Still fuming, Rylie had made her way to a gym, at the moment beating the hell out of a punching bag; arms and legs flying at a maniacal pace, fem' garbed in a Nike running shirt and black sweats. "Stup…id.. fuck.. ing.. bast…ards." She managed between puffed breaths. It was moments later, when Rylie finally stopped, collapsing in a near-by corner with her water-bottle.
~oOo~
MacKenzie laughed, as she gently pushed Josh. "You're such a dork." Josh only smirked at the comment, and sipped his drink. "At least I'm sane."
"By the way, what time is it?" MacKenzie suddenly asked out of the blue, and without waiting for a response, she took Josh's wrist, to look at his watch. "Oh.. its only nine thirty...bring me more liquor!"
~oOo~
Rylie had returned to the hotel and dropped her bags in her room, before climbing the stairs towards the upmarket room, that Evolution usually hung out in. Not bothering to change, she continued to the room, not worrying to knock, Ry just ambled in.
Gaze adjusted to the dim room, brows furrowing lightly. An almost hesitant step was taken forth, and the only sliver of light that filled the room, came from the bathroom, door slightly ajar and the unambiguous scent of blood was almost overpowering.
With a deep breath, Rylie continued on, gently pushing the bathroom door open fully, only to be met with the sight of Paul laying sprawled across the floor, crimson life juices spread around him. "Oh shit...that can't be good."
~oOo~
"No answer... again." MacKenzie muttered, sitting back down on her bed, looking at the clock on the side-table of the hotel room. "Its eleven, why isn't she there?" Josh only shrugged, laying on the opposite bed and flipping channels. Growling, Mac crossed her legs, shaking her head.
~oOo~
It had been at least an hour since Ry had found Paul, half-dead in the hotel bathroom. With a heavy sigh, Rylie stumbled back into the waiting room, flopping between Dave and Randy, Ric pacing and the police just have finished questioning her.
"Ric, sit. You're making me tired." Rylie muttered with a wide yawn.
"How am I making you tired?" He commented, head down and arms behind his back. "By walking." She replied quietly. Ric cast the smallest of grins, though the look fading as a doctor strode into the room. "Uh, colleagues of Mr. Levesque, I presume?" Ric nodded. "Yes.. just what the hell is wrong with Paul?"
"Well, it seems Mr. Levesque was attacked from behind, and hit repeatedly with a metal pipe. There seems to be no brain damage, yet a lot of blood was lost." Ric nodded. "So uh.. can we see 'im?" The doctor nodded with a sigh. "If you wish."
Dave, Randy and Rylie lifted, following Ric and the doctor from the waiting area to a groggy, awake Paul.
~oOo~
MacKenzie laughed, as she gently pushed Josh. "You're such a dork." Josh only smirked at the comment, and sipped his drink. "At least I'm sane."
"By the way, what time is it?" MacKenzie suddenly asked out of the blue, and without waiting for a response, she took Josh's wrist, to look at his watch. "Oh.. its only nine thirty...bring me more liquor!"
~oOo~
Rylie had returned to the hotel and dropped her bags in her room, before climbing the stairs towards the upmarket room, that Evolution usually hung out in. Not bothering to change, she continued to the room, not worrying to knock, Ry just ambled in.
Gaze adjusted to the dim room, brows furrowing lightly. An almost hesitant step was taken forth, and the only sliver of light that filled the room, came from the bathroom, door slightly ajar and the unambiguous scent of blood was almost overpowering.
With a deep breath, Rylie continued on, gently pushing the bathroom door open fully, only to be met with the sight of Paul laying sprawled across the floor, crimson life juices spread around him. "Oh shit...that can't be good."
~oOo~
"No answer... again." MacKenzie muttered, sitting back down on her bed, looking at the clock on the side-table of the hotel room. "Its eleven, why isn't she there?" Josh only shrugged, laying on the opposite bed and flipping channels. Growling, Mac crossed her legs, shaking her head.
~oOo~
It had been at least an hour since Ry had found Paul, half-dead in the hotel bathroom. With a heavy sigh, Rylie stumbled back into the waiting room, flopping between Dave and Randy, Ric pacing and the police just have finished questioning her.
"Ric, sit. You're making me tired." Rylie muttered with a wide yawn.
"How am I making you tired?" He commented, head down and arms behind his back. "By walking." She replied quietly. Ric cast the smallest of grins, though the look fading as a doctor strode into the room. "Uh, colleagues of Mr. Levesque, I presume?" Ric nodded. "Yes.. just what the hell is wrong with Paul?"
"Well, it seems Mr. Levesque was attacked from behind, and hit repeatedly with a metal pipe. There seems to be no brain damage, yet a lot of blood was lost." Ric nodded. "So uh.. can we see 'im?" The doctor nodded with a sigh. "If you wish."
Dave, Randy and Rylie lifted, following Ric and the doctor from the waiting area to a groggy, awake Paul.