Post by JonathanMcBride on Dec 12, 2013 5:39:21 GMT -5
April 5th, 2013, 5:53 a.m.
As I pulled up to the Observatory I could see the sun starting to come up off in the distance to the East. I looked around for the best possible vantage point to get a good look at the city. Seeing none, I rode the beast across the tile pathway around the left side of the building until it turned into solid concrete, and I followed that to the back of the Observatory. I found a small lookout spot guarded by solid concrete chest high walls. There was even a telescope.
I wasn't alone back here, though. An older looking caucasian gentleman was standing up against the wall propped up on his elbows. He appeared to be in his late forties. I could see he was also smoking a cigarette. His hair was slightly graying, and he was dressed in a grey suit with black dress shoes. He was looking off at the city below.
I turned off the beast, removed the key, got off of it, and put my helmet back on the fender. Then I decided to join the gentleman and have a look at the city. I walked over a few feet away from him and propped myself on the wall with my elbows just as he was doing. He finally noticed me, but he didn't say anything. We both just stood there staring out into the beautiful city that lay before us. After a couple minutes, he finally turned to me and spoke.
"Do you come up here to think about stuff, too?"
"Oh, no. I just arrived here in town and thought this would be a good place to get a lay of the land."
"Where you from? Across country or something?"
"To be honest, I really don't know."
"You don't know where you're from?"
"I woke up just a couple hours ago drowning in the ocean. I don't know how I got there, and I don't even know who I am. I can't remember anything about my past before that, not even my name."
The gentleman turns sideways to face me, while propping himself on the wall with one elbow now. He glances over and looks at the motorcycle, then back at me.
"Where'd you get the bike?"
"It must've belonged to the greasy biker guy that attacked me on the beach after I swam to shore."
"Some biker guy attacked you on the beach?"
"Yes. After I woke up in the ocean, I swam to shore and passed out on the beach. When I came to, I noticed he was there staring at me. Then he attacked me, and in the course of defending myself, I killed him. I stabbed him to death with his own knife."
"You're cold, kid. Telling that to a perfect stranger."
"It's not like I wanted to do it. I had no choice. He would've killed me if I hadn't fought back."
"And so, after you killed him, you took his motorcycle?"
"It's not like he was gonna need it anymore."
"Fair point."
"You're not a cop or anything, are you?"
"No. I don't like cops. I got into some trouble with them a while back. That's really the reason why I'm here in Los Santos."
"Oh. What kind of trouble?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fair enough."
"Yeah. Say, kid, you look like you could use a cigarette. Do you smoke?"
"I don't know. Might as well try one, though."
The man reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and handed it to me. I took it from him and put it in between my lips. He then put away the cigarettes and pulled out a lighter. He lit the cigarette for me and I started smoking it. He put the lighter away and we stood there smoking together for a couple minutes while we continued to look at the city in the distance. After a couple moments, he finally turned back to me and spoke.
"So, I'm sure you're probably looking for a place to stay?"
"Yeah. Would you happen to know of any cheap hotels or apartments nearby?"
"You'll need money for that."
"I found some on the biker guy."
"How much?"
"Twenty-five hundred or so."
"Oh, that should be plenty."
"I hope so. So, do you know of any places off-hand?"
"There's plenty of places in the city. Do you want a hotel or an apartment?"
"Might as well go for an apartment."
"Okay. There's some cheap ones down on the south part of the city."
"Which is the cheapest?"
"The Casa Cristina. Real cheap."
"Can you tell me how to get there?"
"It's on the corner of Carson Avenue and Forum Drive."
"Oh. I got a map over here. I can probably find it."
I walked over to the motorcycle and grabbed the map out of the saddlebag and brought it back over to the man. I opened it up and he showed me where the apartment building was.
"Thanks. I should probably get going."
"Hold on a second, kid. Maybe if you need my help sometime, you could give me a call. Do you have a phone? I could put my number in there for ya."
"Sure."
I went back over to the bike and put away the map and pulled out the phone. I took it over to the man and handed it to him. He got the screen to light up and he instantly recognized the symbol in the background.
"Looks like that biker you killed was a member of The Lost. Those guys are bad news, kid. You better hope they don't find out about what you did to their friend."
"Yeah. I heard they're pretty dangerous. I'll try to stay away from them if I can."
The gentleman put his number in my phone and then handed it back to me. I looked at it and saw that he had put the number under the name Michael. I looked back up at him and spoke.
"Michael?"
"Yep. It's been great meeting you, kid. Let me know if you need any help."
He put his hand out for a handshake. I shook it.
"Thank you."
"Happy trails, kid."
I went back over to the bike and put the phone away in the saddlebag. I grabbed the helmet and put it on, got on the bike and started it up. Then I took off back up the concrete path to the front of the observatory and turned right onto the road and headed for the apartment building.
April 5th, 2013, 6:25 a.m.
