02-03-2003, 03:54 PM
Quote:Our hero, Andrew wakes up in a motel, some seedy roadside motel. He went there for a meeting, but now he wakes up in a pool of blood. He wakes up groggy & seeing the blood, he drops the knife from his hand & quickly checks for holes in himself, ::phew:: none.andrew sits back on the bed. Running his fingers through his tousled hair he tries to piece together the jumbled images from the night.
Thunder breaks in the distance & a lonely dog howls in the rain. Andrew stumbles to his feet. The beds are still neatly made, but there was a bottle thrown against the door. Two glasses sit out on the table.
suddenly he notices that the shower in the adjoining bathroom is running. grabbing the lamp from the bedside table as a make shift weapon he heads to the bathroom. the door is ajar and he can see in the partially fogged mirror a figure in the shower. he kicks the door open the rest of the way and charges in. andrew lifts the lamp overhead and rips back the shower curtain....
Edited By Arpikarhu on 1044287725
I love him. He's like those happy old people who become known for sitting by the side of a busy street and waving to passing cars. People drive by regularly and beep just to see him and get him to wave to them.
That's just like our Arpi... except he doesn't wave or anything. He just says mean things to you.
Nominated for," 2005 poster of the year", by 4 out of 6 mods!
That's just like our Arpi... except he doesn't wave or anything. He just says mean things to you.
GonzoStyle Wrote:I pledge my undying love for Arpi, any retraction of this undying love is to be ignored.
Nominated for," 2005 poster of the year", by 4 out of 6 mods!