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Hyde Road - Get closer to the handsome stranger

2021-08-12T14:09:20Z

Darkfry:

You aren't entirely sure why you feel so compelled, but you really feel you need to know more about this man. You cross the lobby getting closer to the desk as the conversation between to two men continues. You over hear the end of the conversation. "Your key, sir. Top floor, forth door on your right." The key card is passed across the counter. There is an offer to take the gentleman's bag up to his room, but he declines. As the conversation ends you feel a flutter as your heart races. He turns around, a power urge surges through you, an attraction that you haven't before felt, and your mind is racing. Somehow this a moment you don't feel you should let slip away.

It isn't like you to be so forward, to be fair, you have never had to be. Normally it's the men who make the first move. You feel excited thinking about it. He's turning toward the lobby elevators, you could make something of it now. You are a bit torn, the reception is so open and public and rejection in full view of others unnerves you, even if the audience are only employees of the hotel.
You did hear which room he was staying in perhaps you could proposition him a little more privately.

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Hyde Road - Get closer to the handsome stranger

2021-08-12T14:09:00Z

Darkfry:

You aren't entirely sure why you feel so compelled, but you really feel you need to know more about this man. You cross the lobby getting closer to the desk as the conversation between to two men continues. You over hear the end of the conversation. "Your key, sir. Top floor, forth door on your right." The key card is passed across the counter. There is an offer to take the gentleman's bag up to his room, but he declines. As the conversation ends you feel a flutter as your heart races. He turns around, a power urge surges through you, an attraction that you haven't before felt, and your mind is racing. Somehow this a moment you don't feel you should let slip away.

It's isn't like you to be so forward, to be fair, you have never had to be. Normally it's the men who make the first move. You feel excited thinking about it. He's turning toward the lobby elevators, you could make something of it now. You are a bit torn, the reception is so open and public and rejection in full view of others unnerves you, even if the audience are only employees of the hotel.
You did hear which room he was staying in perhaps you could proposition him a little more privately.

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Hyde Road - It's too soon

2021-08-12T10:46:06Z

Darkfry:

You fight your instincts, your attraction to this woman is unnerving. "My pleasure," you respond. She seems to blush a little more intensely and she gets a cute dimple on her cheek as she smiles. You find it intriguing. Your bag is still standing next to you on the floor, you can't help but feel you need to say something, invite her to a drink. "Your bag is still standing on the floor next to you," more audible in your head now. You pick it up, but the moment is turning awkward, with a swift nod you make your way past the blue eyed woman whose name still alludes you, and walk up to the reception desk.

You feel a pang of regret in the moment, but your bag is heavy in your hand, you know Jack is watching you ever so closely, he may have taken a bit of a bruising outside but you also know he won't simply let it go. Your feet have carried you to the front desk and the graying gentleman looks up.

"Good evening, Sir, welcome to the Royal Rose. How may I be of service?" a line he says with an air of perfection. He has probably said it a thousand times yet his delivery is impeccable.

"Evening." You acknowledge him with a small tip of your hat. You see the sign behind the desk. "I would like to book room for this evening." You aren't entirely sure what it is you are going to be doing but it seemed the natural thing to do under the circumstances.

"Certainly sir, I take it you do not have a reservation?" You shake your head, but he is perusing a printed list on his desk. "Will you be staying alone?" His voice once again practiced in the business of hospitality. You give him an affirming nod. He runs his finger down the printed sheet, "Unfortunately, we only have a suite available this evening?" He looks up at you his eyebrows raised questioningly. "Unfortunately I can't offer it out at a single rate, but breakfast is included."
This is turning into a bit more of an expensive indecisive show than you had anticipated but you don't feel you can back out now. You notice the young lady is still standing where you left her, looking this way.

"Fine, I'll take the suite." committing to the act. "Do you know who that woman is?"

"I am afraid not, sir, she is apparently meeting someone in the dining room." He seems a little dismissive of her.

"Ah," you reply concealing your intrigue. "You may want to deal with that puddle of water you have in the entrance, it seems a little dangerous."

"Puddle?" He seems oblivious to the incident minutes before.

"Yes, puddle." You fill him in on the near accident in his lobby. He picks up his phone and after a moment, someone arrives in the lobby with a bucket and mop.

"So sorry, but thank you! Now regarding your payment? Will it be by card?"

"No, cash." He raises an eyebrow at your reply.

"Certainly, sir, please be advised that we will also need security." He puts a piece of paper up onto the top counter and circles an amount. You nod. "I need your information here." He hands you pen and you begin filling in the forms. Behind you the woman has now moved off into the dining room. You pull out a clip of cash from the inside of your coat pocket and count out some bills handing them over the counter. "Your key, sir. Top floor, forth door on your right." You take the key. "Can I have someone take up your bag?" He motions to the bag you have been holding all this time.

"No, thank you. I can manage." You grip the handle tightly and turn away from the desk.

Do you?

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Hyde Road - Wait and see what happens

2021-08-12T10:38:58Z

Darkfry:

You certainly do have a strong desire to find out more about this woman, but this a rather public place and drawing attention to yourself right now may not be the best idea right now, also it occurs to you that right now she is reading the article on the front page of the paper. You look around the room, there are a few other patrons in the room. All of them seem to be minding their own business, with the exception of the barista, who still seems to be keeping an eye on the female interest, she is however either used to people looking at her or is entirely oblivious, and his occasional staring doesn't seem to have bothered her.

None of the personal effects she has brought with her into the cafe offer any further insight into this mystery lady, but with your incarceration over the last few years you also don't have much to go on when it comes to the local affairs of Mistyhill Creek. Is she from around here? She certainly lacks the dull demeanor that seems to have infected the local people of the town, if you were a betting man you would say she was not from around here. She has lost interest in the cover story and is now paging through the paper.

Your wrist watch beeps once, indicating the half hour, it's four thirty, Jack is tapping his foot impatiently, visibly annoyed that you are still sitting around here. Your coffee is long since finished.

She looks out the window for in a bit taking the last sips from her drink, before gathering her things. She puts back on her coat and heads for the door, the scrawny youth behind the counter sees her get up and puts down his mobile device again, hoping possibly for another exchange with her. As she opens the door an icy wind gusts into the room, she has a lengthy pause as she stands in the doorway, and the temperature in the room noticeably drops. The scrawny youth, half complains to her about the room getting cold, you can see he is more than a little conflicted. She doesn't really respond but lets the door close behind her.

The snow is coming down thickly as she walks quickly across the road towards the Royal Rose Hotel.

You stand up and put on your coat, fix your hat, a grey Panama Hat with a blue band, on your head, fasten a grey scarf around your neck, pick up your bag and leave.

The snow is swirling about you as you stand on the curb, Jack is leaning against your car. The woman in the green coat has disappeared through the front doors of the Hotel. You grip your bag tightly.

What is your next move?

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Hyde Road - Get closer to the handsome stranger

2021-08-12T10:36:36Z

Darkfry:

You aren't entirely sure why you feel so compelled, but you really feel you need to know more about this man.

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Hyde Road - Get closer to the handsome stranger

2021-08-12T10:33:21Z

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You aren't entirely sure why you feel so compelled, but you really feel you need to know more about this man.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-14T09:41:56Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have an itch to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks up a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. She picks up a pen and scrawls an amount onto some paper before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it in a cash register. Then she turns around and scrutinizes the keys hanging on the wall. Finally she selects one. She tosses the key into a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. When you exit the building the pimp is now standing on his own, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as he watches the snow. He doesn't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push your hands deep into your pockets, the room key firmly gripped within then and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of rooms over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours. Opening the door a wave of warm air hits you and you step inside.

The first thing to catch your attention as you enter is the woman from the petrol station, who is perched on a bench at the end of the bed with one leg crossed over the other, looking intently at you. Her bolero has been draped over the side of the bench and the chemise she is wearing is mostly transparent, she is not wearing a bra, and you can clearly see her perky breasts through it. Your eyes settle on the dark areolas around her nipples which are standing up, you contemplate her arousal, which only serves to elevate your own. The light in the room is fairly dim and the flickering light coming from a fireplace enhances her features. You push the door closed behind you.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-14T09:38:13Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have an itch to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks up a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. She picks up a pen and scrawls an amount onto some paper before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it in a cash register. Then she turns around and scrutinizes the keys hanging on the wall. Finally she selects one. She tosses the key into a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. When you exit the building the pimp is now standing in his own, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as you watches the snow. He doesn't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push your hands deep into your pockets, the room key firmly gripped and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of rooms over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours. Opening the door a wave of warm air hits you and you step inside.

The first thing to catch your attention as you enter is the woman from the petrol station, who is perched on a bench at the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Her bolero has been draped over the side of the bench and the chemise she is wearing is mostly transparent, she is not wearing a bra, and you can clearly see her perky breasts through it. Your eyes settle on the dark areolas around her nipples which are standing up, you contemplate her arousal, which only serves to elevate your own. The light in the room is fairly dim and the flickering light coming from a fireplace enhances her features. You push the door closed behind you.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-14T09:37:26Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have an itch to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks up a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. She picks up a pen and a and scrawls an amount onto some paper before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it in a cash register. Then she turns around and scrutinizes the keys hanging on the wall. Finally she selects one. She tosses the key into a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. When you exit the building the pimp is now standing in his own, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as you watches the snow. He doesn't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push your hands deep into your pockets, the room key firmly gripped and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of rooms over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours. Opening the door a wave of warm air hits you and you step inside.

