A Particular Set of Skills (XCrown RP for NOC, #4/9)
Jul 16, 2018 23:00:28 GMT -5
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Post by The Anomoly on Jul 16, 2018 23:00:28 GMT -5
..:: JULY 10TH, 2018 ::..
It’s been a few days since Evelyn and Olivia were… well, we don’t really know what happened to them, but something happened. Their hotel room has been empty and vacant the last few days, and a “Do Not Disturb” sign has been cheekily hung on the door, to keep hotel maids away. This somehow worked, perhaps they’re super lazy. Who knows?
The sound of boots hitting a tile floor echo down a hallway, as the Anomoly enters the scene. He walks to the door to his hotel room, and pulls out a key, sticking it into the lock and turning it. He shoves the door open, getting a big gust of cold air in his every pore.
Anomoly: Feels just like home. Flip floppy temperature like you wouldn’t believe.
Anomoly drags his briefcase in, overfilled with colorful garments sticking out of every pocket. He plops the case on the ground and unzips it, revealing its contents. Masks, tights, t-shirts, a three piece suit for official public events, and other casual clothes strewn about. He picks up a tank top, board shorts, and a tropical mask, and walks right into the bathroom, only for the shot to flip over and see him walk out donning those clothes. He sighs, and puts his hands on his hips.
Anomoly: Today’s gonna be a good day!
Today would be the farthest from a good day that you could possibly imagine.
He then whips out a cell phone, and quickly dials someone. A phone lights up on the bed behind him, but he doesn’t know it. He taps his foot, while waiting for the caller (who clearly doesn’t have her phone) to pick up. A female voice, robotic and pre recorded, let's Anomoly know the dealio. The lovely lady he’s looking for isn’t available, but he should leave a message to get back to her.
Anomoly: * sigh* Hey Evelyn, it’s Anomoly. I’m here at the hotel room, by myself. If you’d maybe want to get dinner or something tonight, give me a call and I can meet you somewhere. Speak to you soon.
Anomoly presses the hang up call button. Another few taps, and the phone goes right back up to his ear. This time, a phone on the bedside table lights up. Another pause, and another voice gives his the scoop that this female ain’t around either, but can again leave a message.
Anomoly: “long, drawn out sigh* Hey Olivia, it’s dad. Just tried to call your mother, but got voicemail. I’m hoping you’ll hear this soon so you can relay this to her, but ask her if she’d like to have dinner out and about tonight. Let me know what she says, if you get this. Speak to you soon.
Anomoly sets his phone down and scratches his head. Evelyn and Olivia rarely let calls go to voicemail, only doing so if they were busy, urgently busy. This didn’t sit right with Anomoly, especially since they hadn’t been returning his calls or texts since the 7th. He looked towards the clock on the bedside table, noting a time of 3:43 PM. And right beside the clock… Evelyn and Olivia’s phones.
Anomoly, now realising something is terribly wrong, begins to tear apart the hotel room, looking for something, anything that can help him find out what happened, where they might be, etc. But all he finds is nothing…
Then he looks at the ground by the door and notices a knife, a rather large one. The same one Evelyn armed herself with. Except it’s tainted with a bit of blood on the tip. Anomoly opens the door and flies down the hallway, not even bothering to shut his door behind him. He runs down a few halls and swings open a door, revealing a staircase. He leaps down each set of stairs until he reaches a door that says “Bottom Floor.” He kicks the door open, nearly flattening a couple of teenagers making out, and sprinting down another hall that leads out to the lobby. He reaches the front desk, panting, as the desk clerk eyes him as if she’s just stumbled upon a crazed cannibalistic sociopath dining on some human organs.
Clerk: Um… how can I help you?
Anomoly, between pants, frantically begins to speak.
Anomoly: I want to talk to the head of security, I want to see some security cam footage, I think something’s happened to my room mates they aren’t in my room and haven’t responded to any communications for a few days and-
Clerk: Sir, sir. Calm down, if you’ll just wait a moment I’ll have the head of security bring you to the security room and he can show you some footage of whatever you need.
Anomoly, still panting, nods and takes a seat next to some old granny who’s knitting what looks to be the beginnings of a sock. She turns to him and gives him a toothless grin, a few lone teeth sticking out of her gums.
Granny: Mime nimming ma hair uh hocks or my ranonner. (I’m knitting a pair of socks for my granddaughter).
Anomoly just nods, not knowing, nor giving a shit what she said. He sighs, and waits for the head of security as we fade to black.
..:: 30 MINUTES LATER ::..
From there, the security guard plays footage of the 7th, the day Anomoly’s family went missing. We see from a outside camera’s standpoint, the same suited agent, flanked by another smaller agent, walk up to the room belonging to Evelyn and Olivia. A knock on the door, and Evelyn opens it. Indistinct conversation can be noted, and the smaller agent dumps something onto two clothes and hands them to the larger agent, with which he proceeds to put the clothes over their mouths. Evelyn swings a knife wildly, clipping the heavier guy and causing him to stumble back, but hold the cloth to her mouth and nose. Both of them eventually pass out, and the two roll them up into a rug and carry them over their shoulders out of the room into a van that peels out of the hotel garage.
Anomoly had seen enough, he had a job to do. The X*Crown could sit on the back burner. The task at hand, recover his family. He quickly opened his phone and began to livestream to YouTube.
Anomoly: I’m not sure who was behind the abduction of the two most precious women in my life. I don’t know who you are, nor what you want. If it’s a ransom you want, I will probably not be able to pay it up. I'm broke as fuck, yo.
Anomoly takes off his mask, revealing a photo of Bo Dallas stapled to his face.
Anomoly: You don’t know who I am, but I’ll have you know I have a broad set of skills, nothing in particular but enough to help me, but broad enough to do the job. I have skills that have been acquired over various careers over the course of my lifetime. Let my wife and daughter go, and no harm shall be done. But if you don’t, I will hunt you across the darkest corners of this Earth, I will find you… and I will Ragnorak each and every one of you. I will crumble each bone in your body, turning them to dust at my fingertips. And then, I'll unveal the mastermind behind all of this bullshit... and I will kill you.
The scene fades to black as Anomoly rips off the Bo Dallas face, revealing another mask with eye holes cut out, as he stares intently into the camera, shaking with rage.
..:: END SCENE ::..
