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Post by Jane Morgan on May 19, 2012 2:35:01 GMT
Jane shrugged. "Well, at any rate I'll have to walk this to my hotel." She told him, taking off her helmet.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 19, 2012 2:44:03 GMT
"You sure you don't need a lift to your hotel? Its a pretty long walk from here to the city."
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 19, 2012 2:56:48 GMT
Jane bit her lip. "Can't exactly leave my bike here, though." She pointed out.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 19, 2012 3:15:08 GMT
"Yeah, good point, but its your choice."
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 19, 2012 8:40:21 GMT
She sighed. "I'll have to walk it." She stopped, taking out her phone to check a map. Seven kilometres to the city.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 20, 2012 1:55:35 GMT
"Alright, if your sure." Torema stepped onto his bike, putting on his helmet. He drove off toward London. After arriving into the city, he recieved a call. He pulled out his cell phone, answering it. "Hello?" "I've noticed that I forgot to tell you the name of the hotel that has your arrangements. Head to the Hotel Westbrook, the manager's the one in the dark green sports coat." "Westbrook, got it." Torema hung up, looking around only to see he was already at the hotel. "Oh, already here." Torema stepped off of his bike, removing his helmet and holding it under his arm. He walked into the lobby, seeing a lobby that looks as if the manager was expecting some celebrity. He walked towards the front desk, tapped the shoulder of the man behind the counter. "Can I help you?" "I have a room here." "I don't remember seeing you in here before today." Torema leaned forward, saying in a hushed tone "Archimedes sent me." "You're who he picked? I expected a man of refinement, not some greasy-haired biker." "Yeah, well life surprises you. Can I just have my room key?" "Of course." the manager took a silver key with green accents on the sides out of a drawer in the desk and handed it to Torema. "Take the elevator, and press the button marked 'J'. That floor can only be accessed with that key." "Got it." Torema walked over to the elevator, pressing the button. a panel opened, revealing a green keyhole. Torema used the key the manager gave him, causing the elevator to descend. Troema began to wonder whether or not he should have asked for a normal room.
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 20, 2012 4:20:13 GMT
Fourty or so minutes later Jane appeared at the entrance, giving her bike to be parked. She walked in and got her key, looking forward to washing up.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 20, 2012 4:31:38 GMT
Torema, after inspecting the room Archimedes had the manager set up, took the elevator back up, wanting to see what London had to offer. When he arrived, he saw, to his surprise, the woman from before at the front desk. "What's she doing here?" Torema sat in a nearby chair, picking up a newspaper and kept it at his face to keep her from seeing him and thinking he's been following her.
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 20, 2012 4:38:44 GMT
Jane much preferred stairs, but she was tired, so she reluctantly got into the elevator.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 20, 2012 4:45:30 GMT
Torema put down the newspaper, thinking Whew! That was a close one. He put his hands into his pockets, noticing that his key was missing. Oh, no, I must've left it in the elevator! Behind him, he heard the elevator doors close. Which just left...
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 20, 2012 5:11:52 GMT
And wow, some random, omnipotent person overseering the whole affair liked to make things awkward.
Jane dropped her key and crouched down, picking up the first key she found in her half-asleep state. She straightened up and pocketed it.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 20, 2012 5:27:47 GMT
Torema walked toward the front desk, keeping a brisk pace. When he arrived, he said "We got a problem, I lost the key in the elevator, and someone just walked in there." "You LOST the key?! They'll most likely see the button leading to your room, and they'll soon know about the Psycho-Riders, the Creator, probably even your second identity!" "I really hope she doesn't see the button." "She? You saw her?" "Yeah, a blonde woman, who now that I think about it is pretty hot." "My best guess is that woman is the same one who just recieved her room key. Her name is Jane Morgan, she's a photographer. Odds are she'll make all this into an article in some magazine!" "Then we need to find her, are there any other ways into the room?" "The stairs lead right down there, use my passkey." The manager handed Torema a keycard, which Torema quickly took and ran towards the stairs. He ran down at a suprisingly fast rate. He arrived at the door and tried to unlock it, in too much of a rush to get it open instantly. Eventually he got it open.
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 20, 2012 5:29:40 GMT
The manager had to be given some credit.
Jane slotted in her key to get the elevator moving, but she noticed an extra, out of place button and poked it.
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Post by Torema "Trey" Isaka on May 20, 2012 5:37:32 GMT
Torema, still trying to get the door open, said "Stupid key! Gonna have to do this the old fashioned way!" Torema then kicked the door, resulting in him grabbing his foot and yelling in pain. He kept trying to open the door with the key, for behind it contained a room that held knowledge of the Creator, the Psycho-Riders, and of the Champion of the Creator, a warrior called by the Creator and his envoys as J. He knew that if Ms. Morgan was given the chance to read the books within that room, the knowledge would put her life in danger.
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Post by Jane Morgan on May 20, 2012 5:52:04 GMT
Jane got in and looked around, a bit nervous now that she knew it was a room. She wandered a little, checking it out.
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