<span class="bbc_u"><strong>HOTEL ROOM</strong></span><br/>The pair didn't seem to be effected by the delirium, though the skinny man's eyes did widen slightly at the sight of Tears transformation.  He glanced back and forth between her and Lacey, as if trying to confirm that they were indeed different.<br/><br/>Cheryl rushed forward past the skinny man, who didn't seem to view her as a threat, and threw a punch at the large man.  Her blow struck him in the stomach, but her fist stopped as if she had punched a stone wall.  She was fairly certain that she'd done more damage to her fingers than to him.  The man let out a bellowing laugh, then returned the favour by slamming his iron-like fist into her chin.<br/><br/>The skinny man moved with inhuman speed as he fired one shot at Tears, and one shot at Lacey.  He aimed well, his shot at Tears catching her in the shoulder, and his shot at Lacey in the upper leg.  The scent of gunsmoke began to fill the room as the battle began.  He let out a cackling laugh as the bullets struck, smiling his lopsided grin at Lacey, then sticking out his tongue and blowing air and spittle at Tears.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">2 Successes vs Cheryl to hit, Soak 5 Bashing<br/>3 Successes vs Tears to hit, Soak 3 Lethal<br/>4 Successes vs Lacey to hit, Soak 4 Lethal if Dodge fails. </div></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>LOBBY</strong></span><br/>The body was indeed that of Richard's, at least, what was left of Richard.  It looked like someone had ripped out his throat and eaten at least some of his flesh.  An EMT muttered something about 'fucking tourists' under his breath, but didn't move to interfere as Kyle returned to the lobby.<br/><br/>As Kyle reached the lobby, he spotted the single most attractive woman he had ever laid his eyes on.  She was about five and a half feet in height, with natural red hair, and a perfect body shown off by a tight black dress.  He didn't know who she was, but he did know that he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.<br/><br/>She had her face pressed into her hands as she let out a wailing cry.<strong>"Was that Richard?!"</strong>She wailed.<strong>"Please tell me it wasn't!"</strong>She stumbled forward to grip Kyle's shirt, a jolt of arousal running through his body at her touch despite the tears streaming down her face.<strong>"What happened to him?!  Please, please tell me it wasn't him!  We were supposed to go on a date tonight!"</strong>She locked ice-blue eyes on Kyle's pleading with him to lie to her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I try to resist writing a character's reactions, sorry for that, but there is a mechanical reason for it in this case.</div></div>