The first thing to catch your attention as you enter is the woman from the petrol station, who is perched on a bench at the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Her bolero has been draped over the side of the bench and the chemise she is wearing is mostly transparent, she is not wearing a bra, and you can clearly see her perky breasts through it. Your eyes settle on the dark areolas around her nipples which are standing up, you contemplate her arousal, which only serves to elevate your own. The light in the room is fairly dim and the flickering light coming from a fireplace enhances her features. You push the door closed behind you.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-14T09:34:36Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have an itch to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. She picks up a pen and a and scrawls an amount onto some paper before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it in a cash register. Then she turns around and scrutinizes the keys hanging on the wall. Finally she selects one. She tosses the key in a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. When you exit the building the pimp is now standing in his own, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as you watches the snow. He doesn't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push your hands deep into your pockets, the room key firmly gripped and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of rooms over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours. Opening the door a wave of warm air hits you and you step inside.

The first thing to catch your attention as you enter is the woman from the petrol station, who is perched on a bench at the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Her bolero has been draped over the side of the bench and the chemise she is wearing is mostly transparent, she is not wearing a bra, and you can clearly see her perky breasts through it. Your eyes settle on the dark areolas around her nipples which are standing up, you contemplate her arousal, which only serves to elevate your own. The light in the room is fairly dim and the flickering light coming from a fireplace enhances her features. You push the door closed behind you.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-14T09:32:53Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have a need to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. She picks up a pen and a and scrawls an amount onto some paper before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it in a cash register. Then she turns around and scrutinizes the keys hanging on the wall. Finally she selects one. She tosses the key in a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. When you exit the building the pimp is now standing in his own, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as you watches the snow. He doesn't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push your hands deep into your pockets, the room key firmly gripped and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of rooms over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours. Opening the door a wave of warm air hits you and you step inside.

The first thing to catch your attention as you enter is the woman from the petrol station, who is perched on a bench at the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Her bolero has been draped over the side of the bench and the chemise she is wearing is mostly transparent, she is not wearing a bra, and you can clearly see her perky breasts through it. Your eyes settle on the dark areolas around her nipple which are standing up, you contemplate her arousal, which on serves to elevate your own. The light in the room is fairly dim and flickering light coming from a fireplace enhances her features. You push the door closed behind you.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-11T13:20:29Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have a need to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. She picks up a pen and a and scrawls an amount onto some paper before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it in a cash register. Then she turns around and scrutinizes the keys hanging on the wall. Finally she selects one. She tosses the key in a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. When you exit the building the pimp is now standing in his own, a cigarette hanging limply from his mouth as you watches the snow. He doesn't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push your hands deep into your pockets, the room key firmly gripped and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of rooms over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you walk and you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours.

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Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-11T13:05:57Z

Darkfry:

Honestly you have no idea where these feelings are coming from, but you know why you are here. You have a need to scratch and that doesn't need to be someone special.

You see Jack smiling at you as you turn around and make your way into the reception area. The decor in this room is uninspiring, and doesn't look to have been attended to in many a year. There is some background music which fits perfectly with the rest of place, across the room you can see small glass window with a woman sitting behind. You approach and she looks up at you. The years have not been kind to her. She greets you with broad smile across her leathery face. "Good evening, lovey." she says revealing cigarette stained teeth, you try no to focus on her features as you respond with a nod.

"What can I do for you?" She picks a cigarette that is burning in an ashtray beside her and takes a drag from it. She looks at you wryly as she slowly blows out the smoke she had just inhaled.

"I'd like to book room 102."

Again she smiles as she stubs her cigarette into the overflowing ash. She picks a pen and a piece of paper, scrawling an amount before holding the paper up against the glass. "Cash up front, hon." She croaks, her smile still there.

You pull out your wallet and produce the cash, sliding it under a slit at the bottom of the window. She picks up the money and takes her time counting it before depositing it a cash register. Then she turns around a selects key from the wall behind her. She tosses the key in a box for you to collect. "I hope you enjoy you stay, lovey." Her disconcerting smile still bothering you somewhat. "The room is round the back." She winks at you this time. You don't respond but simply pick up the key and leave. As you exit the building the two others are still standing there. They don't pay you any attention. The woman in the green jacket has left. Jack is leaning against a wall with a smug look on his face. You push you hands into your pockets and make your way down the walkway.

There is a double story block of units over looking the parking area but there is a small corridor that leads behind the main building. The wind howls as you walk, an you enter a courtyard, there are more rooms back here. It doesn't take long for you to find yours.

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Hyde Road - Enter the motel reception

2018-06-11T12:21:43Z

Darkfry:

You open your door and climb out the car, the cold wind once again causing you to shiver. You glance over at the figure standing under the awning, he is still staring in your direction, you lock your car, clutching your bag and you head inside. His eyes track you as you walk quickly to get out of the swirling snow. As you pass him he winks at you and gives you a small smile, his cigarette hanging limply from his lips as the smoke rushes around him with the wind, the strong smell of the tobacco irritating your nose. The incident makes you feel dirty, and you look the other way as you pass him. You push through a pair of glass doors into the motels reception area. The doors close behind you, it's not much warmer in here, but at least you can no longer smell the cigarette smoke, and the wind is mostly quiet while inside apart from the unmistakable droning whistle. There is some background music playing, which only adds to your discomfort. It's not a song you are familiar with but it's the kind of thing you would expect to hear in an eighties porno.

The floor is covered in cheap glazed blue and green tiles. They haven't worn well and you can clearly see the discoloured wear from the front door up to a little window on the other side of the room. The walls are painted salmon and there are some tacky prints hanging in mismatched frames on the walls. There is a dark blue couch up against a wall to your left it looks worn out and is sagging in the middle, covered in a vinyl faux leather, the fabric cracked and flaking. Through the window in front of you there is a woman, you aren't too sure of her age, you would guess in her fifties. She has a large wild bush of her on her head that must be the result of a perm, the colour clearly layered from various failed attempts to try add some life to the dying mop, her graying roots betraying her. She has caked on her makeup, it doesn't do a very good job of concealing her leathery face, deep cheek lines accentuating the frown on her face which tells a story of a life of general unhappiness, her eye shadow is an emerald green and far to dark and broad. Thick eye liner only serving to highlight her wrinkles. She has two stripes painted onto her forehead where her eyebrows should be. There is an ash tray on the counter in front of her, filled to the brim. There is a cigarettes burning it. A thick pain of glass separates you from her. She looks at you up and down as you approach, you can't help but feel you are being judged, the hypocrisy of her sanctimoniousness does not escape you.

"Yes?" She says as you stop in front of the small glass window.

"I am looking for a room for tonight." You hear the words coming out of your mouth, secretly you are hoping there is nothing available.

"Yes, cash up front." Her voice is dreary and drawn out. She taps a piece of paper taped to the glass displaying the rates.

You take off one of your gloves and pull your purse out of your bag, producing the money, which you slip under a narrow slit at the bottom of the glass. She picks up the notes and counts them out checking it twice before she is satisfied. She opens a cash register and deposits the cash before turning around and grabbing a key hanging on the wall.

She dumps the key into a box just to the side of the window from which you pick it up. "Check out before 11," she says, looking down and ignoring you as you halfheartedly mumble a thank you. You aren't exactly sure what hospitality you should expect from an establishment such as this, but this service does strike you as lacking. You examine the key you are now holding, it is attached to a little metal tag with the number 7A stamped into it, that must be your room.

"Room 7A?" you ask through the window. You get no response. You slip your glove back on and exit through the door you had just come through. The man standing under the awning is still there and he looks up as you walk back out into the blustering wind and snow. You put your hand on your head to making sure your scarf is still fixed properly. He drops what is left of his cigarette to the floor and steps on it with a heavy black boot. He nods his head at you, either unaware of your obvious disdain or he simply doesn't care. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes and taps out one.

"Smoke, Sugar?" He offers you one. You don't smoke, it's a disgusting habit, but you wouldn't have accepted it from him regardless.

"No thank you." You hold up your hand pushing it away. "I'm good."

As you pass him he puts the cigarette to lips. "I bet you are, Sweet Cheeks, I bet you are." You stop and glare at him. He just smiles back, the cigarette hanging from under his bushy mustache. He flicks the lid of his lighter open and lights up. You look out into the snow at the room doors facing the parking lot. You walk past the first few before working out that your room must be on the first floor.

Your bag is still in your car, you think about going back and fetching it, that would mean you would have to get in earshot of the man standing under the awning again. Perhaps if you go to your room, you might be able to come and fetch it later. You pause at the bottom of the stairwell for a moment.

