Yes, some not-hospital-food, please? >O2A<

[Crymson]

It was a good day, somewhat, so far, anyways. Aside from, you know, old grudges being brought up again. She was free and clear from the hospital, her previous home of a few weeks following a brutal attack and car accident. Her impaled leg still ached at the most random of times, despite being fully healed. It must be one of those injuries that will predict the weather for her.

None the less, it was all not-hospital day. First shower outside of the hospital? Check. Nap in a bed without being checked on by a nurse just as the slumber is becoming the deepest? Check. Food that doesn't taste like a frozen TV dinner?

............... not check. Yet. That was the plan now, as the elevator doors slid open before her. She stepped forward, only wearing the basics... jeans and a hoody, her hair tied back in a pony tail. It'd been a while since she dined in this cafe... so...

She didn't remember if it sucked or not. Time to find out again.

"Just me today... but put me in a booth in case anybody comes in and isn't in "I'm-going-to-kill-you" mode yet, please..." she said, being greeted at the door. The waitress nodded, leading her to a booth in the heart of the restaraunt. "Anything to dri-..."

"Vodka and orange juice. It's been a long while since I've had anything alcoholic... so lets start out with that today, hm?" The waitress nodded, leaving Claire to bury her head in the menu, researching...

[zackattack]

Zack Attack comes in chilled out and relaxed as if he just had sex. Well he did. Any way he walks to the wear he saw the red headed beau.

Helloooooooo pretty woman.

Zack points to the Bacardi and the bartender passes him the drink as if he was a waiter. Zack smirks and winks at Crysom

Soooo what's your name

[Crymson]

"No, no name..." She said, dancing her fingers to a nearby steak knife from the table to the other side of the wall from her. The couple had just left, the wait staff had yet to clear everything up. She slides the point of the blade along the table, while not taking her eyes off of him. "I'd rather you NOT be able to identify the woman who relieved you of your testicles for being a tool..."

With a snap of her wrist, faster than you could blink, the knife became lodged, blade first, in the seat right next to Zack's neck. If he wanted to turn to gauge the trajectory and how close it was, he was more than welcome to, as she'd already retrieved the other knife.

[Alice]

Scribbling, scouring, she was writing notes furiously. Her eyelids closed, the pen jotting and jostling down words that came to her mind. The atmosphere of the GCW cafe was very soothing and calm, Alice had been surprised she gained entrance. She had heard the cafe was usually dominated by roster members or staff, she uh...

Was currently neither.

".... Hm..."

The pen stops softly, the scratching against her paper halts. Alice opens her eyes slowly to look around, there was... a weirdness to be felt. Her golden hair falls softly from her shoulder, down against her sweatshirt. She gazes around for a moment...

Bingo.

"... Claire Arlett.. Crymson.... former.. former....-"

Alice scratches past her denim jeans and under her table to reach her book bag. She'd been doing in-depth research into the females located in the local juggernaut wrestling promotion; GCW. 'Crymson' was on that list. She thumbs through some pages of information, biting down on her lip as she does so.

"Excuse me miss? Can I take your or-"

"....!"

Alice's attention is shifted twice in the matter of roughly 2.4 seconds...

^ Estimation ;D^

First; her attention is driven from her texts in her hands, to the waitress standing before her doing her job in a timely fashion. Secondly and MUCH, MUCH more importantly, the very, very faint... faint sound of something 'thucking' into another solid object, just barely reaches her ear drums over the bustle of the cafe around her.

".... Wha?"

"Miss? Can I take your order now?"

".... Oh.. o-oh right... um.."

Alice tries to look, PAST, the waitress in the direction of the unexplainable sound that had broken her reading. She looks around frantically for a second, confusing the waitress before stopping. Her eyes land on Claire, on the 'Crymson' one.

"... Bring me whatever that woman is having."

"Very good miss."

The waitress leaves with the order in place, Alice instantly begins to have second thoughts on that matter. Claire was notably older than Alice, she may be drinking something Alice couldn't handle. The gamble was already taken now so she didn't have much say in the matter. She lowers her eyes again to the pages of written text in front of her slowly.

"... First time outside of the hotel and I end up here.... hmm.. interesting..."

Alice mumbles softly under her breath, her table wasn't exactly right close to Claire's booth, but it was within visible distance. Alice noticed another person seemingly around Claire's location. A sense of stupidity washes over her...

^ This is Alice realizing she's done little to FUCK - ALL research on any MALES within the GCW compound ^

She sheepishly scratches her cheek with the back of her pen before the waitress returns with 'her' order.

