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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 21, 2007 12:55:57 GMT -5
*Ever since Baron Haussmann had moved the highway to make way for the Opera, the Bates Motel had been losing business. In fact, hardly anyone ever stopped anymore, but Norman kept up the formalities. Changed the sheets, washed the bathrooms, kept a neat ledger.
He stands now at the counter, looking at the row of keys.*
Ten rooms, ten vacancies, *he mutters.*
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Mar 21, 2007 14:16:57 GMT -5
*Maria had been out on monster hunting and had even successfully killed an evil talking doll. But now it was late and she was lost. She seemed to have somehow wandered out of Paris and on to a highway, luckily she saw a hotel up a head.*
I could use some sleep and a shower to get this Chucky goo off of me.
*Maria walked into the room where a man, probably the motel owner, stood behind a desk.*
"Hello sir, could I get a room for the night?"
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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 21, 2007 15:02:14 GMT -5
*Norman smiled shyly and munched on a piece of candy.*
"Sure. Don't get many people stopping here; you must have gotten turned off the main road. But we keep things running. Force of habit, you know." *Realizing he was babbling, he let her sign her name and handed her a key. Room number 1.*
"Can I get your bags?" *he asked.*
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Post by Faith on Mar 21, 2007 15:07:51 GMT -5
((Hey! Don't steal my business!))
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Mar 22, 2007 12:56:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, I got lost a bit."
*Maria signed her name and stared at her black bag that was filled with weapons and pieces of dolls before looking back up to the motel owner.*
"No thanks, I can carry it myself. It isn't heavy."
*Maria smiled and waited for the man to show her her room.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 22, 2007 18:04:57 GMT -5
*Norman couldn't hide his skepticism while looking at her one bag. He knew what that meant; she wasn't traveling at all. Probably some kind of... lady of the night. Mother had warned him about these types. But his professional mask slipped back on, and he held the door for her.*
"Right here, Miss. Um... Number 1. So if you need anything, you don't have far to go." *He paused, looked at his feet for a moment, then back up.* "You don't need anything, do you?" *he asked, hating the wistfulness that crept into his tone.*
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Mar 23, 2007 9:38:50 GMT -5
*Maria turned to the motel owner and thought for a moment.*
"Well, do you have towels I could use? Because I am dying to take a shower."
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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 24, 2007 20:31:58 GMT -5
*Norman froze in place.* "A sh-sh-shower?" *he stuttered.* "We don't have a shower here. Nope, we..." *He trailed off as he realized that the shower was clearly visible through the open bathroom door.* "Um... towels are in the cupboard below the sink," *he said with as much calm as he could muster, and made a hasty exit.
Back in his office, he hesitated before the picture that hid the tiny hole in the wall.*
"No... I mustn't!" *he muttered.*
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Mar 25, 2007 9:43:21 GMT -5
*Maria frowned and closed the door after Norman had left.*
"Right."
*Maria turned around and threw her bag on the bed, before walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. The place looked clean and roach free and it almost seemed that the shower was calling to her. She took of her jacket and walked back to the other room, where she began to undress herself. She folded her clothes on the bed and then walked back into the bathroom, slightly shivering because of the cold tiles she was standing on. She turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, whilst softly singing in her birth language.*
"Ik doe de deur dicht Straten lijken te huilen Wolken lijken te vluchten Ik stap de bus in Mensen lijken te kijken Maar ik wil ze ontwijken Voordat ze mij zien"
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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 26, 2007 17:17:22 GMT -5
*The woman stepped out of her clothing without shame. It was not the same state in which Norman watched her. The shower accompanied her lilting voice, in words Norman couldn't understand. But it did strange things to him...
..Next he knew, he was staring down at her, knife raised. He dropped it instantly and grabbed her, wanting to see if she was harmed.*
"No, not again, not this, no..." *he muttered constatly, the water sluicing off both of them as he tried to get a grip on himself.*
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Mar 28, 2007 12:04:34 GMT -5
*Maria was startled when she heard a sudden noise and turned around, only to face Norman, who was holding a knife. You'd think that a monster hunter had super fast reflexes and was used to this shit, but in fact Maria was totally surprised, so she screamed. He dropped the knife and grabbed a hold of her, mumbling something she did not quit hear. Then she came to her senses and pushed Norman away form her, thus enabling her to run to the other room where she picked up a dueling pistol and pointed it at Norman.*
"You stay the hell away from me!"
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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 28, 2007 12:19:33 GMT -5
*Norman stared at the gun, slowly shaking his head as his mumbling got louder.* "No, it wasn't me, I didn't mean it, it couldn't be me... They said I was better!" *he almost shouted. He wrapped his arms around his chest and nodded sharply at Maria.* "Y-you'd better use that, if you're going to."
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Post by Rachel on Mar 28, 2007 12:22:37 GMT -5
((...I feel bad...*pats the psycho*))
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Post by Maria van Helsing on Apr 1, 2007 7:20:37 GMT -5
*Maria stared at the obvious crazy man and without any hesitation pulled the trigger. But nothing happened.*
Crap, the gunpowder must have gotten wet.
*Seeing as she was standing in a room, pretty much naked, with a possible crazy psychopath she did the only other thing she could imagine doing with a gun. She threw it at him.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Apr 2, 2007 16:24:20 GMT -5
*Norman flinched as the gun went off, and waited for the pain. Would there be numbness, after? He hoped so--just a brief reprieve of feeling nothing before he died, and suffered the torments which surely awaited him. There it was, the pain, flaring in his head, and then... it just hurt.
He touched his forehead and looked at his hand. No blood. No wound. She hadn't shot him; she'd hit him with the gun.*
"I'm sorry," *he said helplessly.* "I didn't mean to do it... Why did you make me?" *He pleaded.
And then, just as suddenly as he'd entered, he fled.*
((Unless Maria wants to do/say anything else?))
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