*[[Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag|Get your bag now, it's getting colder and you don't want to have to come out later.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Go to room 7A|Head up to you room now, your bag can wait a bit.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Enter the motel reception]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale|Enter the motel reception]]

Hyde Road - Enter the motel reception

2018-06-11T12:12:30Z

Darkfry:

You open your door and climb out the car, the cold wind once again causing you to shiver. You glance over at the figure standing under the awning, he is still staring in your direction, you lock your car, clutching your bag and you head inside. His eyes track you as you walk quickly to get out of the swirling snow. As you pass him he winks at you and gives you a small smile, his cigarette hanging limply from his lips as the smoke rushes around him with the wind, the strong smell of the tobacco irritating your nose. The incident makes you feel dirty, and you look the other way as you pass him. You push through a pair of glass doors into the motels reception area. The doors close behind you, it's not much warmer in here, but at least you can no longer smell the cigarette smoke, and the wind is mostly quiet while inside apart from the unmistakable droning whistle. There is some background music playing, which only adds to your discomfort. It's not a song you are familiar with but it's the kind of thing you would expect to hear in an eighties porno.

The floor is covered in cheap glazed blue and green tiles. They haven't worn well and you can clearly see the discoloured wear from the front door up to a little window on the other side of the room. The walls are painted salmon and there are some tacky prints hanging in mismatched frames on the walls. There is a dark blue couch up against a wall to your left it looks worn out and is sagging in the middle, covered in a vinyl faux leather, the fabric cracked and flaking. Through the window you there is a woman, you aren't too sure of her age, you would guess in her fifties. She has a large wild bush of her on her head that must be the result of a perm, the colour clearly layered various failed attempts to try add some life to the dying mop, her graying roots betraying her. She has caked on her makeup, it doesn't do a very good job of concealing her leathery face, deep cheek lines accentuating the frown on her face which tells a story of a life of general unhappiness, her eye shadow is an emerald green and far to dark and broad. Thick eye liner only serving to highlight her wrinkles. She has two stripes painted onto her forehead where her eyebrows should be. There is an ash tray on the counter in front of her, filled to the brim. There is a cigarettes burning it. A thick pain of glass separates you from her. She looks at you up and down as you approach, you can't help but feel you are being judged, the hypocrisy of her sanctimoniousness does not escape you.

"Yes?" She says as you stop in front of the small glass window.

"I am looking for a room for tonight." You hear the words coming out of your mouth, secretly you are hoping there is nothing available.

"Yes, cash up front." Her voice is dreary and drawn out. She taps a piece of paper taped to the glass displaying the rates.

You take off one of your gloves and pull your purse out of your bag, producing the money, which you slip under a narrow slit at the bottom of the glass. She picks up the notes and counts them out checking it twice before she is satisfied. She opens a cash register and deposits the cash before turning around and grabbing a key hanging on the wall.

She dumps the key into a box just to the side of the window from which you pick it up. "Check out before 11," she says, looking down and ignoring you as you halfheartedly mumble a thank you. You aren't exactly sure what hospitality you should expect from an establishment such as this, but this service does strike you as lacking. You examine the key you are now holding, it is attached to a little metal tag with the number 7A stamped into it, that must be your room.

"Room 7A?" you ask through the window. You get no response. You slip your glove back on and exit through the door you had just come through. The man standing under the awning is still there and he looks up as you walk back out into the blustering wind and snow. You put your hand on your head to making sure your scarf is still fixed properly. He drops what is left of his cigarette to the floor and steps on it with a heavy black boot. He nods his head at you, either unaware of your obvious disdain or he simply doesn't care. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes and taps out one.

"Smoke, Sugar?" He offers you one. You don't smoke, it's a disgusting habit, but you wouldn't have accepted it from him regardless.

"No thank you." You hold up your hand pushing it away. "I'm good."

As you pass him he puts the cigarette to lips. "I bet you are, Sweet Cheeks, I bet you are." You stop and glare at him. He just smiles back, the cigarette hanging from under his bushy mustache. He flicks the lid of his lighter open and lights up. You look out into the snow at the room doors facing the parking lot. You walk past the first few before working out that your room must be on the first floor.

Your bag is lying on the back seat of your car, you think about about going and fetching it, it would mean you would have to get in earshot of the man standing under the awning again. Perhaps if you go to your room, you might be able to come and fetch it later. You pause at the bottom of the stairwell for a moment.

*[[Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag|Get your bag now, it's getting colder and you don't want to have to come out later.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Go to room 7A|Head up to you room now, your bag can wait a bit.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Enter the motel reception]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale|Enter the motel reception]]

Hyde Road - Room 102

2018-06-11T12:04:09Z

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Hyde Road - Check into room 102

2018-06-11T10:36:37Z

Darkfry:

You continue to watch her as see walks across the yard out into the snow on her way toward the motel. It has been years since you have had you hands on a woman's body, the only relief you have enjoyed during your prolonged stay in prison was with yourself and it didn't come wrapped in latex, fake fur and chiffon. The swirling snow flakes conceal her and you look back up at your car.

Jack is still standing there, waiting for you as he does. You press your hands deeper into your pockets and make you way back to your side of the car and climb back inside. You drum your fingers for a few moments on the steering wheel, you would like to think you should feel guilty about this, but you don't and you aren't sure whether or not that bothers you. Jack's not saying anything, that does bother you, he has a big smirk on his face and he's simply looking out of the window as the snow continues its relentless swirling. You know he likes this idea, and perhaps that's all that bothers you about this. You start the car and take the short trip to the neighboring plot, your cars wheels rolling noisily over the gravel that makes up the motel parking lot. There is an awning over the front entrance to the motel reception. Under it is standing the woman who lured you here, taking shelter and sharing a cigarette with a man, he has pimp written all over him.

There is one other car in the parking lot, a white three door hatch back. You park next to it. You switch off the engine, your high beams remain on lighting up the area under the awning, it's doesn't seem to bother the two standing there. The woman takes a drag from the cigarette and blows a puff smoke out toward the cars. The white cloud breaking up rapidly, soon to be lost amid the swirling flurry of flakes. Jack is still sitting there quietly, you open the door and the icy wind whistles into the car. You climb out and look at the bag at Jacks feet, you contemplate whether or not to bring it with you, after a moments pause you decide to leave it there.

The wind howls strongly and you instinctively raise your hand to secure your hat. Hurriedly you head for the shelter of the reception building, as you step up onto the verge the prostitute blows another cloud of smoke in your direction, you pause, you never cared much for cigarette smoke but it is only there momentarily before being whipped away into the wind. She drops the cigarette butt to the floor snubbing it underfoot suggestively. The swiveling action drawing attention to her thigh which you look at lustfully for a moment. It has been so long since you enjoyed feeling the softness of a woman's skin.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel to your side pulls you out of your brief fantasy. Your gaze shifts to the side and you spot the figure coming towards the cars in the snow, the distinctive green coat dress is instantly recognizable and your heart jumps into your throat at the realization that this is the woman from the cafe. She notices you and your eyes lock, at least it feels that way, it is like being in a vortex for that moment, the swirling snow is like a tunnel forming between the two of you. Then as quickly as it came it is gone again, stepping hurriedly behind the
white car she hides her face. Her attention on the hand bag as she scratches around inside before pulling out some keys. The back door of the car opens hiding her from view.

Is this serendipitous second chance at a meeting more than just coincidence, you are not a superstitious person and you have little belief in fate, but there is something here you are finding hard to ignore. Jack walks out from under the awning and stands next you, you can sense his agitation at you standing here still.

*[[Hyde Road - Room 102|Fate, what rubbish, I came here for a reason. Time to get on with it.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Woman in the Green Coat|She has to come in out of the snow, waiting here a few minutes more will cost me nothing.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Check into room 102]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Check into room 102]]

Hyde Road - Check into room 102

2018-06-11T09:01:32Z

Darkfry:

You continue to watch her as see walks across the yard out into the snow on her way toward the motel. It has been years since you have had you hands on a woman's body, the only relief you have enjoyed during your prolonged stay in prison was with yourself and it didn't come wrapped in latex, fake fur and chiffon. The swirling snow flakes conceal her and you look back up at your car.

Jack is still standing there, waiting for you as he does. You press your hands deeper into your pockets and make you way back to your side of the car and climb back inside. You drum your fingers for a few moments on the steering wheel, you would like to think you should feel guilty about this, but you don't and you aren't sure whether or not that bothers you. Jack's not saying anything, that does bother you, he has a big smirk on his face and he's simply looking out of the window as the snow continues its relentless swirling. You know he likes this idea, and perhaps that's all that bothers you about this. You start the car and take the short trip to the neighboring plot, your cars wheels rolling noisily over the gravel that makes up the motel parking lot. There is an awning over the front entrance to the motel reception. Under it is standing the woman who lured you here, taking shelter and sharing a cigarette with a man, he has pimp written all over him.

There is one other car in the parking lot, a white three door hatch back. You park next to it. You switch off the engine, your high beams remain on lighting up the area under the awning, it's doesn't seem to bother the two standing there. The woman takes a drag from the cigarette and blows a puff smoke out toward the cars. The white cloud breaking up rapidly, soon to be lost amid the swirling flurry of flakes. Jack is still sitting there quietly, you open the door and the icy wind whistles into the car. You climb out and look at the bag at Jacks feet, you contemplate whether or not to bring it with you, after a moments pause you decide to leave it there.

