Episode SEVEN SUMMARY - Men are bad, forever.
Grayson, in the quise of a streetwalker, arrives at a motel, apparently
to
meet up wit Mr. Louder.
Hillary reappears at the Willingtons where Judy is her best friend from
long ago and Judy's son is her Godchild. Hillary got there the night of
the
explosion at Adam's house, when Monique and Adam appeared out of the dark
searching for Steph and borrowed her car. Hillary then traveled with Judy
to her home and stayed just the night.
Adam and Monique have literally gone underground in their search for
Steph. Adam has slightly hurt his leg.
Lt. Soto continues his interrogation of Linda and Eric, getting more data
than he is giving away.
"Aunt Hillary! I have been waiting for *SO* long for your visit!"
said Jason, Hillary's God-son.
"Hillary, it's really nice for you to come", says Robin, Jason's
father, as he closes the door. "Judy's inside."
It has been quite a while now, Hillary thought, since she has last
visited the Willingtons. Judy was her best friend at school. Looking the
19 year old Jason, Hillary can't help but to remember David, and her
daughter, Amanda. Now that Palmer Woodward is dead, she can try to
convence Amanda to come back, may be?
Sometimes Hillary become jealous about the Willingtons, to have
such an honest, and clever son. He's only 24, but has already completed
college and is now a fully certified accountant, working in the
Willingtons' multi-million company.
"I wish I could have Jason as a child" Hillary thought. But she
quickly discarded her thought. "Silly me. It must be all those things
happened lately - the wedding, the shootings..."
All she wanted to do now is to meet Judy, and have a nice time.
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 07
Men are bad, forever.
[Motel/Hotel Unknown]
The dress of a street walker, but obviously not one to the trained
eye. Her hair professionally set atop her head, away from her ears where
diamond earrings hanged. Bracelets, large and thick and expensive, tightly
gripped each wrist. Her necklace, grape cluster shaped, ran from the nape
to a tempting point above her breasts. This was a woman more than a common
prostitute, even if her open knee high suede boots said otherwise.
The untrained eyes did not approach her. They looked at her,
stared at her, even leered at her, but when they met her eyes, desire
starting to move their feet toward hers, they blinked, stopped, back
off, as if something in her eyes struck them.
Even the experienced street whores, experience that made them
look ten years older than what they actually were, when they saw this
possible interloper to their territory, did not approach to warn her
off in their brutal ways. Instead, they looked elsewhere, lowering their
eyes to the pavement. Their pimps suddenly scanned the area, looking
around her for the enforcer that must be near. All the while while this
woman strutted one, promising death with a look in her eyes to anyone who
challenged her.
Grayson stopped at a street corner, her weight lightly balanced on
her toes as if ready to go at the first possible indication that it was
all right to cross, her head turned to scan the road way. But she did not
cross. Instead, she turned gracefully and tightly, heading for the open
door
way of the club on the corner behind her, entering without giving the bouncer
at the door a glance, entering without being challenged at all. To the large
man, this woman's reputation proceeded her.
She approaches the lift, and as she does that people around
retreat as though she's a poisoness snake. All is silent.
"Room 204. Where is it?" She asked.
"Uh... M'am, first floor, on the right corridor. I think Mr.
Louder is waiting for you." answered the manager nervously. "But
I'm not
sure if he's forgotten, since there's no answer from within the room at
dinner time."
"Thank you. I'll make sure Mr. Louder does not forget."
[Police Station]
Eric, looking serious, ased Lt. Soto: "Do you think this incident
is connected with the shooting yesterday?"
"I'm not prepared to speculate at this moment on such matters."
He
tapped his palms together infront of his face, briefly breathing into them.
"But," dropping his hands, "if you cannot tell me where they
are, then perhaps
you can tell me where you were last night, from the time you left the church
till I called you in this morning?"
"Lieutenant, you don't think we had anything to do with the
explosion, the shooting, do you?" Linda excalimed, innocense in her
face.
"At this time, I don't know."
"But why would I want to hurt Cally?"
"First of all, we are unsure if Cally was the intended target.
Secondly, she wasn't hurt badly and should be released today. Hillary should
habe told you that."
"But I haven't seen her from the time she left the wedding. She
didn't come home last night. I was there from the time the police let me
leave the church."
"Can that be verified?"
"Why are you asking me all this?"
Lt. Soto smiled.
[The Willingtons' front door]
"Are you sure you don't want to travel in our car, Hillary?" asked
Judy Willington. "Your taxi won't arrive for another 5 minutes."
"Thanks so much that you can still come to the fund raising dinner
with us," says Robin, "we have so much to tell you about."
"That's okay, Robin, I'll take a taxi to pick up my car first."
said Hillary. "By the way where's Jason?"
"He's gone out with his friends," says Judy before closing the
doors of their car. "see you there soon!"
Seeing their car's departure gave Hillary a sense of relief -
everything seems to be happening so rapidly in the past two days. She
still remembers seeing the explosion near Monique's house, and then
suddenly her best friend pops up, in the middle of the street.
After she stopped her car in the middle of the road the night of
the explosion, Judy's car was stopped by chance and the pair of friends
are stunned by this situation. With Hillary chasing her career so busily
they haven't seen each other for nearly 2 years. Judy laughs and was
talking about probabilities of things while Monique and Adam came up and
asks her if she has seen Stephanie. Hillary replied no, but before she
could ask a question Monique has already spoken, apparently in a hurry:
"Hillary can I please borrow your car?" Monique said, "Please?
You
can come and pick it up from our house later. Or you can wait there for
us
- this is an emergency." Adam and her then poped into her car and drove
down the other direction of the street.
"Well," Judy said, "no matter what that was, I think we have
a lot
of catching up to do."
So Hillary went to the Willingtons' house and stayed there
overnight. The next day they were resting at home taking about the old
days and the new. They then invited her to a fund raising dinner the same
night, a request which Hillary replied yes to.
So there so is, waiting for the taxi to come and to collect her
car at Monique's house.
"What's taking so long?" Hillary thought as she waits.
[Underground tunnel]
"No one's around." Monique said.
"Let's away then, as soon as possible."
Adam's trying to think. His leg is hurting, since the moment he
jumped down to this underground sewage tunnel to look for Stephanie. They
tried to find an exit to the place but most of the doors are locked.
"Where the hack is Stephanie?" asked Adam suddenly, as if he has
just woken up from a worst nightmare. "And what was that explosion
all
about?"
"We must get out of here first, darling, then we can discuss all
this." answered Monique patiently. She has searched most of the trap
doors
and working entrance into this system, but failed to locate an exit for
the two of them. They are now approaching the other side of the tunnels,
hoping to find a door somewhere.
Adam now remembers everything, what happened to him and Monique
and why they're here. It all began with the bag Stephanie left in front
of
their door; the one with the beeping noise...
THE END OF RP.07 "Men are bad, forever."
Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*Bryan P. Vincent <bvincent@nwlink.com>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
*Frank Filipek <filipek@clam.rutgers.edu>
New storyline devised by Douglas Fairbanks, WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <DANIELLE_SPENCE@HP-PaloAlto-om4.om.hp.com>.
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