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Rin	Dec 30 2008, 01:59 AM
TOTALLY A MAN Posts: 2,148 Group: Veteran Member #111 Joined: June 10, 2005	Chapter 2 – New Year’s Day: Leftovers A soft rustling was the only indication that there was life in the trash heap that was room 3512. The cleaning lady stood frozen at the doorway, vacuum towed behind her, chicken bones, fries, half-eaten loaves of bread and bowls towered before her. Ok, to be fair it was more like a mound that was stacked relatively close to the three trolleys left by room service the night before, but it was a really big mound. The elevator ping and a loud luggage-moving sound caused a disturbed snore-grunt, and slowly Sentenal woke, stretching as he peeled himself off the once soft and dry-cleaned sofa. One second – two – then he noticed the cleaning lady still looking horrified at the mess. “EEEEE!!! I mean AAAAAHH!” Sentenal screamed. Immediately, the other four were awake, PR literally jumping off the cushion he slept on the floor with. “WATOH!” he screamed dramatically. Leaping over the sofa like a gazelle, he flew to the doorway and began punching the airspace just in front of the poor cleaning lady. “ATATATATATATATATA!!!” “Fucking calm down, PR!” Feez barked authoritatively. PR took a moment to fully awaken, straightened himself, and bowed, mumbling an apology before casually returning to the living room. PZ yawned and began a search for his Dante book. “Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he tossed over his shoulder at the cleaning lady. “New Year’s celebrations y’know, heh.” “Hey uh, you don’t mind giving us like 20 minutes before you start cleaning? Gotta shower and stuff,” PR said, pointing at the dried and crusted barbeque sauce smile he had just discovered on his cheeks. The lady nodded and backed out slowly. Twenty minutes later, the five had just left the room and the cleaning lady had returned from waiting downstairs, stepping out of the elevator. This time, however, she had come prepared, leading a small cleaning lady battalion behind her. The squad marched into room 3512 and slammed the door shut behind them, booting the men from their room. In the elevator, Sentenal chuckled to himself as he hit the button for floor number 8, the hotel’s leisure floor. “I have the best goal for the new year, guys,” he said when the others looked at him as they passed floor 33. No one said a thing, so, “Mine was to read five plays.” “Hey that’s the one I wrote down,” PZ said almost proudly. “Yeah, we could’ve guessed that. You’re the only one who’d think about homework during the holidays,” Phil said, shaking his head disappointingly. “I’ll be done in like a week,” Sentenal declared in utter confidence in himself. “Well my goal is not to punch Laharl,” PR sighed sadly. A chorus of sympathetic ooo’s and “sorry, man”’s filled the elevator at level 21. “Whoever wrote that is the Devil himself,” PR said. Phil whistled a tune. The elevator stopped at level 20 just as PZ was about to share his pick at the lucky draw. Meg, aka DSie, and Holly stepped in, exchanging mildly surprised greetings with the guys. “Hi, happy new year!” Holly said cheerfully. She had arrived with her family a week earlier than everyone else who began checking in on the 28th. “Hey, you too. Say, do you two have any New Year’s goals or resolutions?” PZ asked. DSie and Holly looked at each other. “No…I guess we didn’t really think about it last night,” DSie answered innocently. Suddenly, a very very bright, possibly ego induced, idea came to Sentenal and he was so very very excited that he slapped his open palm onto the elevator wall. “I have an idea.” There was a monotonous, dragging of groans. Whether from the shudder of the elevator or Sentenal’s idea, I’ll leave to you. “I saved those leftover papers from last night in the fridge before we left. You girls should get your resolutions from there as well.” DSie and Holly looked at each other again. “What are you talking about?” The elevator stopped at level 15 and Lucas appeared on the other side of the doors, greeting them absent mindedly. “Oh sorry, Lucas,” Feez said, reaching for the button to close the doors again. “The elevator says 250lbs max.” Seven floors later on level 8, Holly and DSie had been enlightened on the New Year’s resolution lucky dip and were seriously considering trying it out. “I think most of them are reasonable,” Sentenal said, sniggering a little to himself knowingly. “But some of the ones I read when I thought we wouldn’t touch them again were pretty uhh…well you’ll see.” Microphone feedback stifled any curious inquiries or worried protests – an announcement was being made. “Ok guys, the first round of the Smash tournaments is about to begin. Hurry up and get ready,” Lucas said through the speakers. “What?” Phil half-screamed. “How is that possible? How did he get down before us?” There was no time for explanations, however, as FEFF members trickled towards the various battle stations like pregnant moths to a neon light. I’m not calling you all obese, or literally pregnant, by the way. Just saying you were kinda waddling over there. Slowly. Something like that. Sentenal made to join them, following Phil, DSie and Holly. He turned to see Feez, PZ and PR heading in a different direction. “Hey, are you guys coming?” “No, gonna do something else. That tournament will be boring anyway,” Feez explained as the three walked off. Minutes later, the first round was over with, and DSie and Holly had both failed epically. So they headed to the back of the room where a rather long table was stacked high with all kinds of finger-foods on too-fancy platters and towers. Reaver was already there munching on a pear as he watched the tournament from afar. “Well done,” Reaver said smugly as the two approached. Holly glared back at him. “At least we tried.” Reaver nodded to that and returned to his pear. “Have you heard about Sentenal’s bowl?” Holly asked suddenly and completely innocently. “Not…as such, no,” Reaver replied, somewhat curious. “Maybe you should come with us later to check it out,” DSie offered, taking a salami and cheese kebab. “Yes, that he should,” Sentenal agreed, slipping in to the conversation. “We have plenty of resolutions to go around.” Reaver was very intrigued by this point. “Resolutions?” “Yes. We’ve put in a bunch of New Year’s goals and resolutions into this bowl and picked some out to be ours for the year,” Sentenal replied, pointing in the direction of PR, PZ and Feez at the public computers on the other side of the room. “We’ve actually said we’d finish them in 6 weeks time, but whatever.” Humming to himself, Reaver considered this. “Well that would be interesting, but I already have a goal.” “No you don’t,” Sentenal replied flatly. “I’ll see you later this afternoon then.” With that, Sentenal left. “What was your goal gonna be, Reaver?” DSie asked. “Oh don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter now that I’m getting a new one.” Reaver shrugged and tossed his pear core into a nearby bin. “You can have more than one,” Holly replied, raising an eyebrow. “Yes but…never mind.” Reaver suddenly looked out into space, stars in his eyes and a faint smile on his lips. Holly and DSie looked at each other again. “Is…he alright?” Holly asked the other. “I don’t know…,” DSie whispered back. “Just…leave him alone I guess.” Edited by Rin, Dec 30 2008, 02:14 AM.
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