American Gods RP

Saule put the key in his door, and opened it into the small hotel room.

"Home sweet home," Saule said.

The room was "sweet" in the same in the same way that walruses were covered in yellow pokladots. The was a single bed with sheets stained with god knows what, there was a tiny bathroom, the door had a shotgun (or possibly something else) hole in it. There was a rickety desk with maps and diagrams spread on it in one corner with an old bible underneath one of the legs to stop the wobbling, and in another corner was a makeshift kitchen consisting of a plug-in frying pan and a mini fridge. About the only thing nice in the room was the TV.

Saule had decided that a TV was needed to connect him to the outside world a he was currently afraid to go out much (even though going without solar power was bad for him and without enough of it he needed food, and hence the makeshift kitchen).

Saule was a god, but he sure did not feel like it. He almost wished he could have stayed at Wheeler's for some company. Wheeler seemed like a nice enough guy.

It was then that Saule noticed the video tape lying on the floor near the place where there was the not-so-covered-up hole in the door. Saule picked up the video, saying aloud "What is it this time? I haven't even sat down." Saule then sat down and, put the video in the VCR.

OoC: since I have not posted in a while this one is extra long. :p

 

Nikki hoped that Mr. Wheeler would feel relaxed in her apartment. She realised that he must feel that this was enemy territory, though he was in no danger. The whole warring between the gods seemed very pointless to Nikki. She desperately wanted the old and new gods to learn to coexist, though she was enough of a realist to know this wouldn't happen. However, a small pebble could start a ripple that covered an entire lake, so Nikki was prepared to work on her peace agenda one god at a time. If only she could stop the old gods from fighting among themselves as well.

 

Mr. Wheeler decided he might as well relax. He was in the company of a friend.

Mr. Wheeler walked over to the window that overlooked Downtown LA.

"I've always loved cities at night. LA is no exception. You're lucky to have a view like this."

 

"I love it here. I feel that I am on top of the world looking out. I also feel safe here. The concierge is one of my followers and checks everyone who enters the building. You are welcome to stay as long as you want. The god you do not like, she is not your leader is she? Those in charge are cruel and lack patience. It is the same with the leader of the old gods. He is also controlling of those below him. It seems that the gods below the leader are rebellious on both sides."

Nikki offered Mr Wheeler both fresh coffee & tea. She also put out a try of biscuits and sandwiches. "Please help yourself."

 

zaris appered.............

''hey sissy sis wats shaken? ^^''

 

"Ah little brother, we have a distinguished visitor, so behave yourself. I don't want you to repeat your earlier shameful display. Mr Wheeler is a guest in my home, and will be treated with respect."

Nikki gave Zaris a look that told him that if there was any trouble, he would answer to her.

"I hope the solar god leaves you alone from ow on Mr Wheeler, though I must confess I am a little curious about him. Was he merely sent to spy on you or something more sinister?"

 

Mr. Wheeler decided that now was as good a time as any to spill the beans. He was screwed anyway, so he might as well talk.

"What do you know about Media?"

 

"Media, god of information, or the media?" Nikki could see that Mr. Wheeler seemed shaken. She took his hand and led him to the couch. "Please sit down and tell me what you mean."

Nikki sat on the edge of the seat, still holding Mr. Wheeler's hand. She had a concerned look on her face. Whatever Mr. Wheeler was about to say obviously troubled him. She wanted to help if she could.

 

zaris stared at wheeler

{I'll get u when ur out of nikki's apartment}

 

'Quit it Zaris, he's under my protection. I'll go with him if necessary.'

Nikki wondered if Zaris disliked the fact that Mr. Wheeler was in the apartment, whether it was the fact she was holding his hand, or a mixture of these.

'You're not jealous are you Zaris?'

 

Mr. Wheeler decided to ignore the look from Zaris.

"Media, the god of information. Saule was working for her. I worked for her at one point, but certain... events persuaded me to get out of her service. Due to her enormous sphere of influence, it took some effort to get away from her. Eventually, i got away from her, but i still got work with the new gods. My boss sent me here."

Mr. Wheeler shivered remembering the night she had gotten angry with him...

 

''no I just dont like boys going out with u.........''

 

"Who's your boss, and why have you been sent here of all places?"

Nikki squeezed his hand gently. She could see that he had been through a great deal, and could sense that he would be going through more, but she would be with him to share the strain. 'You're safe here Mr. Wheeler.'

'I'm old enough to choose my own companions without you chaperoning me Zaris!'

 

''really! u act like a young 16 yr old girl u would go out with any boy that u think is hot!''

 

'Oh really? Stop embarrassing me in front of guests. We're not dating you idiot. You're too immature to understand empathy. Mr Wheeler is my friend.'

 

''looks at Nikki up close* right and Im the god of flowers ''

 

'Well it gives a whole new meaning to Flower Power! Hello Daisy Boy!'

Nikki started to grin at Zaris.

 

''shut up I was being sarcastic!!!!!!!!!''

 

'It kind of misfired! We really are just friends. Why can't you just be nice to him for me?'

 

''cuz guys r suppose to be protective around their sisters..........''