The wind howls strongly and you instinctively raise your hand to secure your hat. Hurriedly you head for the shelter of the reception building, as you step up onto the verge the prostitute blows another cloud of smoke in your direction, you pause, you never cared much for cigarette smoke but it is only there momentarily before being whipped away into the wind. She drops the cigarette butt to the floor snubbing it underfoot suggestively. The swiveling action drawing attention to her thigh which you look at lustfully for a moment. It has been so long since you enjoyed feeling the softness of a woman's skin.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel to your side pulls you out of your brief fantasy. Your gaze shifts to the side and you spot the figure coming towards the cars in the snow, the distinctive green coat dress is instantly recognizable and your heart jumps into your throat at the realization that this is the woman from the cafe. She notices you and your eyes lock, at least it feels that way, it is like being in a vortex for that moment, the swirling snow is like a tunnel forming between the two of you. Then as quickly as it came it is gone again, stepping hurriedly behind the
white car she hides her face. Her attention on the hand bag as she scratches around inside before pulling out some keys. The back door of the car opens hiding her from view.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Check into room 102]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Check into room 102]]

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Hyde Road - Check into room 102

2018-06-08T12:42:49Z

Darkfry:

You continue to watch her as see walks across the yard out into the snow on her way toward the motel. It has been years since you have had you hands on a woman's body, the only relief you have enjoyed during your prolonged stay in prison was with yourself and it didn't come wrapped in latex, fake fur and chiffon. The swirling snow flakes conceal her and you look back up at your car.

Jack is still standing there, waiting for you as he does. You press your hands deeper into your pockets and make you way back to your side of the car and climb back inside. You drum your fingers for a few moments on the steering wheel, you would like to think you should feel guilty about this, but you don't and you aren't sure whether or not that bothers you. Jack's not saying anything, that does bother you, he has a big smirk on his face and he's simply looking out of the window as the snow continues its relentless swirling. You know he likes this idea, and perhaps that's all that bothers you about this. You start the car and take the short trip to the neighboring plot, your cars wheels rolling noisily over the gravel that makes up the motel parking lot. There is an awning over the front entrance to the motel reception. Under it is standing the woman who lured you here, taking shelter and sharing a cigarette with a man, he has pimp written all over him.

There is one other car in the parking lot, a white three door hatch back. You park next to it. You switch off the engine, your high beams remain on lighting up the area under the awning, it's doesn't seem to bother the two standing there. The woman takes a drag from the cigarette and blows a puff smoke out toward the cars. The white cloud breaking up rapidly, soon to be lost amid the swirling flurry of flakes. Jack is still sitting there quietly, you open the door and the icy wind whistles into the car. You climb out and look at the bag at Jacks feet, you contemplate whether or not to bring it with you, after a moments pause you decide to leave it there.

The wind howls strongly and you instinctively raise your hand to secure your hat. Hurriedly you head for the shelter of the reception building, as you step up onto the verge the prostitute blows another cloud of smoke in your direction, you pause, you never cared much for cigarette smoke but it is only there momentarily before being whipped away into the wind. She drops the cigarette butt to the floor snubbing it underfoot suggestively. The swiveling action drawing attention to her thigh which you look at lustfully for a moment. It has been so long since you enjoyed feeling the softness of a woman's skin.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel to your side pulls you out of you brief fantasy.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
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[[Category: Hyde Road|Check into room 102]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Check into room 102]]

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Hyde Road - Check into room 102

2018-06-08T12:42:18Z

Darkfry:

You continue to watch her as see walks across the yard out into the snow on her way toward the motel. It has been years since you have had you hands on a woman's body, the only relief you have enjoyed during your prolonged stay in prison was with yourself and it didn't come wrapped in latex, fake fur and chiffon. The swirling snow flakes conceal her and you look back up at your car.

Jack is still standing there, waiting for you as he does. You press your hands deeper into your pockets and make you way back to your side of the car and climb back inside. You drum your fingers for a few moments on the steering wheel, you would like to think you should feel guilty about this, but you don't and you aren't sure whether or not that bothers you. Jack's not saying anything, that does bother you, he has a big smirk on his face and he's simply looking out of the window as the snow continues its relentless swirling. You know he likes this idea, and perhaps that's all that bothers you about this. You start the car and take the short trip to the neighboring plot, your cars wheels rolling noisily over the gravel that makes up the motel parking lot. There is an awning over the front entrance to the motel reception. Under it is standing the woman who lured you here, taking shelter and sharing a cigarette with a man, he has pimp written all over him.

There is one other car in the parking lot, a white three door hatch back. You park next to it. You switch off the engine, your high beams remain on lighting up the area under the awning, it's doesn't seem to bother the two standing there. The woman takes a drag from the cigarette and blows a puff smoke out toward the cars. The white cloud breaking up rapidly, soon to be lost amid the swirling flurry of flakes. Jack is still sitting there quietly, you open the door and the icy wind whistles into the car. You climb out and look at the bag at Jacks feet, you contemplate whether or not to bring it with you, after a moments pause you decide to leave it there.

The wind howls strongly and you instinctively raise your hand to secure your hat. Hurriedly you head for the shelter of the reception building, as you step up onto the verge the prostitute blows another cloud of smoke in your direction, you pause, you never cared much for cigarette smoke but it is only there momentarily before being whipped away into the wind. She drops the cigarette butt to the floor snubbing it underfoot suggestively. The swiveling action of her drawing attention to her thigh which you look at lustfully for a moment. It has been so long since you enjoyed feeling the softness of a woman's skin.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel to your side pulls you out of you brief fantasy.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
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[[Category: Hyde Road|Check into room 102]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Check into room 102]]

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Hyde Road - Check into room 102

2018-06-08T12:39:23Z

Darkfry:

You continue to watch her as see walks across the yard out into the snow on her way toward the motel. It has been years since you have had you hands on a woman's body, the only relief you have enjoyed during your prolonged stay in prison was with yourself and it didn't come wrapped in latex, fake fur and chiffon. The swirling snow flakes conceal her and you look back up at your car.

Jack is still standing there, waiting for you as he does. You press your hands deeper into your pockets and make you way back to your side of the car and climb back inside. You drum your fingers for a few moments on the steering wheel, you would like to think you should feel guilty about this, but you don't and you aren't sure whether or not that bothers you. Jack's not saying anything, that does bother you, he has a big smirk on his face and he's simply looking out of the window as the snow continues its relentless swirling. You know he likes this idea, and perhaps that's all that bothers you about this. You start the car and take the short trip to the neighboring plot, your cars wheels rolling noisily over the gravel that makes up the motel parking lot. There is an awning over the front entrance to the motel reception. Under it is standing the woman who lured you here, taking shelter and sharing a cigarette with a man, he has pimp written all over him.

There is one other car in the parking lot, a white three door hatch back. You park next to it. You switch off the engine, your high beams remain on lighting up the area under the awning, it's doesn't seem to bother the two standing there. The woman takes a drag from the cigarette and blows a puff smoke out toward the cars. The white cloud breaking up rapidly, soon to be lost amid the swirling flurry of flakes. Jack is still sitting there quietly, you open the door and the icy wind whistles into the car. You climb out and look at the bag at Jacks feet, you contemplate whether or not to bring it with you, after a moments pause you decide to leave it there.

The wind howls strongly and you instinctively raise your hand to secure your hat. Hurriedly you head for the shelter of the reception building, as you step up onto the verge the prostitute blows another cloud of smoke in your direction, you pause, you never cared much for cigarette smoke but it is only there momentarily before being whipped away into the wind. She dropping the cigarette butt to the floor snubbing it underfoot suggestively. The swiveling action of her drawing attention to her thigh which you look at lustfully for a moment. It has been so long since you enjoyed feeling the softness of a woman's skin.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel to your side pulls you out of you brief fantasy.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
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[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Check into room 102]]

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Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-08T12:14:34Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieved to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It is coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause, watching, pulling your coat tightly round you, as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a hooker, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. He hands her his cigarette and she takes a drag before flicking off the ash. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours and you can see a man sitting in the drivers seat.

The engine switches off and the front door of the car opens, the headlamps are still lighting up the area underneath the awning but it doesn't seem to be bothering the two standing there. The driver climbs out, he is a rather tall man with broad strong shoulders, wearing a dark blue over-coat, on his head is a broadly brimmed hat with a blue band around it and he has grey scarf wrapped around his neck. He glances into his car one last time before closing the door. The wind gusts strongly bringing with it a flurry of snow flakes that swirl around him and he grabs hold of his hat as he walks for the cover provided by the reception building.