"There you go Miss, a Vodka with an Orange twist. If there is anything else don't hesitate to ask."

The waitress, prompt in her job, quickly leaves with a smile and the slightest bow of her head. Alice lowers her elbows and chin onto the table, staring into the glass. She pokes it with the tip of her pen, watching the ice clank around inside of it's cylinder.

"... Vodka huh....."

Alice picks up the glass, and tilts her head back before allowing the liquid to pour down her throat-

^ This, is Alice realizing she can't HANDLE a Orange Twist Vodka through the method of SLAMMING IT ^

"UUUNhhGGGG- aaaa-- UU- ACKKKKK!!!"

Alice begins coughing like a wild stallion you'd just rammed your spurs into. She doubles over her table, trying to stand and continues coughing loudly. Her eyes shut close while she continues to gasp and wheeze like a retired cop looking at his daughter in a line-up.

"... Good... lord.."

[Crymson]

Ignoring the potential virgin non-wrestler in a wrestler's cafe, she turns her head to the loud racket coming from the corner. "The hell?" she exclaimed, scanning the booths, seeing a young girl coughing something up... must be orange juice or something. She doesn't look like she's of age to drink what she has.

She turns back to her table, staring at the knife as she spins the handle along her fingers, watching the tip of the blade draw a circle on top of the table. She doesn't want to ignore this possible stalker rapist long enough to allow him to try to jump behind her and snap her bra strap like an immature dweeb or something stupid like that.

[Alice]

Hey, you should look at her again...

"....!"

Alice hadn't really gotten to make eye contact with Claire, considering she was in the process of -coughing up a lung-. Yet when she looked back at Claire's booth a second time, after the mini-scene she had caused had ended... she definitely noticed something with more familiarity..

... I think that's what you call, a knife.
Yes, thank you for that confirmation >.<!

"......."

The more than wise words of her older sister seem to almost echo like a war cry in her head while her eyes close in on the reflective surface of the blade that was visible to Alice from her table.

"... Attempted murder.... knife... wielding performers..."

Alice sighs heavily before slumping into her chair, she rolls her pen around on the surface slowly. Coming from Blackpool England, not to mention her time in Berlin. Violence as a whole didn't scare her, it wasn't a -shock-.

Yeah, but it's a lot like watchin' t.v. now isn't it? It's only funny or something you can turn a cold shoulder to if it isn't happening to YOU.

Another heavy sigh, Alice had a... unique kind of personality deep down. Unique in the sense she wasn't really sure of -WHAT- it truly was. She could be shy, outspoken, brave hell sometimes she could be cocky. If it involved things she was ya know, GOOD at.

Fear was a good kind of personality trait that had kept her alive in the past, it was quite strong right now. Alice fiddles with her pen before looking up again, trying to peek past the booth. She wanted to know what was going on, why there was someone over near Claire. While Claire had a WEAPON~

Kind of a good question if I don't say so myself..

".. Ehm.... w-well... lets see, rationality dic-dictates that... no, wait. Cause sometimes reality doesn't follow the... the.. um...."

^ Normal self - ramblings, trying to understand human nature from reading psychology. Doesn't, always, work ^

".... -and it's not like it's unheard of for a woman to carry something for self protection these days either.. maybe she's had bad experiences on buses or something..."

I thought the majority of women getting grouped on buses was just a male fantasy involving schoolgirls in those short plaid mini-
FOR THE SWEET.. JUST, GOD! SHUT UP Dx
*coughs*...

"... I don't want to bother her though.. and there's someone there... why am I still talking to myself..."

It's just what you do.

[zackattack]

Zack looked at the knife on his neck

GET THAT KNIFE UP OFF OF MY NECK. I'm a trained actor and I know karate. But afterwards we can still hit the sack baby.

Zack relied on his playboy antics to get out

[Crymson]

And now this guy seemingly was on drugs. Somehow the knife is ON him, when it's actually... IN the seat directly behind him...

And still he's approaching her. She hates this player and his idiotic game... "Alright. You know what? Time for you to go." she said, as she grabbed her drink and walked towards the waitress's area. Her's was waiting on some food to arrive, thank god Crymson hadn't ordered yet. At least, until she got rid of the Super-Tool.

"Um, excuse me. There's this guy, I don't think he's contracted by GCW at all, because according to the last roster update on the Internet that had all the pictures on it that went up this morning? He wasn't on there... and I seriously, scarily saw him put something in my drink. I... I don't even think I can eat or drink anything anymore, and I think we need to call the cops on him. I'd do it, but he's stalking me and I lost my cell phone in my car accident and haven't gotten another one yet..."

