BladeRunner

@Lollipop Amon didn't ask any questions, instead he remained damn near silent on the walk to the Snack Bar. And rightfully so he remained quiet, but didn't shy away from conversation when it came up. And that creature still stuck to his mind, trapped in deep thought as to whether there was a wider variety, clearly many more of those things still out there. And there was that girl who like an idiot tried to intervene trying to tackle what Amon could guess was a three hundred pound skin sack of muscle and ferocity. As soon as they walked in, Amon could hear Ginger speak in some accent. Irish, or maybe Scottish even? The red hair clearly gave the woman away as Irish, though he wasn't necessarily sure, and he didn't want to be rude by asking and possibly offending someone he didn't even know. Nevermind the bloodstained and turn shorts and white t-shirt, they didn't necessarily stop to change, though blood must be a common sight on this island. Instead of a vocal response, when Ginger decides to greet him, Amon would simply smile and nod, giving only his first name and a, "Nice to meet you."

@Lollipop @FieryDreams ((Apologies for the late reply, I've been kinda busy. And sorry for the short post)) An explanation was indeed needed. Amon began to grow confused at what Vanilla said, it wasn't often that he drank either, so both sounded nice fir a change. Amon nodded before replying, "That girl had... Ears and a tail. If I didn't know any better shouldn't she be one of those things? You know what? Let's just get to the bar." Amon sounded as if his day was... Am interesting one. He had more questions than answers, and one of them could be the tourists of the island. It was no wonder why people didn't frequently come here, cruise ships didn't sail for vacationers because of things like this. He had better wake up, because the island was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. And it was a lot to process, a drink would certainly help that... Though Amon was covered in blood.

@Lollipop @FieryDreams This was an island of mutated rejects. It had to be. Reality began to catch up with Amon and he could feel the tiredness come to him at a snail's pace as the adrenaline began to fade. Though he didn't show it, Amon still felt that tinge of anxiety albeit just a small speck compared to the mixture of emotions he felt. Pride, confusion though miniscule, and overall confidence though worry. He began to look at Vanillas torn outfit and seen what the beast had done to her. Granted his shirt was soaked in scarlet red and torn in many places, his pants included, Vanilla beat him in that regard. There were clearly scars and tattoos along his body where there were also cuts, decapitating the ink jobs in various areas, though Amon paid it no mind. He knelt down beside Vanilla as the stranger of the woods presented himself, almost ignoring the man as Vanilla introduced herself Amon wasn't inspecting the beast but rather the exposed cuts her shirt allowed him to see her form beneath. Pretending to stare and inspect the creature, Amon could clearly see the old scars and a variety of new cuts. Amon was quick to get his little peeps in before asking Vanilla, seeing a sad expression on her as they both rose, "Are you alright? That thing scratched you up pretty good." God, I'm bad with words, the young man thought. It wasn't as bad as he thought, but it was clear he was concerned for Vanilla. He didn't know whether she was hurt or maybe even poisoned by the creature. Despite that fact his curiosity was fading fast as he lost interest in the kill, the fight, if one could call it that, still stuck in his head. At least Amon can go over the details some other time.

@Lollipop , @FieryDreams All of it happened in seconds, his sprint was almost redirected to grab the girl however she shouted something abd took off... On all fours. His confusion began to rise until seeing Vanilla struggle and grapple at the beasts neck. Then something clicked, and Amon went from the cautious and nervous man to someone with a goal. As he was right upon the beast he stabbed the knife forward at its neck instead of slicing at it. With the thick muscle Amon understood that simply slicing would be effective some degree and only piss it off even more. A sudden shlip! Amon drove the blade into the creatures throat between Vanillas arms, a perfect space to place it horizontally as to not cut the woman. The muscles were thick in the beasts neck but nonetheless the blade was plunged all the way till the hilt pressed against it's skin. Amon quickly yanked the weapon from the struggling creature and gushes of blood covered his pant legs and white shirt, his arm sprayed as well. He then went in for another strike, jamming the weapon through the bottom of it's jaw to quickly end the fight it still had. The man was no stranger to blood, he's skinned critters like raccoon and gopher to game like elk, deer, fox, and coyotes. It always pained him to put down the canines however they became varmints when they broke into chicken coops of old farmers, then said farmers were looking for hired help to hunt the animals that killed half their livestock. It was good money at the time, and they went to make beautiful pelts and such however this case was different. Amon was still panicking within as he'd just killed an unknown creature, one that was extremely dangerous and apparently numerous if he'd guess correctly. He yanked the blade swiftly from its lower jaw and stepped back, Amon's adrenaline making him unaware of the cuts and scratches the creature gave from its claws. "Are... There more of these things?" Amon asked, already knowing and dreading the answer. If the pay was good enough... He might not turn down the he job, but this entire time he had handled the situation rather calmly compared to most others who would immediately turn and run. It wasn't the fact he was scared, it was the fact he didn't call w that fear to override his emotions and he used common sense.