There is something about this new stranger which seems familiar but you can't place it. A puff of smoke draws you attention back to the two others, the woman drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it with the toe end of her high black boots. You continue towards your car, the wind, blowing more heavily now, blusters across your face flicking around a curly lock of hair that has escaped from under your scarf. You make a point of giving the harlot and her vulgar counterpart, who you strongly suspect is her pimp, a wide girth when you step off the walkway onto the gravel. The sound of your footsteps on the coarse gravel draws the attention of the recently arrived gentleman who stops and looks across in your direction. His hand still firmly holding his hat in place as the wind buffs him. You catch his gaze momentarily, looking into a deep set pair of eyes, hes has sharp striking features. Your heart races suddenly and you quickly look away darting behind your car. You quickly lift your handbag and start rummaging around inside it for your keys. You can feel your ears getting warm beneath your scarf, you are afraid to glance up again and see whether or not he is still looking in your direction. Finding the keys, the rear hatch of the car pops open and you reach inside to get at your things.

You place your hand on the handle of the bag, taking a moment to think. It all took you a bit but surprise, never have you felt something like that before, it was terrifying and exciting all in one moment. A part of you desperately wants to meet that person, but that can't be real. Can it?

*[[Hyde Road - Go straight to my room|This is just silly, take my things and go to my room.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Take a chance on fate|I don't know why but I just have to meet this man.]]

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[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale]]

Hyde Road - Gavin Hart - Character

2018-06-08T12:05:42Z

Darkfry:

'''Gavin Hart'''

Protagonist

'''Physical Appearance'''

Gender : Male

Age : 32

Height :

Weight :

Hair :

'''Wardrobe'''

Dark blue overcoat

Grey Panama Hat with a blue band

Grey scarf

Wrist watch

[[Category: Hyde Road - Authors Notes|Gavin Hart]]

Hyde Road - Gavin Hart - Character

2018-06-08T11:02:19Z

Darkfry:

'''Gavin Hart'''

Protagonist

'''Physical Appearance'''

Gender : Male

Age : 32

Height :

Weight :

Hair :

'''Wardrobe'''

Dark blue overcoat
Grey Panama Hat with a blue band
Grey scarf
wrist watch

[[Category: Hyde Road - Authors Notes|Gavin Hart]]

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-08T10:25:08Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieved to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It is coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause, watching, pulling your coat tightly round you, as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a hooker, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. He hands her his cigarette and she takes a drag before flicking off the ash. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours and you can see a man sitting in the drivers seat.

The engine switches off and the front door of the car opens, the headlamps are still lighting up the area underneath the awning but it doesn't seem to be bothering the two standing there. The driver climbs out, he is a rather tall man with broad strong shoulders, wearing a dark blue over-coat, on his head is a broadly brimmed hat with a blue band around it and he has grey scarf wrapped around his neck. He glances into his car one last time before closing the door. The wind gusts strongly bringing with it a flurry of snow flakes that swirl around him and he grabs hold of his hat as he walks for the cover provided by the reception building.

There is something about this new stranger which seem familiar but you can't place it. A puff of smoke draws you attention back to the two others, the woman drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it with the toe end of her high black boots. You continue towards your car, the wind, blowing more heavily now, blusters across your face flicking around a curly lock of hair that has escaped from under your scarf. You make a point of giving the harlot and her vulgar counterpart, who you strongly suspect is her pimp, a wide girth when you step off the walkway onto the gravel. The sound of your footsteps on the coarse gravel draws the attention of the recently arrived gentleman who stops and looks across in your direction. His hand still firmly holding his hat in place as the wind buffs him. You catch his gaze momentarily, looking into a deep set pair of eyes, hes has sharp striking features. Your heart races suddenly and you quickly look away darting behind your car. You quickly lift your handbag and start rummaging around inside it for your keys. You can feel your ears getting warm beneath your scarf, you are afraid to glance up again and see whether or not he is still looking in your direction. Finding the keys, the rear hatch of the car pops open and you reach inside to get at your things.

You place your hand on the handle of the bag, taking a moment to think. It all took you a bit but surprise, never have you felt something like that before, it was terrifying and exciting all in one moment. A part of you desperately wants to meet that person, but that can't be real. Can it?

*[[Hyde Road - Go straight to my room|This is just silly, take my things and go to my room.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Take a chance on fate|I don't know why but I just have to meet this man.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Fetch your bag]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale]]

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-06T10:12:47Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieved to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It is coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause, watching, pulling your coat tightly round you, as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a hooker, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. He hands her his cigarette and she takes a drag before flicking off the ash. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours and you can see a man sitting in the drivers seat.

The engine switches off and the front door of the car opens, the headlamps are still lighting up the area underneath the awning but it doesn't seem to be bothering the two standing there. The driver climbs out, he is a rather tall man with broad strong shoulders, wearing a dark blue over-coat, on his head is a broadly brimmed hat with a blue band around it and he has grey scarf wrapped around his neck. He glances into his car one last time before closing the door. The wind gusts strongly bringing with it a flurry of snow flakes that swirl around him and he grabs hold of his hat as he walks for the cover provided by the reception building.

There is something about this new stranger which seem familiar but you can't place it. A puff of smoke draws you attention back to the two others, the woman drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it with the toe end of her high black boots. You continue towards your car, the wind, blowing more heavily now, blusters across your face flicking around a curly lock of hair that has escaped from under your scarf. You make a point of giving the harlot and her vulgar counterpart, who you strongly suspect is her pimp, a wide girth when you step off the walkway onto the gravel. The sound of your footsteps on the coarse gravel draws the attention of the recently arrived gentleman who stops and looks across in your direction. His hand still firmly holding his hat in place as the wind buffs him. You catch his gaze momentarily, looking into a deep set pair of eyes, hes has sharp striking features. Your heart races suddenly and you quickly look away and dart behind your car. You quickly lift your handbag and start rummaging around inside it for your keys. You can feel your ears getting warm beneath your scarf, you are afraid to glance up again and see whether or not he is still looking in your direction. Finding the keys, the rear hatch of the car pops open and you reach inside to get at your things.

You place your hand on the handle of the bag, taking a moment to think. It all took you a bit but surprise, never have you felt something like that before, it was terrifying and exciting all in one moment. A part of you desperately wants to meet that person, but that can't be real. Can it?

*[[Hyde Road - Go straight to my room|This is just silly, take my things and go to my room.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Take a chance on fate|I don't know why but I just have to meet this man.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Fetch your bag]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale]]

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-05T13:41:25Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieved to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It is coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause, watching, pulling your coat tightly round you, as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a hooker, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. He hands her his cigarette and she takes a drag before flicking off the ash. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours and you can see a man sitting in the drivers seat.

The engine switches off and the front door of the car opens, the headlamps are still lighting up the area underneath the awning but it doesn't seem to be bothering the two standing there. The driver climbs out, he is a rather tall man with broad strong shoulders, wearing a dark blue over-coat, on his head is a broadly brimmed hat with a blue band around it and he has grey scarf wrapped around his neck. He glances into his car one last time before closing the door. The wind gusts strongly bringing with it a flurry of snow flakes that swirl around him and he grabs hold of his hat as he walks for the cover provided by the reception building.

There is something about this new stranger which seem familiar but you can't place it. A puff of smoke draws you attention back to the two others, the woman drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it with the toe end of her high black boots. You continue towards your car, the wind, blowing more heavily now, blusters across your face flicking around a curly lock of hair that has escaped from under your scarf. You make a point of giving the harlot and her vulgar counterpart, who you strongly suspect is her pimp, a wide girth when you step off the walkway onto the gravel. The sound of your footsteps on the coarse gravel draws the attention of the recently arrived gentleman who stops and looks across in your direction. His hand still firmly holding his hat in place as the wind buffs him. You catch his gaze momentarily, looking into a deep set pair of eyes, hes has sharp striking features. Your heart races suddenly and you quickly look away and dart behind your car. You quickly lift your handbag and start rummaging around inside it for your keys. You can feel your ears getting warm beneath your scarf, you are afraid to glance up again and see whether or not he is still looking in your direction. Finding the keys, the rear hatch of the car pops open and you reach inside to get at your things.

You place your hand on the handle of the bag, taking a moment to think. It all took you a bit but surprise, never have you felt something like that before, it was terrifying and exciting all in one moment. A part of you desperately wants to meet that person, but that can't be real. Can it?

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

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Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-05T13:35:47Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieved to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It is coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause, watching, pulling your coat tightly round you, as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a hooker, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. He hands her his cigarette and she takes a drag before flicking off the ash. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours and you can see a man sitting in the drivers seat.

The engine switches off and the front door of the car opens, the headlamps are still lighting up the area underneath the awning but it doesn't seem to be bothering the two standing there. The driver climbs out, he is a rather tall man with broad strong shoulders, wearing a dark blue over-coat, on his head is a broadly brimmed hat with a blue band around it and he has grey scarf wrapped around his neck. He glances into his car one last time before closing the door. The wind gusts strongly bringing with it a flurry of snow flakes that swirl around him and he grabs hold of his hat as he walks for the cover provided by the reception building.

