Inertia

Franky had been shaken awake by the car coming to a stop. He sat up to see everyone getting out of the car. It seemed that he was the last one to get out of the car, so he hurried out of the car. Shuffling slowly to the elevator he waited for the others to get in and all of them to head down together. Franky was still drowsy and couldn't wait to lay down in a bed. When they got down to the rooms, Franky walked quickly to his room and opened the door. He looked around the room, and then thought about what happened today. Franky looked over and noticed the plaque was still in the trash can. He walked over and slowly picked it up, and looked at it. Quietly Franky put the name plate back and closed the door silently. Perhaps Franky would stay here a little longer than he planned.

Franky got up when the others began to leave. He looked at them as they spoke about the Hunters. Franky ignored this, because he didn't really care who the Hunters were. Franky followed Charles to his car, but was lost in the maze of cars. Franky tried to desperately remember what the car looked like, but he wasn't paying attention. As he looked around, he noticed Auria walking to a car, he noticed Charles was in the driver's seat of a car. Franky walked over and got into the passenger seat, and as he did so he realized he was feeling tired. It seems that Franky had eaten so much meat that he eventually fell into a meat induced coma. As Franky drifted into sleep he entered the recently visited realm of the sleeping, but all the waited for him was himself once again. Franky would be having another internal struggle tonight.

Franky got up to eat for the twentieth time and came back to eat once more at the table. It seemed that the others had left, so Franky ate quietly waiting for Charles to finish his business. Franky didn't mind because he enjoyed eating so much. Chuckling to himself Franky sat eating.

Franky got up once more, not waiting any longer for the bartender, and walked over to the bar. Walking behind the counter he began to look for some milk or tea to drink. He began rummaging around when he knocked over a bottle of rum. He looked at the bottle then peeked over the counter and saw the bartender was still at the table with the others. He put a rag over the mess and walked back to the table and continued eating, not thinking he had done anything wrong. He saw Charles had crab legs on his plate. Franky reached over and took his plate and began eating all of them, along with his own food.

Franky was getting up once more, and he had now noticed his co workers sitting at another table. He made his way towards the group, and the workers of the casino looked relieved when they saw Franky moving from his table. They thought he was leaving, and their expressions soon sank once more when they saw him go for more food. Franky had eaten 20 plates of just meat in the ten minutes he had been there, and the staff wished him to leave. Franky soon came back with four more plates of assorted meats from the buffet, and began eating silently once more. He had an insatiable appetite, and meat felt the best to fill him up. He watched as the others began conversing and tried to discern anything he could from their interactions, but could not come up with anything beyond a theory. When a bartender walked over and gave the table drinks they had not ordered, Franky stared at the bartender. Then at Masun who hugged the bartender. Then back to the bartender. He looked at the bartender, but didn't recall seeing her anywhere. 'I must have missed something between the two. Hm. Vampire being friends with a human seems special to say the least.' The conversation was soon directed towards Charles, and Charles seemed to zone out for a bit. Franky stared at him, Charles seemed to have gone into a sort of auto pilot mode, reacting to small things around him but not really being in the moment. By now he had finished two of the plates of meat and was working on his next one when he decided he was thirsty. He raised his head and looked at the bartender. He didn't know how to call a bartender or a waiter, so he looked intently at the bartender hoping to get her attention using his pressure alone.

Franky hadn't seen what had happened, and he saw Masun had arrived, but had noticed another person arrive that looked oddly familiar. She was ragged and out of breath, but Franky decided to ignore her. He was getting hungry and walked away from the group from AREA. Franky went to the buffet, and was seated. He began to look around and collect foods that he wanted to eat. Franky continued to eat and wait for the others to come get him.

"I have never used anything other than a bed sheet from the facility. So I'm assuming you're the one who did something, Sam? Well, anyways, we should go inside and eat. I've been very hungry as of late.. Every since I was attacked, I've just become starving." Franky turned and walked inside and looked around for an indication of where the food was.

Charles had found Franky and was talking to him. "No, I'm fine. I don't want to start any trouble. We should go inside and eat now." As Franky turned back to the casino entrance, he noticed a girl on the ground. She looked familiar, but Franky couldn't remember where he had met them, so he walked up to the girl. "Do I know you."

