RolePlayGateway™

Daniel watched her gulp the pills down greedily. The wound must have really stung now that she was back in control of her consciousness. He smirked a bit, quirking an eyebrow when she fiddled with her bra. Shrugged it off and rolled his eyes at her statement about not being naked. "Yeah, right." he breathed heavily. "I just carried you through the whole hotel lobby. You have any idea how hard that was to explain?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm going to go." he pointed at the paper. "But you better write those sizes down. I don't wanna feel like a pervert at the store." he rolled his eyes and grinned weakly.

Alana grinned when he watched, her and she would have done it again if it didn't hurt as much. She smiled at him and wrote down her bra size, her shirt size, and pant size and handed it to him. Leaning on his arm, so she had support. " Alright... I hope you have good fashion sense, I don't want you to make me look fat" she teased, leaning onto him and giving him the paper.

She then sighed and leaned back a little, " If you can get us something to eat... that'd be great.." she smiled, her hand over her wound, sighing.

Daniel glanced down at the paper, twisting it between his fingers. He didn't know what any of the sizes meant in literal terms - but he figured that the bra size was fairly big, at any rate. Rolled his shoulders back - and came to an abrupt stop of doing so when she leaned against his arm. The bullet would have done a lot of damage, and his 'surgery' hadn't been spot-on. No wonder she was feeling so weak.

"Yeah, I can grab something to eat on the way back." he answered dully, glancing at the paper yet again, then to the bottle of pills on the bed - and finally back up to her. "I think I'll go now, then?"

Alana paused and frowned, " What if--" she then paused, " what if something happends while your gone.." her face held some fear and her eyes were concerned. She looked over the hotel and she sighed, she felt a little sick now. She rested a hand on her head and winced, " Could you-- please hurry?"

She hugged her chest to herself... and reached for the pills again, she was pretty thirsty, she took two more pills... they would knock her out until he got back.

Daniel sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Nothing will happen. Don't worry." he pocketed her list of sizes, and glanced up at her. "I'll hurry. Don't worry." he repeated. Watched her take some more pills. "Hey... easy with those," he mumbled. Nodded to her a single time. "I'll be back."

He hurried out the door, and to the street. Hailing down a cab wasn't as easy when he didn't have an ample-chested woman waving alongside him, but he did manage to get one, and head down to a big chain store.

He felt a bit awkward walking around the woman's clothing section. He had to flag down a female employee and show her the list, explaining that he was 'buying them for a friend'. He asked for here fashion sense, too - and ended up buying mostly black clothes for Alana. It seemed to be her color, anyways. Before he left the store, he bought a frozen pizza, as well. Paid in neat stacks of blood money, and got another cab.

The woman in the hotel lobby showed him where he could heat the pizza up, and, finally; he came back to the door - a small bag of neatly folded clothing on one hand, a warm box of low-quality pizza in the other. He forced it open, and looked around for Alana.

Alana was only slightly comforted when he said everything would be fine, it was usually not true. She scowled when he told her to take it easy, and leaned against the bed, wincing, as soon as he left she smiled at him when he left and sighed staring up at ceiling, getting dizzy and falling asleep due to the pain killers.

---

When he got back she was still on the bed, she had taken off bra and had rested on her stomache, since it was bloody and, had fallen asleep that way. She was sleeping soundly when he walked in but she blinked awake and lifted her head, " Mmm..?" she grunted, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Daniel glanced over at Alana. Still on the bed; probably still a little out of it from painkillers. He set the bag of clothes down next to her, on the floor just beside the bed; and propped the pizza box open on one of the tables. "I got your clothes, and some pizza." he pointed out. "You feeling alright?" He took a few apprehensive steps closer to her, wondering if she was fully awake yet. Rubbed the back of his neck and sighed patiently.

Alana blinked, the smell of food made her really hungry, sitting up covering her bare chest with one arm. She reached out for the clothes, even though she wanted food more. She looked through the clothes " Mm... not bad.." she murmered. She turned her back to Daniel while she changed, and stretched, it was warm, she did the same with a shirt and pants before she turned back at him. " Thanks... they fit great" she sighed.

She reached for the food, " Ugh it smells so good" she said, taking a slice and taking a large bite, smiling as she ate, " Everythings fine... the wound feels numb" she stated, before swallowing and taking another bite.