The waitress's eyes opened wide as Claire spoke, and she looked over Claire's shoulder to him. "That weird, Slash looking guy?" "Yeah, wearing all of the stupid clothes and smelling like cheap cologne and an even cheaper hooker..."

The waitress half wanted to laugh, half wanted to scream, and entirely wanted to help out Crymson. He looked suspicious, and that was all that she needed. "Um, Ted?" she said, through a phone hooked up next to the computer. "I need you to call the police, we have a man out here who's stalking a female customer, Crymson on the roster at that, and she saw him put something in her drink..."

"Don't worry honey. I'll call the police. We can get this rapist off the streets." was the reply. "Thank you," Crymson said back over the speaker, having moved in close to the waitress. She looked back at this guy to see what kind of stupid checking out thing he was doing, and rolled her eyes at him.

"Do you have a bigger steak knife? I think I should distract him until they take him away..." Not to mention the bus-boy, looking puzzled at the knife impaled in the seat, had already taken it away. Must have made meat-head feel a slight bit more secure... "Just wait here. We're not that far away from the police station..."

"We're far enough away that we can lose him if he loses enough interest..." she said, heading back, finally entering back within the earshot range of Moron once her lips had shut. She sighed before sitting down. She looked up at him. "Sorry, had to see where my food was..." as if she had an appetite to eat with anymore. Silently she sat in the booth, not looking at him whatsoever until she heard in the distance, the elevator ring. The sounds of radio chatter accompanied the boots coming down the hall.

"I think you have some visitors," she said, as 3 police officers entered the room.

[Crymson]

Within seconds, after being pointed the way by the waitress, they were at Crymson's table. "This guy slipped something in my drink, I swear to God I saw it out of the corner of my eye when I looked back at that girl back there having a coughing fit!" She quickly blurted out, before he could even get a word out. The police must have silenced him, as he hadn't said anything.

"I just was in a horrible car accident, I can't continue on with my career until I'm medically cleared, and I just wanted to come up here, enjoy a peaceful meal, and maybe have a drink or two before going back to my suite and going to bed in someplace that isn't a hospital! But, no, now I feel stalked, I feel unsafe, and this guy obviously has bad intentions to me by putting something in here! It's gotta be GHB! There's no color or smell to it, and I saw his hand over my glass!"

Now just add tears... and... all systems are go. The manager had joined the table by this point. Oh, it was all going so well for Miss Arlett. "I want him out of my restaurant right now. He's not contracted with GCW, he's become a nuisance, and I will not have my establishment be the start of a crime scene."

Thank you Ted. She'll have to add him to her Christmas card list...

"Sir, you're going to have to come with us." said the head cop, moving towards the table, accidently grazing it with his hip. It was enough to spill the evidence of whether or not she lied about the drink or not. The Vodka and Orange juice flowed over the table, draining into her lap and onto the floor. "Gah!" she shrieked, jumping from the booth, rattling the table enough that the glass fell to the ground, shattering. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry...." She stammered, through the tears.

"It's no worries, Miss, pretty soon, this guy will be out of your hair and that spill will be your only problem," the officer assured her. "Get up. Now. You're coming with us."

[Alice]

Ho - ly shit dude, she's better at that than your sister is.
You go away now, I'm taking over for this one >.<
Awww...

"....." Alice was shocked at the whole scene, well. How could you not be, really? She wasn't ENTIRELY sure of what just went on, but she was sure of three things. One, she was somehow used by Claire in the explanation, two; Claire was very good at getting out of tightly wound situations, and of course three. Claire had, from the looks of it - just out smarted her so called -visitor-, the cafe, and the police department. "... Impressive.." Alice mumbles under her breath as the situation unfolds before her. She stands up from her table slowly, blinking a few times in silent awe.

"... She's smarter than the average wrestler.. using a name known quite well thanks to forensic cold case shows... knowing it has no real color or smell... the liquid trail vanishes by -accident-...." Alice mumbles to herself, mulling the situation over step by step. It was something to see. She picks up her pen and her books, slips them back into her book bag quietly. She slowly slides it up over her shoulder and stares in Claire's direction. A somewhat amused yet intrigued smile on her face. "... She's once.. twice..... three times the lady I thought I'd meet up here.. I wonder.."

Alice moves past the crowd of people who had been formed from the whole situation, she takes a seat at a -now- open table across from Clarie's booth. Putting her bag down, she smiles to herself under a small chuckle. She slips her fingers down into her bag and hoists out her laptop. Placing it on the table she opens it up and begins to search for something. "... Internet roster updates...." Her eyes glance ever so often to Claire and the t.v. like situation in the cafe. "That was quite a show..."