Franky and the man stood staring at each other for another minute before the man began to feel his pride being hurt. He looked back and noticed his girlfriend making a disgusted expression at him, and decided he had to do something in front of all these people. He stepped back and raised his fists as if to challenge Franky to a fight. 'What is he doing? He looks ridiculous in front of this crowd of people.' Franky thought to himself. 'I should tell him to put his hands down as to not embarrass himself.' Franky then walked over and whispered in a low voice to the man "Put your hands down before you embarrass yourself." To Franky, this was a gesture of good faith, however for the man, it was a message that he wasn't even good enough to put up a fight against. The man instantly threw a punch and connected onto Franky. Franky then fell over like a sack of potatoes and layed on the ground for a minute. He was not seriously injured, or unconscious, he was laying there because he tried to figure out why this man had hit him. 'What the hell... I thought we were on good terms...' Franky stayed there while the man was boasting to his wife and showing off his muscles to the crowd, who had finally recognized him as the Middle-weight champion. After the commotion died down, Franky had finished his thinking and gotten up, he looked for Charles.

Franky looked up from the window he was staring at. In front of him was a massive casino with a myriad of different colors of neon lights. Franky's eye lit up as he took in the spectacle before him. He got out of the car and looked up at the spectacle. As he stood and stared, he was pushed forward by a force from behind. He looked and saw that man had bumped into him, and was looking at Franky with hostile eyes. Franky stood up and walked up to the man. He was of equal height, and stared straight into the man's eyes. Franky was looking into his eyes with curiosity, however his target perceived it differently. The stranger thought to himself: 'This man isn't normal! How can he just come into my face and stare me down... Does he not know who I am?' Franky hadn't kept up with the times, so he knew nothing about this man. The man was the current Middleweight Boxing Champion. Franky stood and stared into the eyes of the champion while it seemed like man was starting to quiver.

Franky was watching the kids play in a little play area when he felt a tap on his shoulder. The finger belonged to Charles, and Franky was amazed at how quickly he was able to find Franky in the chaos of this mall. Franky looked at Charles and found that he hadn't bought anything. He looked back to Charles, and began nodded his head. "I am indeed ready, unless you think there is anything else I need? If not, lead the way please." Franky then followed Charles wherever he went.

Franky had finished eating his cone when he realized he was lost. He looked around but could not recall anything he saw from the map of the mall. He reached into his suitcase and picked out the black walkie talkie Charles had given him. He put it up to his mouth, and pressed the button on the side. "Hello, Charles? It is me, Franky, I have finished my errands and seem to have become lost. I'd like to thank you by taking you out to eat. I overheard a few people talking about the great buffet a certain casino offers, just a little distance from here." Franky then took finger off the button and sat down to wait.

Franky walked away from Charles and the car, and headed towards the mall. He walked through one of the entrances, and was instantly repulsed by the hot air filling the open area. There were countless people walking in all sorts of directions. Franky thought this was madness, and quickly wanted to leave. He walked and eventually found a clothing store, which featured many suits and tuxes. He walked in, and eyes were very quickly drawn to him. A cashier walked up to him, and began to speak. "Sir, you seem lost, is there a way I could perhaps help you find your way?" The man said in a polite, but rather rushed manner. Franky felt that this man did not want to talk to him, and had no interest in helping him but rather was just trying to get him to leave the store as quickly as possible. "I am in the right place. I am here to buy some clothes." "Might I recommend a different store? One more in your.... price range." Franky took out his black credit card and handed it to the man. "Put together ten different suits with ten different looks. I want you, personally, to do it." The man's eyes widened when he saw the black card. The man's behavior immediately changed. "Let me find something in your price range immediately! Its very hard to find clothes made with good materials, but worry not, here only the best is used to make the best. Please, wait here while I go into the back to find our exclusive suits." The man hurried off, and Franky sat down in a nearby lounge chair. The workers in the store were whispering about something, but Franky paid them no mind. After a time of waiting, Franky left the store in a new outfit. He had a black suit on, with a white shirt underneath. He walked to a nearby ice cream store and bought a small vanilla cone. He walked away while dragging behind him a suitcase which contained his other nine suits. He walked around aimlessly looking for something to do.

Franky had a smile on his face, from believing he truly would change those guards' lives with the gym membership. With this their health will be improved, and they'll better be able to accomplish their jobs. With that, Franky turned to Charles and nodded in agreement that the mall would have the best variety. Truthfully, Franky didn't care about the clothes, he wanted an excuse to go into the real world and meet more and more people. As the car followed the path designated on the GPS, Franky built up more excitement the closer they came to the mall. Once they had arrived at the destination, a large mall was lit up in the waning daylight. Franky waited for Charles to explain what would happen next, since Franky had no idea where he would need to go first.