Daniel smiled and took his own slice of pizza while Alana changed; careful not to stare. He ate it slowly and thought while he did so. He wasn't sure what to do from there - holed up in an apartment with a wouldn't assassin. It wouldn't be too long until the Organization found out. He smiled when she said the food tasted good. "I'm glad the shot's feeling better. I wasn't sure how I did taking out the bullet. And-" he got cut off by his phone ringing. His heart skipped a beat.

He flipped it open, and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"

"What have you been doing, Daniel?" the woman on the other end asked. She was the spokesperson for the Organization - she called all of their killers and gave them assignments. Daniel had fled his home at a young age; and she had filled something of a maternal role for him: he craved her acceptance.

"W-what do you mean?"

"We know what happened." she answered dully. Then hung up.

Daniel stared at the phone, and whispered; "Fuck."

Alana finished at least 3 slices, and she grinned, they tasted so good, or it was just that she was starving. She moved a little closer to Daniel watching him eat until he picked up his cell. She frowned when he studdered and blinked, when he swore she blinked. " Is everything... okay?" she said.

She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes widened, " Was that... " fear in her eyes she began to look around and she winced again, " Ughn..." she grunted, " We have to leave don't we...?"

Daniel tapped his jaw a few times. She sure had eaten a lot of pizza: maybe she was feeling a bit better? He sighed loudly. She'd just moved a little closer, too. He finally spoke up. "We, uh..." and hesitated. Stuttered. "It was her." pause. "The organization woman. She said she knows what happened. I'm not sure if she knows that you're still alive, or what. But she knows I didn't follow their orders." he rubbed his eyelid.

"It's probably safest for us if we leave soon, yeah. I'm sorry."

Alana frowned, " They can't get you if we keep moving..." she said, she looked concerned, her lips pursed and she looked down. Her hair falling over her shoulder elegantly as she struggled to move down from the bed. She winced to stand, and paused, " Help me...?" she asked, holding an arm out slightly unstable.

" We should go..." she said frowning, she would rather stay and rest, " Can you drive at all...?" she asked him an idea comming into mind. " Rent a car..." she said in thought. Grabbing on to his arm and staying rather close, giving lots of weight cause she was sore.

Daniel nodded at what she said; but did little to actually retain the information. He rubbed his shut eyelids for a while, before glancing down at her. "Oh, right." he took her arm as best he could, and tried to help her up. He figured she was starved of energy, not necessarily wounded all around. Maybe just sore. So if he just eased some of the weight off, it'd help.

"Yeah, I can drive." he answered quickly. He smirked a bit at the second statement. "Rent a car. Yeah; that's a start. I don't know where to go to from there." he paused, and looked around the room. "... but I guess that doesn't matter yet."

Alana stood more easily with more weight on one side, and with walking... she'd be okay. She headed towards the door with him. Sure she had everything with her, she walked with outside and headed towards the check out. Using so much of her muscles were sore, not so much just like when she was shot she fell. But she'd have to get used to it again.

The woman at the front desk looked up, Alana let go of him slowly, her tight balanced grip relaxed as she reached towards the table, " Rooms 112 and 115..." she smiled. The women nodded and let her fingers glide along the keyboard soundlessly. The woman nodded, " Have a great day with your husband.." she said kindly. Alana's expression seemed in shock, " O-Oh hes not my husband.." she corrected. The woman smiled, " Umhm.." she responded getting back to work... Alana rolled her eyes and glanced at Daniel raising an eyebrow. " Lets go..." she muttered hoping he wouldn't say a word.

On the way out Alana noticed a certain car, that’s rarely seen, with odd windows, and a familiar license plate. She tensed slightly as she kept an eye out on them, when the car stopped and a large, tall, bald man walked out with a jagged scar on his head. Alana gasped and pulled Daniel back towards one side of the building. " The organizations here..." she whispered.

Daniel remained the quiet accompaniment to Alana as they went through all of checkout. Even though she was the weak one; the hurt one. He just supported her when she needed it and stayed quiet. Though he couldn't help but snicker when the woman referred to him as Alana's husband. He didn't say anything; though - figured that would probably earn him a slap to the face.

He yawned a bit as they walked outside - though his heart skipped a beat when he recognized a car. And its driver. "Fuck," he hissed. "You recognized him too?" He paused for a few seconds, watching the man step into the lobby of the hotel. It wouldn't take long, now - he'd ask for a description, and Alana was fairly easy to describe. The woman could tell him they had just left, and the girl seemed hurt. He shook his head a few times. "Stay here a sec." he demanded coldly, no longer helping to support Alana, and walking back into the hotel.

The well-dressed, muscular man was approaching the counter. Daniel walked quietly to a decorative endtable, and grabbed a potted plant from it. He cursed to himself when he realized it was lighter than it looked. He attracted some unusual glares as he walked over with his stolen furniture; and quickly brought it down onto the head of the bald man. It broke into a few large chunks, only two of which stayed in Daniel's hands. The man did not go down, however. He turned to Daniel, red-faced and hurt.

Daniel thought fast: slashed both of the broken pottery bits against the man's face, and then bashed downwards. He collapsed; if only momentarily. "There you go," Daniel hissed as he crouched and took car keys from the man's pocket. "Have some more scars." One of the women in the lobby shrieked, and he jogged out the front doors, then around to Alana. "Come on!" he shouted; explaining nothing, and unlocking the man's car.

Alana leaned her head back against the brick wall, this man she already had to deal with before, he did terrible things to her. Even if he had taught her many things, he was a terrible violent man. And how that car held terrible memories. She was not surprised Daniel knew about him as well... she nodded when Daniel left and only peered around to see him head inside.

Biting her lip she stayed near the end, no one else with her so far she stayed well hidden and waited paitently. When he ran out she felt her heart thud, as he headed towards the car. She held her chest yet followed him, as the doors unlocked and she fell into the passengers seat, eyes wide as she could see the man through the glass doors on the floor and a woman on the phone in panic.

" What did you do!? You're going to have the cops on our backs too!?" she said covering her face with her hands and leaning over, " Oh god..." she groaned, rolling up all the windows and locking the doors, breathing a little heavily.

Daniel started the engine while she rolled the windows up and locked the doors. Slammed the car into reverse and zipped out of the parking lot and into the street. The car was fast. "We needed a car. A big, bad, hitman was coming to get us." he shot her a glance through the mirror. "I solve both problems at once, that's what I did." he sighed and tapped his fingers down against the steering wheel.

He kept the speed up, darting around other cars - attracting the occasional 'Hey!' or raised middle finger from angry drivers. "The guy is with the freaking Organization," he reasoned with Alana. "You think he's really going to call the cops? No. He's going to go bitching to the Organization. And they're already after our asses, anyways." he exhaled deeply, and swerved to the side of the road - trying to get out of the city.

"You got any cigarettes?"

Alana leaned against her armrests, nibbling on her long hair to keep her nerves down, as he spoke. She grunted and glanced at the back seats, loaded with files, suitcases. Filled with weapons and money no doubt, and a bunch of other equipment. Alana's colorful eyes looked over Daniel in surprise, " Not you! The witnesses!" she explained, rubbing her temples with her fingers as she sighed, ignoring all the honks and cries from the drivers around them.

She shrugged, " Left 'em in my car... but this guys got everything, no doubt." she searched around, and felt around for a compartment and flipped it open to find everything, from natives, pipes, and 'course many different brands of cigarettes.... she wasn't surprised to find small shots of alcohol, and yes another gun.

" Filthy Rich..." she said casually, as she picked one of the more common brands—going with Marlboro; and took two, taking a lighter from her pocket and covering the flame with her hand as she lit up and took a long drag before sighing and glancing at him curiously.

"Yeah?" Daniel shrugged. "Fuck witnesses. You think anything'll get done? We can ditch the car. I bet that bald asshole has a criminal record a mile long, anyways. They'll be itching to get him down for whatever they can. And this car is pretty..." he paused. "... flamboyant." He looked out the window before rapidly changing lanes yet again. The cityscape was slowly giving way to countryside; but not without a fight.

He glanced over at her as she went through the inventory of illegal things in the car. Slicked a hand through his hair, and panned his vision back to the front. He looked over when she started to smoke. "Well, pass one here," he half-asked, half-demanded, holding a free hand out.

Alana sighed and leaned back as he seemed to be putting on his, I'm-so-badass- talk with her. She only nodded and sarcasticly agreed some, " Mmhms" as she took in another smooth drag, coughing slightly before she sighed. " He has nothing... the organazation makes sure that his record seems clean...as for everyone else in the job. Fucked over, if you screw up" she stated.

She looked over at him, " Greedy.. hm.." she said mainly to herself, holding her own cig with her lips as she pressed the end of the cig to his lips and leaning over to light it for him " Mm... there", glancing at the road, before leaning back and taking it from her lips to her hands she sighed. " How much longer... and my car was pretty too...maybe I can get it shipped over..." she sighed, " Just steal a license plate or two.. slap it on.." she sighed.