There is something about this new stranger which seem familiar but you can't place it. A puff of smoke draws you attention back to the two others, the woman drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it with the toe end of high black boots. You continue towards you car, the wind blowing more heavily now blusters across you face flicking around a curly lock of hair that has escaped from under your scarf. You make a point of giving the harlot and her vulgar counterpart, who you strongly suspect is her pimp, a wide girth when you step off the walkway onto the gravel. The sound of your footsteps on the coarse gravel draws the attention of the recently arrived gentleman who stops and looks across in you direction. His hand still firmly holding his hat in place as the wind buffs him. You catch his gaze momentarily, looking into a deep set pair of eyes, hes has sharp striking features. Your heart races suddenly and you quickly look away and dart behind your car. You quickly lift bag and start rummaging around inside it for you keys. You can feel you ears getting warm beneath your scarf, you are afraid to glance up again and see whether or not he is still looking you way. Finding your keys your the rear hatch pops open and you reach into your car to get at your things.

You place your hand on the handle of the bag, taking a moment to think. It all took you a bit but surprise, never have you felt something like that before, it was terrifying and exciting all in one moment. A part of you desperately wants to meet that person, but that can't be real. Can it?

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Fetch your bag]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale]]

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Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-05T13:33:05Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieved to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It is coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause, watching, pulling your coat tightly round you, as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a hooker, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. He hands her his cigarette and she takes a drag before flicking off the ash. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours and you can see a man sitting in the drivers seat.

The engine switches off and the front door of the car opens, the headlamps are still lighting up the area underneath the awning but it doesn't seem to be bothering the two standing there. The driver climbs out, he is a rather tall man with broad strong shoulders, wearing a dark blue over-coat, on his head is a broadly brimmed hat with a blue band around it and he has grey scarf wrapped around his neck. He glances into his car one last time before closing the door. The wind gusts strongly bringing with it a flurry of snow flakes that swirl around him and he grabs hold of his hat as he walks for the cover provided by the reception building.

There is something about this new stranger which seem familiar but you can't place it. A puff of smoke draws you attention back to the two others, the woman drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it with the top end of high black boots. You continue towards you car, the wind blowing more heavily now blusters across you face flicking around a curly lock of hair that has escaped from under your scarf. You make a point of giving the harlot and her vulgar counterpart, who you strongly suspect is her pimp, a wide girth when you step off the walkway onto the gravel. The sound of your footsteps on the coarse gravel draws the attention of the recently arrived gentleman who stops and looks across in you direction. His hand still firmly holding his hat in place as the wind buffs him. You catch his gaze momentarily, looking into a deep set pair of eyes, hes has sharp striking features. Your heart races suddenly and you quickly look away and dart behind your car. You quickly lift bag and start rummaging around inside it for you keys. You can feel you ears getting warm beneath your scarf, you are afraid to glance up again and see whether or not he is still looking you way. Finding your keys your the rear hatch pops open and you reach into your car to get at your things.

You place your hand on the handle of the bag, taking a moment to think. It all took you a bit but surprise, never have you felt something like that before, it was terrifying and exciting all in one moment. A part of you desperately wants to meet that person, but that can't be real. Can it?

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

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Hyde Road - Carla Yale, 26 year old female

2018-06-05T12:55:14Z

Darkfry:

Your name is Carla Yale. You are standing in the restroom of the small coffee shop as you touch up your make-up. You stare back at yourself in the mirror momentarily, you're 26 years old, and your shoulder length brown hair has a soft wave in it, you generally like to straighten it but in the moist air there is little point. You brush a gentle curl behind your ear and look into your bright blue eyes as you re-apply your eye liner.

You open your handbag and scrabble through it till you pull out your lip gloss, soft pink. You apply it to your bottom lip. As you purse them together, you admire yourself for a moment, your cute button nose, your perfect skin, your soft features and youthful radiance. You stand up straight, puffing up your busty chest, you are moderately tall for a woman and you straighten your blouse giving yourself a last once over in the mirror before grabbing your coat-dress and heading outside.

You head over to the counter and collect your latte which is now waiting for you, the steam reminding you of the cold weather blowing down off the mountain. The young man behind counter is involved with his mobile phone and hardly looks up as you grab the cup.

You grab a news paper off the rack as you sit down to sip on your drink, it's been a long drive so far and you just need to take a half hours break. You throw your coat dress over a chair near the window and sit down in the seat opposite it.

As you peruse the paper, the headline is Hart Escaped! Apparently some local man has escaped from prison, it's a small town story, reading on, he was some local sports star here in his youth but a DUI incident about 8 years ago had resulted in a death up the road on the Hyde road pass. You look up from the paper thinking back, you do recall the story, the judge had thought him to not be remorseful in the hearing and had given him the maximum sentence. There was quite a bit of disagreement between the locals about the sentence, the blue eyed boy of the town and potential super star in prison for 15 years, it was definitely the kind of thing that got a small town like this talking. You never knew him, he lived up one of the forest roads if you recall correctly.

You flip past the next few pages, there is blizzard warning on the third page. You glance out the window, the snow is definitely coming down thicker than it was when you pulled in here. It is good three hours drive through the mountains, you've done it a few times before and do know the road, but you can't help wonder whether it's perhaps not the best time to try and get through the pass this evening.

You glance up at the clock over the counter, 4:30. Maybe you should try find a room for the night?

Do you?
*[[Hyde Road - Find a place to stay|Find a place to stay for the night.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Try the pass|Try get through the pass tonight, go get in your car.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Carla Yale]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale|Carla Yale]]

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-05T08:58:44Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Go to the hotel lounge

2018-06-05T08:49:41Z

Darkfry:

You are caught in the middle of a memory, and stutter out a half response, you see the figures of some people sitting on the other side of the glass doors in the lounge. Quickly you reply without thinking, you feel your face turn flush but the words do come out.

The mans frown returns, he can see right through me you think to yourself. You can feel your ears getting warm.
"Certainly, Miss, the lounge is through there." He motions toward the glass doors on the right.

You nod, and thank him. The snow you had dusted from your garments has melted on the floor around you and the heel of your boot slips as you take your first step. The water on the polished marble floors is as slick as a well greased pan and there is very little grace in your motion as your feel yourself falling. It's much like a slow motion replay as you feel yourself falling to the inevitable end that will momentarily be you and all your dignity in a pile on the floor.

Hence it takes you entirely by surprise when, instead of the expected pain of your landing on the hard stone floor, a pair of strong rugged arms has wrapped themselves around your waist, saving both you and your dignity. You don't recall hearing the door opening behind you, but it is the last thing on your mind as you look up into the eyes of your savior. A deep set pair of blue eyes, with a handsomely tidy pair of dark eye brows, a sharp nose, a clean shaven face and a strong jaw with a cleft. All too quickly you have been pulled back to your feet, a part of you longing for moment to linger.

Perhaps it was the embarrassment in the situation but it really felt strange, on turning to face the man, he has on his head a broad brimmed hat and grey scarf he was re-fixing around his neck. He is wearing a dark blue overcoat with scatterings of snow from the storm outside on his shoulders. He is tall, you would say a few inches over six foot, and he has broad shoulders. You try to thank him, but your voice betrays you, and you eventually manage a squeaky "Thank you." Again you feel your ears warming and you are certain your cheeks are turning a light shade of crimson.

He nods, and in deep voice that seems to vibrate through your being in a way that really should in be considered unnatural, he simply says, "My pleasure."
There is an awkward moment that ensues, your mind is racing trying to think of something smart, or at least sexy, to say. He looks at you intriguingly for a moment with his head slightly tilted to the the side, before picking up a bag that was standing on the floor at his side. He nods at you and walks past you toward the desk.

As his heavy foot steps walk away your hot flush begins to subside, a mans presence has not had this affect on you that you can recall, well at least not with all his clothes on. You watch him as he walks up to the desk, neatly places his bag next to him and begins a conversation with the man behind the desk. You only realize you are staring when a bus boy interrupts your gawk as he tries to mop up the water sitting on the floor.

You can't stand around in the foyer any longer.
Do you?

*[[Hyde Road - Think things over in the hotel lounge|Continue to the lounge to think things over.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Get closer to the handsome stranger|Walk up to the reception desk to be closer to the handsome stranger.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Go to the hotel lounge]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale|Go to the hotel lounge]]

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-05T08:44:25Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-04T13:31:46Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-04T13:29:23Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-04T13:26:42Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieve to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It must be coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause watching, pulling your coat tightly round you as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a prostitute, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours you can see a man sitting in the driver seat.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

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Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-04T13:20:44Z

Darkfry:

The weather is only getting colder and even though it would mean once again facing greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieve to see the foul mans inappropriate attention seems to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It must be coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause watching, pulling your coat tightly round you as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a prostitute, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The headlights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours you can see a man sitting in the driver seat.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

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Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag

2018-06-04T13:17:26Z

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The weather is only getting colder and even with the greasy man standing there you aren't too keen on the idea of having to come back down here later. You place your hand on the handrail conflicted, then turn around and head back toward the reception preparing yourself for the next verbal onslaught.

As you approach you are relieve to see the mans foul and in inappropriate demeanor and attention seem to be focused elsewhere as he is looking out into the snow that is falling over the parking lot. You follow his gaze to see what has grabbed his attention. You see a figure walking through the snow heading for the building. It must be coming from the direction of the petrol station.