@Lollipop @SilverGirl20 @FieryDreams Amon's mind began to reel as many scenarios played out. Vanilla gave a simple idea; she put enough distance between him and the creature, once it starts after him Vanilla would grab its tail and distract it while Amon gets his knife and stabs it in the throat. That's a tall idea, but it could work, or not depending on what happens next. As Vanilla began motion herself between Amon and the beast, Amon began to walk backward. There was a good twenty or so feet between him and the beast, about six or seven between him and Vanilla who was gaining it's attention. Just about ten feet away was a black object shimmering in the sun; and that's when Amon saw the wood-stained hilt of his knife. He didn't need to turn his head to see it at all, he could spot it from his peripheral to the right and began to slowly step that direction. He then said to Vanilla in hesitance, "I hope you're ready..." For a second Amon remained still as stone until he finally broke to the right. His while form turned and once he gained a few steps he dove for the knife, clasping it by the hilt and landing on his belly. Immediately Amon scurried back up and began after the creature, though he'd only hoped Vanilla had gone through her part and distracted it.

@Lollipop In his defense Amon wasn't taking this all to seriously. He followed the directions of Vanilla and kept close, about ten feet from her in the tall grass. He pulled out his knife, expecting something like a hungry jaguar or even a stray hyena or, like usual when he hunted, a coyote. Instead something came charging, having more so an equin appearance but it was... wrong. The creature It's colors were not like Amon had seen before, it had bulging muscles that seemingly ripped through areas of it's skin... No fur, just skin. It has tentacle-like tendrils and was roughly the size of a large cat, much akin to a tiger or lion if not bigger. As the beast pounced and lunged forward, Amon had to jump out of the way to avoid teeth and claws. It landed done meters away and came to a skidding stop, apparently in offensive mode. Amon reached for the knife however he could no longer feel it's metal handle. He must have lost it in avoiding the creature. He began to scoot back until he rapidly got up, both in a mixture of confusion and fear. Not fear that Amon wasn't ready for a fight, fear in that he didn't know how to handle something like this. "Pouncer?! That thing is real?!" Amon exclaimed more in shock than disbelief. The creature seemed ready to charge again, and Amon was about to turn tail but then it occured to him, It could run him down easily, and being in an open field he had more an advantage than in the jungle where it could easily stalk and bush him with more like it. Amon began to look around, frantically for a weapon. He was strong, hell, he'd wrestle massive dogs when attacked by a rabid one. But this? This was another ball game, he didn't know it's weaknesses, he didn't know how to handle it. The most logical answer was to avoid it's tendrils, but then he'd be struck by teeth and claws. Trampled if it knocked him down, and if those tendrils lashed out they could do serious damage. Vanilla reassured Amon that, "They got this!" Amon couldn't have felt more concerned or nervous in his life. What did he have to lose? He was being a big man in that room, and now he was going to act like a coward? If he left this... Pouncer was going to rip the girl a new one, regardless if she somehow came out on top. There were no guns, he lost his knife, and she had a pair of black gloves on... Just his luck! "Okay..." Amon said more as a question than an assured answer, "How are we going to deal with that thing?"

"Right..." Amon thought, keeping his hearing and sight open to his surroundings. Possibly, these people are lunatics and he made a mistake in coming here, shit, he probably should have aimed for being a shop keeper. But what would Amon sell? Shells, clothes, or maybe even hand crafts? He didn't know, all he needed to do was wait and find just what they were hunting. Amon began to feel an urge to get away as they entered a rather large clearing. Tall grass caressed his fingers and and knuckles, he unbuckled his knife just in case they were ambushed by... Whatever they were looking for. He was full expecting a large cat like a jaguar or even an ocelot, however neither came. Instead what was here was an eerie silence; no birds nor insects chirping, merely dead silence. Amon looked around in anticipation, keeping close to Vanilla.

