| More Questions Than Answers; Black Out Role Play Showdown 73 | |
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| TheBlackOut | Mar 5 2011, 04:50 AM Post #1 |
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12:58 AM As I wash my hands at the bus station's restroom, the lights start to flicker slightly. I could not quite understand what was happening to me, as the clock strikes one in the morning, and the bus station is all but basically dead. Suddenly I hear this voice in the distance and as I turn around I there is no one there. But it echoes loudly, something like, 391 having what I needed. My body suddenly starts to shake and the room starts to spin in circles at a speed that my stomach cannot handle. That was the last thing I remember for awhile. 4:13 AM My body is cold, chill bumps are starting to form on my arms as a darkness of vision suddenly is brought to life with the florescent lighting inside the bus station's restroom. I look around, and the place is still empty. I look down at my watch and notice a few hours had passed by. I am not sure what happen, but I can only guess that I had another black out, which has become a normal thing for me lately. I look at my hand and notice skin missing from my knuckles and dried blood on the back of my fingers. My whole hand is swollen and starting to bruise badly, but nothing in here shows a sign of being used as a punching bag. I pick myself up off the floor slowly, using the other hand and grab the hood on my fleece and throw it over my head. I start for the door, but I can hear talking. I reach into my pockets and pull out my sun glasses and slide them on my face. I put both hands into my pockets on my fleece and duck my head down and walk out the door. Standing about twenty feet from the door are ten uniformed police officers. I notice a guy on the ground, blood dried up behind his head, and his face is a mess. I walk down the side of the wall, trying to avoid any attention. I come to the corner and turn as I sigh with relief. I made it without being noticed. My walk is now slower, as I notice in front of me are lockers. But behind me, I hear footsteps, and not just any footsteps. I can hear the black shoes of a cop creeping up behind me. I pick up my speed but not too much. It would make me look guilty for sure. I pull a hand out of my fleece pocket and feel around at my pockets on my pants. A set of keys are there, as I fish in the pocket and pull them. What was that number again? 321? No, oh yeah, 391! I reach the lockers and quickly find 391. I take a deep breath and say a prayer hoping these keys unlock it. As I insert it into the lock, a hand comes on my shoulder. I turn the key and open the locker slightly. "HEY! SIR! What is your name?" Damn, I should have known this was too easy. What do I tell him? I have no clue what my name is. "HEY, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I ASKED YOU?" Okay, here goes nothing! "No Habla Inglés, señor!" Knowing how things have been going lately, this guy probably knows more Spanish than me! "My apologizes!" He pats me on the back and shoulder as he says it. And he just walks away from to leave me to whatever it was I was originally doing. Maybe I am getting lucky, maybe this locker will hold something that will help me to remember. Sometimes people want to forget, but I can honestly say that it is not that much of a great thing. I swing open the door on the locker and all that is inside is a note that reads: Black Out, Listen to this! There is no name, and it is not even handwritten. What a load of crap! But at least there is a small memo recorder inside the locker. I guess it is worth a shot? So let's hit play! "Greetings Sir, my name is not important to you what is important is the information I have for you. At the ticket window, there is a ticket waiting for you to come to Las Vegas. If you would go near an airport, it would be a plane ticket. Once you get here, a car will pick you up and take you to the Goodfella Casino and Hotel. There, you have a room for 4 days and a limitless tab on room service. Here is the catch, you do not fully understand who you are or what you are, but what I do know is that you were once a wrestler in Japan. So I have gotten you some work with sVo. You will be paid, and you might find a few people who might hold some answers you are seeking. Trust no one, and know everyone would lie to make sure their spot is safe from you. Good luck kid, this is where our paths go in completely different directions." The message just stops there. If I was in Japan, I should know some Japanese, right? Honestly, I can barely say and spell sushi. I close the locker and head towards the ticket window about thirty feet down the hall from me. As I get there, a plus size black lady is sitting there looking like she is asleep. "Excuse me ma'am!" I tap the glass lightly, I see no need in scaring her awake. The cops down the hall just wants a reason to harass me. "EXCUSE ME!" Okay I got louder, even turning the tap into a knock. Her heads comes up with great speed, as she looks at me and her look of being pissed off changes to unsure. She slowly turns on the microphone in the window, getting her computer ready. "Yeah. Hmm, how can I help you sir?" "I was told I had a ticket to Las Vegas waiting here!" She leans back, just looking at me. She reaches under the keyboard and grabs something. She slides it under the window and quickly pulls her hand away. "What is wrong?" I am puzzled at the way she is acting. I am not some serial murderer or rapist, so what is so bad? "He just told me to give a guy this, that only the guy he wanted would know it was up here. And he told me that I was to keep quiet on who it was and what he even looked like. So please, take the ticket and just go away. I have a son about to enter college and I need the money to pay for it!" So wait, I am confused again. Was it the same man on the recording or is there another guy involved? I want answers, but do I really want to risk her son's education? Honestly, her son will end up either some corporate white collar criminal, a guy overlooked for promotions as others who do not deserve it gets promoted, or he will piss the education away and end up in jail before he is twenty-five. I grab the ticket and stand there. Debating on demanding answers or just letting those questions go unanswered for awhile longer. Damn, I almost forgot the cops were down the hall, and me screaming at her will get their attention and the one officer would know I am lying when I told him I did not speak English. "Do not worry, I won't ask any questions. Have yourself a great morning and when you get home, do not let this be a nightmare!" I knew that would send her brain into overload. But hey, I am going to Las Vegas again, maybe I can get lucky playing Craps! All I know is, someone is never going to have a lapse in memory when it comes to fighting me. It will haunt them even when they are awake for the rest of their life! VEGAS HERE WE COME! |
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