those onlookers in the car... but it isn’t quite enough. Four steps before reaching Elias, the well-dressed gentleman ducks into a building. Undeterred, Jeremy prepares to follow, but is stopped by a valet standing outside the building.
“Now just where do you think you’re going?” The man is dressed in a classic hotel uniform, and a quick glance around confirms that this is indeed a hotel. The Chelsea, by its name. A quick glance to one side shows the menacing car loom for a minute, one of the men within staring directly at Jeremy, and then it swings around the corner, out of sight.
The doorman doesn’t really wait for a response, pushing Jeremy away from the entrance. “The gents in here got no time for peddlers, you hear? Now scram, get out of here.”
Inside, beyond the glass entrance, Elias continues up to his room, unaware of the commotion behind him.
[Regardless of what you say/do, continue to the below scene.]
Everyone-
Idle conversing continues until the appropriate time, broken only by Tommy cannon ducking out to retrieve a few newspaper clippings before the meeting and some other choice items, all accomplished without trouble. Soon enough, you are all on your way to the Chelsea Hotel, braving the brisk winter night. The trip is uneventful, full of the usual sights in New York City, and you soon find yourselves at the front of the hotel, minutes before 8 o’clock.
And there appears to be a scene unfolding before you.
In front of the hotel, a doorman is speaking with a young homeless man, pointing down the street and apparently urging him quite vehemently to leave. The man himself seems distracted, looking past the doorman at the hotel’s interior, and then down the street at... apparently nothing. He seems quite distressed.
Either way, the pair are blocking the entrance, and must be dealt with one way or another.
[Vemu, feel free to describe your character here. The others will hear whatever Jeremy chooses to say/do.]