Money on hand:
$2,562
Weapons on hand:
1 Unidentified Black pistol - 3 full clips of ammo
1 Knife
As I pulled up to the Observatory I could see the sun starting to come up off in the distance to the East. I looked around for the best possible vantage point to get a good look at the city. Seeing none, I rode the beast across the tile pathway around the left side of the building until it turned into solid concrete, and I followed that to the back of the Observatory. I found a small lookout spot guarded by solid concrete chest high walls. There was even a telescope.
I wasn't alone back here, though. An older looking caucasian gentleman was standing up against the wall propped up on his elbows. He appeared to be in his late forties. I could see he was also smoking a cigarette. His hair was slightly graying, and he was dressed in a grey suit with black dress shoes. He was looking off at the city below.
I turned off the beast, removed the key, got off of it, and put my helmet back on the fender. Then I decided to join the gentleman and have a look at the city. I walked over a few feet away from him and propped myself on the wall with my elbows just as he was doing. He finally noticed me, but he didn't say anything. We both just stood there staring out into the beautiful city that lay before us. After a couple minutes, he finally turned to me and spoke.
"Do you come up here to think about stuff, too?"
"Oh, no. I just arrived here in town and thought this would be a good place to get a lay of the land."
"Where you from? Across country or something?"
"To be honest, I really don't know."
"You don't know where you're from?"
"I woke up just a couple hours ago drowning in the ocean. I don't know how I got there, and I don't even know who I am. I can't remember anything about my past before that, not even my name."
The gentleman turns sideways to face me, while propping himself on the wall with one elbow now. He glances over and looks at the motorcycle, then back at me.
"Where'd you get the bike?"
"It must've belonged to the greasy biker guy that attacked me on the beach after I swam to shore."
"Some biker guy attacked you on the beach?"
"Yes. After I woke up in the ocean, I swam to shore and passed out on the beach. When I came to, I noticed he was there staring at me. Then he attacked me, and in the course of defending myself, I killed him. I stabbed him to death with his own knife."
"You're cold, kid. Telling that to a perfect stranger."
"It's not like I wanted to do it. I had no choice. He would've killed me if I hadn't fought back."
"And so, after you killed him, you took his motorcycle?"
"It's not like he was gonna need it anymore."
"Fair point."
"You're not a cop or anything, are you?"
"No. I don't like cops. I got into some trouble with them a while back. That's really the reason why I'm here in Los Santos."
"Oh. What kind of trouble?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fair enough."
"Yeah. Say, kid, you look like you could use a cigarette. Do you smoke?"
"I don't know. Might as well try one, though."
The man reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and handed it to me. I took it from him and put it in between my lips. He then put away the cigarettes and pulled out a lighter. He lit the cigarette for me and I started smoking it. He put the lighter away and we stood there smoking together for a couple minutes while we continued to look at the city in the distance. After a couple moments, he finally turned back to me and spoke.
"So, I'm sure you're probably looking for a place to stay?"
"Yeah. Would you happen to know of any cheap hotels or apartments nearby?"
"You'll need money for that."
"I found some on the biker guy."
"How much?"
"Twenty-five hundred or so."
"Oh, that should be plenty."
"I hope so. So, do you know of any places off-hand?"
"There's plenty of places in the city. Do you want a hotel or an apartment?"
"Might as well go for an apartment."
"Okay. There's some cheap ones down on the south part of the city."
"Which is the cheapest?"
"The Casa Cristina. Real cheap."
"Can you tell me how to get there?"
"It's on the corner of Carson Avenue and Forum Drive."
"Oh. I got a map over here. I can probably find it."
I walked over to the motorcycle and grabbed the map out of the saddlebag and brought it back over to the man. I opened it up and he showed me where the apartment building was.
"Thanks. I should probably get going."
"Hold on a second, kid. Maybe if you need my help sometime, you could give me a call. Do you have a phone? I could put my number in there for ya."
"Sure."
I went back over to the bike and put away the map and pulled out the phone. I took it over to the man and handed it to him. He got the screen to light up and he instantly recognized the symbol in the background.
"Looks like that biker you killed was a member of The Lost. Those guys are bad news, kid. You better hope they don't find out about what you did to their friend."
"Yeah. I heard they're pretty dangerous. I'll try to stay away from them if I can."
The gentleman put his number in my phone and then handed it back to me. I looked at it and saw that he had put the number under the name Michael. I looked back up at him and spoke.
"Michael?"
"Yep. It's been great meeting you, kid. Let me know if you need any help."
He put his hand out for a handshake. I shook it.
"Thank you."
"Happy trails, kid."
I went back over to the bike and put the phone away in the saddlebag. I grabbed the helmet and put it on, got on the bike and started it up. Then I took off back up the concrete path to the front of the observatory and turned right onto the road and headed for the apartment building.
April 5th, 2013, 6:25 a.m.
Money on hand:
$2,562
Weapons on hand:
1 Unidentified Black pistol - 3 full clips of ammo
1 Knife