Room 202 [Dead & Locked]

[Holiday]

Detective Holiday laughed, shook her hand, and held up the keys to 203. "Step inside my office Ruby." He walked over to the adjacent room, the three hanging upside down, and unlocked the room with a quick twist, revealing a bathroom, and a bedroom with a King sized bed, small counter, and two chairs. He put out what was left of the cigarette in the ashtray on the counter and took a seat, gesturing to the other.

"Have a seat please." He waited patiently, hands folded in his lap, and studied her.

"Let's get straight to business.Have you stayed in Avignon for long? And what do you know about the hostiles? Their Numbers? Training? Patrol Routes?" He wasn't in a rush for a reply, it was obvious he had spent much of his life, depending on one's view, interviewing/interrogating people.

"I need to capture one and work my way up the chain of command. Access to their supplies and leadership can go a long way. But I'm new and don't know Avignon, or France for that matter too well."

[Ruby]

Ruby let the Detective close the door and walk by. She started to follow, but turned around to lock the door first. Content, she walked across the room to the chair beside him. She sat down, bringing her right leg up so it was to her chest. "I haven't been here for too long. Maybe," she pondered, "a month, month and a half? But most of the time I'm just on the outskirts playing it safe. But if I need new supplies I come here to scavenge, and if I'm lucky that day, I'll hunt some game."

"I haven't seen nearly as many patrols out at night as I have during the day, and the patrol routes seem random. Their numbers are uncomfortably large, but most aren't the brightest bulb in their box."

She fidgeted with her finger nails. "Intelligence doesn't matter when most of them are jacked males. If you see any small males, though, don't underestimate them. It almost cost me my freedom, but I assume it would cost you your life. Strange men are usually of no use to them." She brought her other knee up and wrapped her arms around her folded legs.

"I don't know who you're running for, but I think you've accepted a suicide mission." she stated matter-of-factly as she let her chin rest on top of her knees, her eyes meeting his. "But you look like you've seen and done some things. Maybe they won't require anything extra of you. Though, the badge might not go over so well, cop."

[Holiday]

Holiday made mental notes of everything Ruby said, apparently in deep mental deliberation as she finished her thoughts. His eye held hers in stare-like contact while he formulated a response. "This is all very helpful. It'll be safer to move at night then. Their watch posts become less of an issue, and it'll be easier to grab someone during the lighter patrols."

He thumbed his chin and watched her fold those legs, lost in thought before continuing. Damn she's got a mouth and legs to boot….

The Detective smirked, "Oh yes a stupid endeavor for sure. I understand the risks and the rewards quite well. Nor do I intend to flash my badge and expect warm welcomes."

He wagged a finger at her and chuckled. "Do they have uniforms or any identifying gang colors? The plan is to go undercover and infiltrate, work up, make an account for stockpiles of supplies, and determine leadership." He popped his fingers and gave her an incredulous glare, "As if that wasn't suicide enough, given the opportunity I may even cut the head off the snake and take the reins for myself. A Coup d'etat."

Holiday leaned forward, "Imagine what could be done with those numbers and supplies to reestablish some semblance of order in the wastelands." He shrugged and sighed, "It's a long shot, but I'd be satisfied taking inventory and reporting to Safe Haven if that's all I can manage."

He laughed, "Crazy right?"

Then a barrage of noises, gun shots and scuffles broke beyond the locked door. Holiday shot up, and went to the door, peering through the peep hole for evidence, and noted bodies of bandits, and heavy breathing nearby.

"Fuck. Well at least the bodies and uniforms and gear came to us."

He held a hand up, listening for more.

[Ruby]

"They don't have time for uniforms. Most of them run around like filthy cavemen. I don't think I've seen more than a few who had different clothes on the next time I saw them. If it's a warm, sunny day, they smell like a farm animal." Ruby closed her eyes, her exhaustion catching up with her. "If you honestly think that you can take over as their leader, you've sure got a crazy imagination. Those are violent men with no remorse. They won't change, they'll revolt. So I guess that is pretty crazy." she said to Holiday. 

She jumped when she heard the commotion start downstairs and end right across the hall. Detective Holiday's positive outlook almost made her cry with frustration. "You're kidding me right?" She whispered. He put his hand in the air, she reached over her chair and slapped it down. "Our weapons are in there because you whisked us away into the room across the hall." She put both hands in front of her. "But don't worry, I've got this."

Aggravated with the detective she reached into her boot and unsheathed her hunting knife. She stood quickly and faced Holiday with a smirk on her face. "Just so you know, cop, I could have killed you at least three times already." she dangled the knife in front of his face. "I really hope you'll be less sloppy with the band of thugs. Oh, and yes, I'm placing the blame on you." With that, she made her way to the door and quickly exited the room.

Ruby ran across the hall as quietly as she could. Peeking in to room 202, she saw a young man in a black hoodie and sweatpants sitting on the floor with his head resting against the wall, he looked to be about her age.

She also took note of the lifeless body of one of the city's thugs. There was blood on the wall from the fatal shots that probably let the whole town know something was up.

She caught sight of the trench coat-covered weapon pile they left in here, her katana's handle sticking out just enough to be grabbed. The man appeared to be completely exhausted and uncaring of his surroundings, so she decided to take her chance.

Ruby quickly ran for the pile and withdrew her sword from it. Before the stranger could jump too far, she stood over him and held the tip of the blade to his neck. "Who are you and why should I not cut your Adams apple out of your throat?" 

[Ruby]

OOC: This current RP with Holiday is apparently dead. Ruby will be leaving Avignon, France and be wandering elsewhere.