You pause watching, pulling your coat tightly round you as you stand in the cold. Within moments you can make out the figure of a woman, clearly a prostitute, far too little clothing for the current weather, her tacky animal print jacket hardly providing much insulation.

She walks up to the sleazy individual and begins talking to him. It makes you feel less uneasy with his attention elsewhere. You take a few more steps toward the parking bays when you see another set of car lights coming into the parking lot, you can hear the tires crunching against the stones as it rolls in. The head lights are fairly high, a large car, the off road type in a dark grey. It pulls up next to yours you can see a man sitting in the driver seat.

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Hyde Road - Risk the pass

2018-06-04T12:12:09Z

Darkfry:

You had thought it prudent not to drive through the mountains at night in this weather, but seeing those harsh eyes looking right at you is just too unnerving, you pick up your bag and put it beneath your seat, you restart your engine. The man doesn't seem at all phased and just continues staring as you start to pull back and turn your vehicle around. Pulling back into the main road you shudder to yourself, the feeling hanging on you like a bad smell. You leave the town behind, the last street lamps behind you, the road begins to climb into the hills.

The news comes onto the radio, it's now 5pm. "In the headlines, correctional services trying to determine how prisoner escaped." The reception is not as good as it should be. "In the weather, we expect heavy snowfall's over night with strong winds coming off the mountains." You aren't convinced this is actually news as you watch the precipitation around you. The reception gets steadily worse. A song comes on, but you are now hearing more noise than anything else. You hit the autotune button, but the radio doesn't find anything with a strong enough signal in this weather. You turn the radio off the noise more annoying than anything else at this point.

You turn on your high beams, the car's lights illuminating the feathery crystals as they blow about in front of them as you wind you way into the hills. The last of the velvet light coming through the clouds, and the beautiful paint box of colours that makes up the sunset, can be seen slipping away as the sun disappears for the day the darkness rapidly closing in. You have driven this road before in the snow but you take it at a cautious speed, careful in the cornering. The heater has warmed up the inside of the vehicle, and you are feeling confident.

You crest a hill and you enter the pass, you see a sign board to that effect reflect at you as you pass it. It is really rather dark now and feel like you are in a bubble of darkness, the chevrons on the roads edge being your guide. White flecks against the blackness otherwise being all you can see of the world around you. Had you been making this part of your journey during the day you would be see a magnificent view of the canyon, the snow covered forest below up against the harsh mountain faces, the river at the bottom flowing still even in this cold weather, ice packs reflecting against the shoreline, but all that is invisible now in the darkness.

As you round a corner you suddenly spot a mountain deer in front of you, you break hard not thinking. The wheels on your car lose traction almost immediately, you begin to panic. The deer stares into your head lights as you car slides toward it. If you had your head about you may have remembered the right thing to do but your body has tensed up and your right foot presses ever harder on the break, your car starts to rotate while it slides effortlessly over the icy road, you watch as the car narrowly swings past the deer. The back of your car connects with the rock wall on the side of the road and your car starts spinning. You would have probably screamed except that the in the fright you have forgotten to breathe and instead you hold your breath as your car turns round and round, you have completely lost your orientation. There is a heavy crunch as the car crashes into an unseen barrier, you are thrown against the door of your car as it comes to a halt.

You are winded by the impact. In the darkness to the left you can see the eyes of the deer still looking at you as if it wanted you to see it. It then jumps effortlessly over the barrier and is gone. After some seconds of panic you manage to get your breathe back, you are shaking and there is a dull ache in your side where you hit the door. Your engine has stalled but the lights are still on and the wipers are whipping back and forward. The drivers side door is hard up against the concrete barrier and the car is facing backwards. You aren't sure what the damage to the car might be, you could climb out the passenger side and take a look, or perhaps you could just try restarting the car in see if it will go.
The snow is quickly gathering on the bonnet.

What do you do?

*[[Hyde Road - Check the damage to the car|Get out and check how much damage there is.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Restart the car|Attempt to turn the car back on.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Risk the pass]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale|Risk the pass]]

Hyde Road - Enter the motel reception

2018-06-04T10:35:47Z

Darkfry:

You open your door and climb out the car, the cold wind once again causing you to shiver. You glance over at the figure standing under the awning, he is still staring in your direction, you lock your car, clutching your bag you head inside. His eyes track you as you walk quickly to get out of the swirling snow. As you pass him he winks at you and gives you a small smile, his cigarette hanging limply from his lips as the smoke rushes around him with the wind, the strong smell of the tobacco irritating your nose. The incident makes you feel dirty, and you look the other way as you pass him. You push through a pair of glass doors into the motels reception area. The doors close behind you, it's not much warmer in here, but at least you can no longer smell the cigarette smoke, and the wind is mostly quiet while inside apart from the unmistakable droning whistle. There is some background music playing, which only adds to your discomfort. It's not a song you are familiar with but it's the kind of thing you would expect to hear in an eighties porno.

The floor is covered in cheap glazed blue and green tiles. They haven't worn well and you can clearly see the discoloured wear from the front door up to a little window on the other side of the room. The walls are painted salmon and there are some tacky prints hanging in mismatched frames on the walls. There is a dark blue couch up against a wall to your left it looks worn out and is sagging in the middle, covered in a vinyl faux leather, the fabric cracked and flaking. Through the window you there is a woman, you aren't too sure of her age, you would guess in her fifties. She has a large wild bush of her on her head that must be the result of a perm, the colour clearly layered various failed attempts to try add some life to the dying mop, her graying roots betraying her. She has caked on her makeup, it doesn't do a very good job of concealing her leathery face, deep cheek lines accentuating the frown on her face which tells a story of a life of general unhappiness, her eye shadow is an emerald green and far to dark and broad. Thick eye liner only serving to highlight her wrinkles. She has two stripes painted onto her forehead where her eyebrows should be. There is an ash tray on the counter in front of her, filled to the brim. There is a cigarettes burning it. A thick pain of glass separates you from her. She looks at you up and down as you approach, you can't help but feel you are being judged, the hypocrisy of her sanctimoniousness does not escape you.

"Yes?" She says as you stop in front of the small glass window.

"I am looking for a room for tonight." You hear the words coming out of your mouth, secretly you are hoping there is nothing available.

"Yes, cash up front." Her voice is dreary and drawn out. She taps a piece of paper taped to the glass displaying the rates.

You take off one of your gloves and pull your purse out of your bag, producing the money, which you slip under a narrow slit at the bottom of the glass. She picks up the notes and counts them out checking it twice before she is satisfied. She opens a cash register and deposits the cash before turning around and grabbing a key hanging on the wall.

She dumps the key into a box just to the side of the window from which you pick it up. "Check out before 11," she says, looking down and ignoring you as you halfheartedly mumble a thank you. You aren't exactly sure what hospitality you should expect from an establishment such as this, but this service does strike you as lacking. You examine the key you are now holding, it is attached to a little metal tag with the number 7A stamped into it, that must be your room.

"Room 7A?" you ask through the window. You get no response. You slip your glove back on and exit through the door you had just come through. The man standing under the awning is still there and he looks up as you walk back out into the blustering wind and snow. You put your hand on your head to making sure your scarf is still fixed properly. He drops what is left of his cigarette to the floor and steps on it with a heavy black boot. He nods his head at you, either unaware of your obvious disdain or he simply doesn't care. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes and taps out one.

"Smoke, Sugar?" He offers you one. You don't smoke, it's a disgusting habit, but you wouldn't have accepted it from him regardless.

"No thank you." You hold up your hand pushing it away. "I'm good."

As you pass him he puts the cigarette to lips. "I bet you are, Sweet Cheeks, I bet you are." You stop and glare at him. He just smiles back, the cigarette hanging from under his bushy mustache. He flicks the lid of his lighter open and lights up. You look out into the snow at the room doors facing the parking lot. You walk past the first few before working out that your room must be on the first floor.

Your bag is lying on the back seat of your car, you think about about going and fetching it, it would mean you would have to get in earshot of the man standing under the awning again. Perhaps if you go to your room, you might be able to come and fetch it later. You pause at the bottom of the stairwell for a moment.

*[[Hyde Road - Fetch your Bag|Get your bag now, it's getting colder and you don't want to have to come out later.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Go to room 7A|Head up to you room now, your bag can wait a bit.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Enter the motel reception]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Carla Yale|Enter the motel reception]]

Hyde Road

2018-06-04T10:13:54Z

Darkfry:

This is the story of Hyde Road.

The soft snow falls often on the narrow pass as it winds through the crags of the Harkfort Mountains. It is a cold and inhospitable place in the winter months but in the spring the ice melts and a more beautiful place is hard to find. It has its dark secrets; it is a private and unexplored place.

You can either choose to be Carla Yale, a struggling 26 year old journalist trying to find meaning in her life as she passes through her childhood town on her way to a job interview. Mistyhill Creek, a town at the foot of the ice-covered mountains, has too much history for her to forget, although the town has all but forgotten her.

