Downfall RPG

Loren and Tony, finally getting the opportunity to play catch-up

Loren and Aiden meeting each other... wish them luck

Loren and Taylor hanging out at the memory wall in the lobby

For Loren having a nightmare and Landon offering comfort.

Who: Loren and Corey
Where: The kitchen
When: Late morning

( Loren reached out for them, glancing over his shoulder to be sure no one was coming. )

Who: Loren and Joyce
When: Evening, Day 10 (31st)
Where: Stairs, then Joyce's room

( Joyce paused at the bottom of the stairs and softly said his name. )

Who: Loren and Landon
When: 10:00am
Where: Loren's old room, then Landon's/Loren's room

( Just... hard to sleep with them monsters screamin' outside all night. )

Who: Dhaval and OPEN
When: Early afternoon
Where: The fitness center

Dhaval wheeled straight to the hand weights, bracing himself with his good hand and hopping onto the bench, supporting himself on his feet for a split second. He landed a little hard, but at least the bench was low enough that he didn't need to call Tayne or some other helpful soul to hoist him out of his chair. For weightlifting purposes, he could just stay in the chair, but even braked it was slightly wobbly and precarious, and he preferred not to.

He spared a moment to glare at his broken finger. He was basically down to one reliably functioning limb at this point, and feeling even more helpless than usual wasn't any more comfortable than the snapped bone. He almost felt silly for coming, but if he had to rely on his weaker left arm, he wanted it to be in the best possible shape. As soon as his finger stopped twinging so nastily, he could probably get himself into bed, at least. As it was, it had taken five minutes just to get his hair tied back, and he could hardly ask for help with that.

At least he didn't have to change up his routine much, just cut it in half. Upper body and core strength training had been a big part of his life since the accident, and he knew what to do without having to dwell on it much, letting his mind quietly wander back to the problematic story he was laboriously writing left-handed on a found legal pad.

Who: Loren and Landon
When: 10am
Where: Landon's room

( Landon... there's children an' shit in the 'otel. )

Who: Loren & Landon
When: 7:00pm and onward
Where: Pool and then Landon's room

( Oh, wait a minute... you've got your floaty just in case you start drownin', yeah? )

Who: Loren and Josh
When: 2:00pm and onward
Where: Billiards room

( This game is rigged. )

Who: Loren and Paige
When: 2pm and onward
Where: Lobby and then the bar

As Loren took the last step leading downward to the ground floor, he heaved a sigh and threw his hands up into the air, as dramatic as he could be in hopes that this would drive his point home. "Okay, love, really... this 'as been loads of fun an' all, but can we please not do this anymore today? The one load is killin' me arms." The whine was said in relatively light humor, given that they had been getting on fairly well since they'd started working on this project. The aim had been to get enough bricks to the rooftop to start building a fire pit for cooking, but after just one journey to the top of the hotel, things weren't looking so hot. Loren had just about had his fill of exercise for a lifetime, and if Paige insisted on carrying more...? Well, then... he'd just go off and take a nap or something.

Anything other than what they had been doing would be better.

"Look, I'll even buy you a drink. Just please don't make me go back up there again tonight." He gave her his best pouting face, a true procrastinator at heart despite it all. Why do it themselves when there were other, bigger people lounging around that would eventually have to find something useful to do? "Don't we 'ave a furry critter runnin' around 'ere what can take care of it?" he asked, glancing around as though expecting to see this 'furry critter' he'd been speaking of. She wasn't anywhere in sight, though, and he grinned. "C'mon, then. Let's go an' raid the drinks."

Who: Tayne and Loren
Where: The halls of the hotel, second floor
When: 2AM

Tayne was pretty sure he was dreaming. Why else would he be pacing the halls, on all fours, sniffing at every door, making satisfied rumblings now and then at a particular scent? Why else would his brain feel so fuzzy and surreal? Why else would the darkness look like day? Why else would he have a tail?

Of course, he wasn't thinking that he was dreaming. It was just a kind of low-level understanding that made everything make sense so he could go about his four-footed business, patrolling his new territory and making sure all was well.

( For the winning over of terrified not-boys. )

WHO: Landon and Loren
WHAT:God knows
WHEN: 8PM, day 5
WHERE: Hotel

( Landon stared at Loren as the blonde began to cry, his blue eyes luminescent with tears. )

Who: Megan and Loren
When: Early Evening
Where: Hotel bar

Megan ran her fingers over the glass bottles in front of her, her back to the open doorway. Ever since exploring the kitchen, she'd become eager to check out other parts of the hotel, while they were still safe and accessible at least. She'd visted the laundry room, the pool, the exercise room, but none had proven as interesting as the bar. The glass bottles each had their own unique feel and sound, and even the labels were proving very interesting, as she was discovering that she could feel the letters printed on each one. If she'd known what the letters were, she probably could've read them as easily as she read braille. She made a mental note to work on that at some point. Still, she could actually smell the alcohol through the glass or at least escaping from under the caps. Picking up one particularly oddly-shaped bottle, she gave it a whiff. Tequila, she thought with a smile. A person could easily drink themselves to an early grave in a place like this. Or at least drink enough to forget that the world was ending all around them and they were the only ones left.

Who: Minuette Kirsch, Loren Keller, Tony Reid and Davhal Singh
Where: West of The Hotel, Then The Hotel
When: Day 5: August 26th / 2015 - Early Afternoon

( A limited supply of women left, mate, an' we find the one who can't speak any English? That's fantastic.... )

Who: Loren & Tony
When: Day Two
Where: The Ruins of Detroit

Loren threw all of his weight downward against the pavement, the pain in his left arm unimportant as he thrashed and fought against the iron-like grip around his wrist. Teeth clenched and eyes wide, he hissed and fought, his tiny frame like the beating wings of a butterfly against the foot of a giant. The man holding his wrist was huge, massively deformed and though he still retained some of his human mind, he was definitely a far cry from being normal. Long tusks stretched out from under his hips, twisted and cracked as they headed back upward into the sky. The hulking figure continued to move, dragging what was his behind him as though there had been no need to ask for permission.

"You great prat!" Loren managed, his insult hampered by his hesitance to speak at all. He'd just witnessed possibly the most disgusting slaughter he could have ever witnessed, the group he'd been with until now smeared along the floor like they had been nothing more than insect guts. His throat and head were sore after the explosion of sound that had ripped out of him, and as he struggled he coughed, the simple phrase he'd let out bringing up blood with it. He could hardly think straight right now, could hardly see what was happening. Being dragged, twisting and fighting, shocked and half-crying, Loren was a mess - and at best, completely helpless.

The thing dragging him off grunted from the depths of his chest, turning to look down at the woman it thought it was dragging. It smelled like a woman, sounded like a woman, looked like a woman. There was no more confirmation needed. The creature was acting only on instinct, not willing to listen to reason. "Quiet," he said, and yanked the smaller man hard to continue dragging him.

Loren wished badly that he could trust his voice long enough to call for help, to scream... to do anything. As it was, he was stuck here, and it wasn't looking good.

( Mad Max, you can kiss my arse... )