8 Miles Motel

[Belle Thorne]

Belle followed Vincent into the room and leant against a nearby wall casually, her Glock pistols held at ready down by her sides

[Joey Risk]

Joey turned his hgead lightly. "Well then, i guess i have to make a comment of your Motel." He sighed before standing up, his eyes glancing at his bodyguard. He placed his hands into his pocket, his hand tightly held into a fist. "It..." He coughed before removing his hands from his pocket, his eyes stedily becoming harder. "It basically..." He grabbed his hault of his sword, he drew it's full length, his knuckles white because of the pressure he's holding it. "It basically sucks." He spat onto the floor, his eyes glancing at bodyguard, waiting for her to advance. "I want a refund." He raised placed a firm footing onto the floor, waiting endless-ly. "And, try not to tell me what to, Hector's my boss me."

[Joey Risk]

((Note; I just ran out of ideasof what to do, lol, the whole nut thing made me break down laughing, i ran out of ideas, i kinda wanted someone to come in so therefore THANK YOU!))

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent looked pityingly at the sword that Joey drew at him, and looked down to his own hanging delicately by his side. Making sure all eyes in the room followed his gaze. He slowly looked back at Joey, a strange expression of amusement that this boy did not know who he was, and drew a sword of all things at him. This was laced with anger that someone would dare draw a weapon on him. “Put down the sword, boy.” He almost spat the word boy. “Or I shall teach you a lesson in the art of the sword, that you are not soon to forget” Anger showing plainly in his words.

He knew that this pitiful human would not be so stupid as to advance on him, but what of the others? He stood waiting to see their movements, and whether they would be as foolish as Joey. He looked slowly to each of them “So which of you is Hector? For he speaks to one of you. One so foolish as to have a man who draws a sword not ordered” Vincent waited for a reply.

[Belle Thorne]

Belle shook her head, not moving from her position, her hands tightening on her glocks almost invisibly

[Hector]

((I've already told Joey about the knee on the werewolf thing, and if you reread, Hector doesn't hit anyone with his scythe. Even so, people can use pole weapons with two hands in order to use them in close quarters.))

"I am Hector," Hector replied, feeling a little annoyed with Joey for trash talking someone before determining how strong they are, and then pointing the finger at him.

"And if this is your hotel, you owe us at least a thank you. We just fought off three werewolves who were determined to make a mess out of this place."

Hector looks around.

"More of a mess than we just made, anyway..."

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent looked at Hector in an annoyed way, "A thank you? You have just killed three of my employees!" He shouted, "But no matter, they were of little use anyway." He said regaining calmness into his voice "So, Hector, you are leader of these two?" Vincent now ignored Joey paying him no attention at all. But he gave Gladious a glance and raised his eye brow, then brought his attention back to Hector.

[Hector]

Hector didn't answer immediately. He wasn't paying attention. Instead he was trying to do maths in his head.

Joey cooked one, Gladious finished the other... Who dealt with the third? Hector realised the third werewolf had stopped attacking, and was coming up alongside Vincent.

Now that may be a little problematic...

"In our defence," Hector started,
"Your werewolves attacked us unprovoked. They didn't have much discipline either. I will, however, decide not to sue, and suggest you pick your employees a little more carefully."

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent smiled, "You dealt with them well, not the best you could have done, but passable" He paused. "Three of them, three of you, a fair test. I was told of your entering into town. I have watched you all and you all gathered here, making my purpose easier." He stood and looking from Hector to Gladious "Great power I sense in you. And wouldn't you know, as luck would have it two positions just opened in my employment. Congratulations Gentlemen you have passed the test" He said to Hector and Gladious ignoring Joey, what need had a vampyre of a human? He after all was just food, and one does not talk to ones food or offer it a job.

[Hector]

Hector was just a tad confused.

"What do you mean of our arrival? Two of us are new, but I've been here for almost my whole life! And I thought you said two vacancies... There are three of us. Are you suggesting that one of us isn't capable enough to work for someone of your stature?"

[Vincent Lémartes]

"Three of you yes, but I am only interested in two." He looked from Hector to Gladious. He was after power, not lunch.

[Gladious Nightsorrow]

Gladious' had enough, he couldn't stand listening to these wierdos chatting anymore...

Why am I even here? Gotten dropped out of a protal is bad enough, and getting beaten up by a demon is never good, then this?! Werewolves?! And now a old bag vampyre is looking for henchman? All I want is some food...give me an apple god damn it! Plus I still need to find clues to locate "him"...

"Stop the nonsense. Just what do you want from us?!"

[Vincent Lémartes]

Vincent turned to look at Gladoius, "Its not what I want from you, its what you need from me" He paused looking both of them deep in the eyes, "So far I have allowed you to live, if you wish to continue that luxury then I suggest that you do as I say. Join me and you will have no problems. Don’t, and things will get problematic for you" He stopped and looked at Gladious, and as if he had been reading his thoughts, which he had been, he answered "I have all the food that you can eat at my nightclub... Hmmm… I don’t know who 'He' is but I can help you find 'Him'" he thought this might sway his intentions.

[Gladious Nightsorrow]

Gladious fell silent...

So he is a god damn psychic too, oh just marvolous...But, this could prove to be very useful...

"Now that is what I want to hear. But, how can I trust you?"

Gladious shifted his gaze from the dried up old man to the werewolf standing next to him, still shivering with all the anger it's bearing...

...Pathetic...

"You see, that "employee" of yours did not make a good impression on me and it obviously doesn't feel good standing among us, why don't you..."relief" him, and show me just how much I can trust you..." Gladious sneered.

[Vincent Lémartes]

"Trust!" Vincent laughed "I know you have not been in this town long but there is one piece of free advice I can give you. In this town, you can trust no one, especially me.” Vincent looked over to the still alive werewolf and then back to Gladious “And this employee of mine is only here because you all failed to kill him. Is that my fault? No, it is yours. If you wish to get rid of him… Kill him. He is of no use to me anyway"