Or Gavin Hart, a 32 year old man trying to escape a dark past that follows him like a shadow firmly fixed to his heels.

Can you survive the perils of Hyde Road, the winding mountain pass? Will the past of Mistyhill creek, the regret, the lust, the hope and passion trap you here with the allure that maybe you will get to see the mountains in the spring?

Are you:
*[[Hyde Road - Carla Yale, 26 year old female|Carla Yale]]
*[[Hyde Road - Gavin Hart, 32 year old male|Gavin Hart]]

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Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-12-26T12:30:50Z

Darkfry:

With your pursuer now well out of sight and the blizzard seeming to intensify, you stand up and brush past Jack. Walking down the street you check the handles of the cars as you pass them. It is becoming bitterly cold, and your fingers ache as you squeeze each handle. About five, or maybe six, cars down, the door handle to a small, beat up utility vehicle gives way and the door swings open. Climbing inside, you shut the door behind you, it's no warmer in the small single cabin than it is outside, but the shelter from the wind from you face does help somewhat. You look around the cabin for the keys. Inside the glove compartment you find a box of cigarettes and old dented hip flask. It is tarnished and pressed into the side is the head of a horse. It's a logo, or maybe a crest, you aren't too sure, but it seems familiar although you can't place it right now. You unscrew the lid.

Jack is now sitting on the long seat next to you, it suddenly feels rather cramped inside the small space. You lift the open flask to your nose, the unmistakable pine needle smell of gin filling your sinuses. Jack scolds you. "I am not sure that dulling your senses right now is the best idea." Jack's patronizing nature is something you have become accustomed to over the years, and for the most part you ignore him. You catch a glimpse of some bright lights illuminating the blizzard behind you in the rear view mirror. You look over your shoulder. The blue haze accompanying it prompts you to duck out of sight before the vehicle is clearly visible through the storm. One, two, three, cars pass you. You look up. The police cars disappear into the snow ahead of you.

A peripheral search of the remainder of the cabin doesn't yield anything else useful and the cold is starting to bother you. You take a swig from the hip flask, the familiar warmth that accompanies the first taste of good spirits works it's way down your throat. You feel a little better. Reaching down below the steering wheel you feel for the edge of the plastic cover panel. Wrapping your fingers around the edge, you give it a sharp tug and the panel comes away easily. It only takes moments for you to rip away the simple cables connecting to the ignition, a small spark and the engine turns over, a small splutter and the engine comes to life. Air starts blowing from some vents in the dash board and you quickly get the heater working, it takes a few moments but soon warn air is blowing into the cabin. Your hands are feeling rather numb from the cold so you lift them up to the comforting heat.

You take another swig from the flask, Jack seems a little annoyed at you but not enough to make him comment to you, for now he seems to be watching the snow as it swirls down onto the windscreen. You fiddle with the controls behind the steering wheel and wipers come on, dusting the gathered snow off to the side.

There really is only one way out of this town, the main road that leads through the pass. Now that you have been spotted here it will be more difficult to simply blend and in getting out of town would really be preferable. You are fairly certain that police will be watching the road.

"You could try the dirt tracks that lead through the plantations." Jack suggests as he gazes into the snow out his side of the car.

It's been a while since you have done much exploring up the slopes but Jack is right there would likely be a way out under the cover of the spruces trees.
*[[Hyde Road - Leave on the main Road|Escape to the pass on the main road.]]
*[[Hyde Road - Leave town on a dirt track|Use one of the logging tracks to leave town.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Steal a car]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Steal a car]]

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-12-24T11:46:36Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-12-24T07:47:35Z

Darkfry:

With your pursuer now well out of sight and the blizzard seeming to intensify, you stand up and brush past Jack. Walking down the street you check the handles of the cars as you pass them. It is becoming bitterly cold, and your fingers ache as you squeeze each handle. About five, or maybe six, cars down, the door handle to a small, beat up utility vehicle gives way and the door swings open. Climbing inside, you shut the door behind you, it's no warmer in the small single cabin than it is outside, but the shelter from the wind from you face does help somewhat. You look around the cabin for the keys. Inside the glove compartment you find a box of cigarettes and old dented hip flask. It is tarnished and pressed into the side is the head of a horse. It's a logo, or maybe a crest, you aren't too sure, but it seems familiar although you can't place it right now. You unscrew the lid.

Jack is now sitting on the long seat next to you, it suddenly feels rather cramped inside the small space. You lift the open flask to your nose, the unmistakable pine needle smell of gin filling your sinuses. Jack scolds you. "I am not sure that dulling your senses right now is the best idea." Jack's patronizing nature is something you have become accustomed to over the years, and for the most part you ignore him. You catch a glimpse of some bright lights illuminating the blizzard behind you in the rear view mirror. You look over your shoulder. The blue haze accompanying it prompts you to duck out of sight before the vehicle is clearly visible through the storm. One, two, three, cars pass you. You look up. The police cars disappear into the snow ahead of you.

A peripheral search of the remainder of the cabin doesn't yield anything else useful and the cold is starting to bother you. You take a swig from the hip flask, the familiar warmth that accompanies the first taste of good spirits works it's way down your throat. You feel a little better. Reaching down below the steering wheel you feel for the edge of the plastic cover panel. Wrapping your fingers around the edge, you give it a sharp tug and the panel comes away easily. It only takes moments for you to rip away the simple cables connecting to the ignition, a small spark and the engine turns over, a small splutter and the engine comes to life. Air starts blowing from some vents in the dash board and you quickly get the heater working, it takes a few moments but soon warn air is blowing into the cabin. Your hands are feeling rather numb from the cold so you lift them up to the comforting heat.

You take another swig from the flask, Jack seems a little annoyed at you but not enough to make him comment to you, for now he seems to be watching the snow as it swirls down onto the windscreen. You fiddle with the controls behind the steering wheel and wipers come on, dusting the gathered snow off to the side.

There really is only one way out of this town, the main road that leads through the pass. Now that you have been spotted here it will be more difficult to simply blend and in getting out of town would really be preferable. You are fairly certain that police will be watching the road.

"You could try the dirt tracks that lead through the plantations." Jack suggests as he gazes into the snow out his side of the car.

It's been a while since you have done much exploring up the slopes but Jack is right there would likely be a way out through the cover of the spruces.
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Steal a car]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Steal a car]]

[[Category:Pages Under Construction]]

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-22T18:33:50Z

Darkfry:

With your pursuer now well out of sight and the blizzard seeming to intensify, you stand up and brush past Jack. Walking down the street you check the handles of the cars as you pass them. It is becoming bitterly cold, and your fingers ache as you squeeze each handle. About five, or maybe six, cars down, the door handle to a small, beat up utility vehicle gives way and the door swings open. Climbing inside, you shut the door behind you, it's no warmer in the small single cabin than it is outside, but the shelter from the wind from you face does help somewhat. You look around the cabin for the keys. Inside the glove compartment you find a box of cigarettes and old dented hip flask. It is tarnished and pressed into the side is the head of a horse. It's a logo, or maybe a crest, you aren't too sure, but it seems familiar although you can't place it right now. You unscrew the lid.

Jack is now sitting on the long seat next to you, it suddenly feels rather cramped inside the small space. You lift the open flask to your nose, the unmistakable pine needle smell of gin filling your sinuses. Jack scolds you. "I am not sure that dulling your senses right now is the best idea." Jack's patronizing nature is something you have become accustomed to over the years, and for the most part you ignore him. You catch a glimpse of some bright lights illuminating the blizzard behind you in the rear view mirror. You look over your shoulder. The blue haze accompanying it prompts you to duck out of sight before the vehicle is clearly visible through the storm. One, two, three, cars pass you. You look up. The police cars disappear into the snow ahead of you.

A peripheral search of the remainder of the cabin doesn't yield anything else useful and the cold is starting to bother you. You take a swig from the hip flask, the familiar warmth that accompanies the first taste of good spirits works it's way down your throat. You feel a little better. Reaching down below the steering wheel you feel for the edge of the plastic cover panel. Wrapping your fingers around the edge, you give it a sharp tug and the panel comes away easily. It only takes moments for you to rip away the simple cables connecting to the ignition, a small spark and the engine turns over, a small splutter and the engine comes to life. Air starts blowing from some vents in the dash board and you quickly get the heater working, it takes a few moments but soon warn air is blowing into the cabin. Your hands are feeling rather numb from the cold so you lift them up to the comforting heat.

You take another swig from the flask, Jack seems a little annoyed at you but not enough to make him comment to you, for now he seems to be watching the snow as it swirls down onto the windscreen. You fiddle with the controls behind the steering wheel and wipers come on, dusting the gathered snow off to the side.

*[[Hyde Road| Choice 1.]]
*[[Hyde Road| Choice 2.]]

[[Category: Hyde Road|Steal a car]]
[[Category: Hyde Road - Gavin Hart|Steal a car]]

[[Category:Pages Under Construction]]

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-22T18:19:29Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-14T09:05:37Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-14T09:04:53Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-14T09:04:16Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-10T11:28:19Z

Darkfry:

Hyde Road - Steal a car

2016-11-10T10:23:52Z

Darkfry: