Post by Roth O'Roak on Nov 3, 2010 17:27:55 GMT -8
(ooc: What put Roth in here)
It was morning. He could tell by the way the light scattered across the room. Everything was blurry to him, after all he had 3 syringes plunged into his eyes and heart along with both of his knees shattered. Now he was in a hospital. He was immobile, and fucked out of his mind. He blinked twice seeing two figures standing over him.
"He...He's waking up?"
"You can leave now."
The first one, now out of the room, was obviously a doctor just by the way he acted. Roth couldn't tell what the second figure was. He was white, wearing black, perhaps shades over his face. He couldn't tell. This could have been a hallucination for all he knew.
"Rothy-boy."
The man slowly began to laugh. Now he knew, the laugh, the way he acknowledged Roth. This was him. The Mysterious Man he had been working for in L.A., this was Esau.
"You crazy son of a bitch. For a second there I thought Vetis was going to kill you. Guess he left you off with a warning. Still, it's miraculous that you are awake right now."
Roth tried to sit himself up. No dice. He just didn't have the strength. All he could do was watch Esau talk to him in the flesh. Wait, he knew that fuckers name!? Vetis? Had Esau set him up? What the fuck was going on?
"Roth. I want you to know that I set you up with Vetis. I did that to make you stronger, you're still alive, aren't you? You will thank me for this, it is for your own good. As is this."
Fuck! Not another goddamn syringe! He had enough of needles for the past two days. He felt it stick in his arm and inject the fluid into his veins. Wait...this feeling. This cold, chilling feeling. He had felt it before but where. Where did he remember this feeling? Roth looked to the end of his bed as saw a small little blob walk past his bed.
"I've just injected you with your old drug. The one the Yakuza had tested on you. This will not make you feel better, but it will make you able to ignore the pain and get through it faster. Now, side effects: You will hallucinate with memories of your past. You will not be able to sleep for some time.
On that note I want to tell you why you are feeling so weird when it comes to dates and times. You left the Chula Vista Collective on November 7th, 2009. It is now November 5th, 2010. With all the drugs the Yakuza had given you with the addition of your fight with Joshua Treborn and your feeling toward Aleece you went into what I'm calling 'Extreme Overdose'. Your chemical system went crazy and shut down. I kept you on life support for about 10 months before you woke up in that Limo.
Now your pissed right now, no doubt. But you will thank me for all I have done in time. I cleared your name, not to mention it turns out those two Collective teachers had actually killed each other, none of the students were involved."
Roth could just lay there as all this information was thrown at him. He had slept 10 months. That did explain his weariness of the months. His match against J.T. was in October, and he had done a Halloween party a about a week ago. Shit. Plus he was now back on the Yakuza drug. Rita would be back, but he did feel a bit stronger. Maybe Esau was right.
"Two last things before I go. One: your next assignment. I'm going to give you a list of people I want you to fight. I don't care if you already have fought them, I want you to do it again. and Two: Your new Supra is outside. Same paint job, same license. Please be more careful with this one."
And with that Esau was gone. Roth was alone again and in unending pain. He tried to left himself into a sitting position again. This time it actually worked. This Yakuza drug, whatever it was seemed not only effective and chilling, but also unaddictive. A surprising combination.
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Another day had passed soon enough. Roth felt better, not completely better, but better. Unfortunate he knew what would come soon enough. The visions of his dead sister, the depression, the mental agony. All because some big ass mother fucker had one night in jail. Roth, now in a wheel chair, rolled out of the lobby of the hospital.
"Damn, that mother fucker did quite a number on ya."
"Fuck you. How'd you get here anyway?"
"They got this magical thing called a bus. Ready for me to take you home?"
"Yeah, get me the fuck outta here."
With all said and done Marcus would load Roth into the drivers seat of the new orange Supra. It seemed to be almost identical. Esau definitely had money and connections. The two friends would drive away as Roth looked out the window. He was a little girl playing in the parking lot with her favorite doll slowly fade away.