[Crymson]

"Excuse me, Ma'am?" A police officer said, walking towards the girl that'd just relocated. "In Miss Arlett's statement, she said she'd turned to see you in a coughing fit... can you tell me anything else about the incident here today?"

He'd stopped in front of her table, towering over her as she looked at her computer. He had a pen and a pad of paper in his hands. Behind them, the scene was still unfolding.

[Alice]

"... Hm?" Alice looks up at the police officer standing before her table, she was right... Claire did use her as part of the explanation.

You don't deal with the law very well Alice, you sure you don't want me to take over here?
No.. I should be okay...

"....." She grinds her teeth for a second, making brief eye contact with Claire. A miniature smile breaks out before she tilts her head to the side curiously. "Oh, yes... I had a drink earlier, it was a bit strong for my taste... I ended up nearly choking on it to my embarassment... as for what I can say about, this particular situation..."

You POSITIVE you want to handle this? Cause ever since your par-
I said, I was fine.

"I noticed that there was someone else with Miss Arlett. I don't recognize him as anyone I may have seen in regards with this cafe and it's status. I'm not quite sure what this situation is all about..." Alice softly closes her laptop before folding her hands over it in a slow manner. "But I'm quite impressed with the prompt dealings that the cafe and your organization are handling it with... it's always nice to see the police hard at work.. I'm not sure I can provide you with any... -key- evidence though.. but I will say for sure..."

"Miss Arlett seemed to be acting somewhat, odd, after the visitor approached her. Almost as if... her mind wasn't, clear... anymore." Alice smiles up at the officer before looking over at Claire. It was the best way she could hope to coberate Claire's story. If Alice had said Claire was perfectly fine, then the tale would fall to pieces. If Alice said Claire was hostile and outspoken, it would break the tale in the opposite direction. You don't really lash out if you're drugged with a date rape amino acid substance. "Hope I was of some help..."

Not bad at all...
I told you I'd be fine.

[Crymson]

He finishes scribbling things down in his pad. "No ma'am, I think that will be all that I need from you today..." he said, closing the pad and clicking the top of his pen down. He turns back to Claire. "Don't worry, Miss, we'll have him out of here shortly."

She glanced over at the intrusive individual that she just stuck a night in the pokey with, rubbing the back of her neck. She rubbed her eye with her free hand, thankfully not wearing any make-up as it would smear. "Thank you... I hope he learns never to do this again... but you never know about these sick people, you know?"

One of the deputies near Moron can be heard saying "It stinks like sex over here..." Yeah, good call, genius. Yet another reason why this man churned Claire's stomach. "I know entirely, Miss... we arrest tons of these sick bastards every year. You should see the ones that come over when we do the pedophile stings. This guy looks like a dead ringer for one of them."

She shrivels her face in disgust. "Yeah, I totally see it..."

[Alice]

She used you, you know that right?
Yes. It was for a good cause though.
How do you know that for sure?
I'm going to assume.

".... Glad I could be of assistance." Alice smiles at the police officer before standing up from her table. She breathes in and out slowly before sliding her laptop back into her book bag. That was quite interesting, indeed. She walks over slowly in the direction of the situation, she slips the bag up over her shoulder, sliding both her hands into her pockets before staring at Claire. She smiles softly for a second. "Miss.. Arlett was it? I'm glad this situation was dealt with so swiftly... I hope you feel better soon."

Alice manages to barely lean in, mumbling in a soft whisper of a voice. "It was quite entertaining... I hope to see more of it, after I sign." Alice steps back out, smiling brightly at Claire. She found her very interesting, and a good source of things to learn from. Her comment was of course referring to when she signed with GCW, if the try out went well. Alice bows her head slightly to the police at the scene before turning away. She wanted to go look around the city a bit more. Maybe she'd meet some more people. "See you around, Claire." With that, Alice throws her hand up as she begins to leave the GCW cafe, waving off to her unique subject. Claire -Crymson- Arlett.

[Crymson]

Her eyes followed the young girl out, a quick pulse of red faded through them. "Well, ma'am, we'll give you a call if we need anything more out of you," an officer said to Claire. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking back towards them.

"Thank you," She said, folding her arms, refraining from looking at Moron. "I'm just glad he's going to be off the streets. Chicago has enough problems, you know?"

"That's why we're here, ma'am... enjoy your night." the officer said with a quick smile and a nod. Claire took this as her cue to get the hell out of dodge, leaving and boarding the elevator. She'd just order some take-out, since it will probably be a while before that guy gets hauled off to jail anyways.

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