(ooc: two days in hospital. -15 Str, Dex, and Wis for 7 days. Wheelchair for 10.)
It was morning. He could tell by the way the light scattered across the room. Everything was blurry to him, after all he had 3 syringes plunged into his eyes and heart along with both of his knees shattered. Now he was in a hospital. He was immobile, and fucked out of his mind. He blinked twice seeing two figures standing over him.
"He...He's waking up?"
"You can leave now."
The first one, now out of the room, was obviously a doctor just by the way he acted. Roth couldn't tell what the second figure was. He was white, wearing black, perhaps shades over his face. He couldn't tell. This could have been a hallucination for all he knew.
"Rothy-boy."
The man slowly began to laugh. Now he knew, the laugh, the way he acknowledged Roth. This was him. The Mysterious Man he had been working for in L.A., this was Esau.
"You crazy son of a bitch. For a second there I thought Vetis was going to kill you. Guess he left you off with a warning. Still, it's miraculous that you are awake right now."
Roth tried to sit himself up. No dice. He just didn't have the strength. All he could do was watch Esau talk to him in the flesh. Wait, he knew that fuckers name!? Vetis? Had Esau set him up? What the fuck was going on?
"Roth. I want you to know that I set you up with Vetis. I did that to make you stronger, you're still alive, aren't you? You will thank me for this, it is for your own good. As is this."
Fuck! Not another goddamn syringe! He had enough of needles for the past two days. He felt it stick in his arm and inject the fluid into his veins. Wait...this feeling. This cold, chilling feeling. He had felt it before but where. Where did he remember this feeling? Roth looked to the end of his bed as saw a small little blob walk past his bed.
"I've just injected you with your old drug. The one the Yakuza had tested on you. This will not make you feel better, but it will make you able to ignore the pain and get through it faster. Now, side effects: You will hallucinate with memories of your past. You will not be able to sleep for some time.
On that note I want to tell you why you are feeling so weird when it comes to dates and times. You left the Chula Vista Collective on November 7th, 2009. It is now November 5th, 2010. With all the drugs the Yakuza had given you with the addition of your fight with Joshua Treborn and your feeling toward Aleece you went into what I'm calling 'Extreme Overdose'. Your chemical system went crazy and shut down. I kept you on life support for about 10 months before you woke up in that Limo.
Now your pissed right now, no doubt. But you will thank me for all I have done in time. I cleared your name, not to mention it turns out those two Collective teachers had actually killed each other, none of the students were involved."
Roth could just lay there as all this information was thrown at him. He had slept 10 months. That did explain his weariness of the months. His match against J.T. was in October, and he had done a Halloween party a about a week ago. Shit. Plus he was now back on the Yakuza drug. Rita would be back, but he did feel a bit stronger. Maybe Esau was right.
"Two last things before I go. One: your next assignment. I'm going to give you a list of people I want you to fight. I don't care if you already have fought them, I want you to do it again. and Two: Your new Supra is outside. Same paint job, same license. Please be more careful with this one."
And with that Esau was gone. Roth was alone again and in unending pain. He tried to left himself into a sitting position again. This time it actually worked. This Yakuza drug, whatever it was seemed not only effective and chilling, but also unaddictive. A surprising combination.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Another day had passed soon enough. Roth felt better, not completely better, but better. Unfortunate he knew what would come soon enough. The visions of his dead sister, the depression, the mental agony. All because some big ass mother fucker had one night in jail. Roth, now in a wheel chair, rolled out of the lobby of the hospital.
"Damn, that mother fucker did quite a number on ya."
"Fuck you. How'd you get here anyway?"
"They got this magical thing called a bus. Ready for me to take you home?"
"Yeah, get me the fuck outta here."
With all said and done Marcus would load Roth into the drivers seat of the new orange Supra. It seemed to be almost identical. Esau definitely had money and connections. The two friends would drive away as Roth looked out the window. He was a little girl playing in the parking lot with her favorite doll slowly fade away.
(ooc: two days in hospital. -15 Str, Dex, and Wis for 7 days. Wheelchair for 10.)