Amon had nothing but a multi-tool on him, a cell phone on silent, wallet and a pocket knife. He didn't have anything like a gun or a machete, which the former was welcomed while the latter was useful. He carefully listened to Vanilla who instructed him on three things: don't get separated, don't chase things, and remember your way back. That was easy enough, but he needed to ask, who the hell chases things into the jungle? Especially this thick a jungle? Nodding, Amon was ready whenever possible. However more questions popped up when he noticed Vanilla having no tools, no weapons, no random objects other than a pair of fingerless gloves. What was she going to do? Wrestle a jaguar? Amon then assumed that perhaps there were actual lunatics in the area, maybe a tribe or so and she knew how to kick box or even trained in martial arts. He always wanted to learn krav maga, however never had the time to when he was working. Still, it concerned the guy about not having proper weapons. Maybe these people were the lunatics? @Lollipop

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It was either a dream or hallucination. Either or can be very real, and it seemed like both came to life. Amon had not only scored a job but also am actual date in what seemed like years. The girl he was with at that time was a cheat, who he thought was his highschool sweetheart Amon realized she was completely opposite and indeed had open legs. Now he was here, and somehow landed a job and date all in the same day. Now he was following a blonde into a jungle for training. @Lollipop

Amon snapped upward from his seat and said, "I've got my wallet and keys. I'm ready." The man followed Vanilla out the door, relieved he didn't receive a negative action from her but still was dumbfounded himself. As he followed, Amon closed and locked the door behind him, old paranoia of the ghettos of Texas coming back to haunt him. So many game consoles stolen. Pushing away that part of his past, he'd begun to put his mind toward his objective, showing Vanilla a good time... Or would she be the one to show him a good time? ((Would we be switching to another area of the club?))

Amon perked up. They can train? Now? He felt his heart accelerate with excitement once again, the thought of learning how to hunt all over again catching much needed attention. It has been... Years, possibly since his Senior year of high school that Amon actually went into the woods and hunted with his friends. Raccoons, Coyotes, Foxes, Elk, Deer, and fishing even when they went out on trips. It made good money selling the pelts, and using the kills for food was different. Deer and Elk taste similar to beef just with a slightly different tinge of... Something. Oh well, he'd have to wait to memorize it correctly. That was when something else caught Amons attention. He happened to look from Vanilla, who he'd hadn't taken his eyes off of, to the hand and quickly back up. She then leaned in and he did the same, an odd voice controlling his movements seemingly. His demeanor changed almost suddenly, like a light bulb flickering on from the dark room. Gone was the nervous blabbering fool and replaced with an eager and calm man. There was something about his eyes that changed too when Vanilla placed her hand on Amons thigh, like someone else was stepping in for the guy. Truth was, he had confidence yet still had that fear lingering about. "Don't know where I'd take ya," Amon replied with a smirk, his hazel green and brown eyes meeting her emerald green orbs, "But I can take you wherever you'd like. Not like I got a lot going on." He mused, his own hand traveling over to her thigh and giving it just a light squeeze. However what Amon did not count in was the misjudgement in where his hand went, Vanillas inner thigh. Amon accidentally over reached and gently squeezed her inner thigh, whether Vanilla knew it was an accident or perhaps it urged her further. Amon, poor Amon, did not realize this as he stared into those beautiful green eyes. God, he thought, if I lose my virginity tonight I... Wouldn't know where to go from there. Shit, if I made it that far.

"Got it," Amon replied. He wasn't necessarily sure as to what to ask next, his mind was still in somewhat a bit of a haze. With not a whole lot say or whatever topic to bring up, Amon merely asked Vanilla, "So I guess I'm all out of questions. Where do we go from here?" It was quite clear the guy was lost, and it was moreso due to his question. He didn't usually deal with people like this, interviews, sure, but normally he expected a room with a manager or regional trainer on the other side of a desk, sitting expectantly. Suffice to say everything caught Amon in off guard, from the casualness of the woman before him to the room, he'd even expected the hotel to look... Well, normal. Amon would then continue, "I mean, if you want to stay be my guest, if you need to leave I'm not against it..." "What are you doing!" Amon's subconsciounce yelled. "I was... I'm wanting to ask... If you're available tonight...?" Amon said, trying to carefully ask that question without freaking out nor without acting like a bull in a China shop. The breakup with his ex left Amon feel free but exposed, a bit of trauma in the mix for good measures, but enough time passed that he recovered from it mostly. There was still some to go through, but time will repair that.

For every penny Amon lost it around a girl he thought looked good when speaking his mind by mistake, he'd certainly be rich. However his last relationship was what did it to him. He couldn't as so much compliment her at any time because she was always around her friends, and it eventually, and nearly, turned abusive. Though before it could really take off Amon found out she was cheating on him and it just broke the camel's back. Why he didn't leave sooner was beyond him. "Alright" Amon managed trying to regain some sense of composure, nearly missing the compliment Vanilla gave. It wasn't right, he thought, for a man to act this way although she said it was "cute." Her giggles and laughter made the man ease his stress, and it was blatantly clear he that one mess up and he would grow frantic. Well, if this was a mess. Amon began to grow more relaxed once more until his shoulders were fully slumped, the woman in front of him sitting down on the couch. What he meant by experience was simply the work she does around here, what thought popped into his head was something different. With a sigh of relief that he didn't scare Vanilla away, Amon said, "I'm... Sorry about my fuss. There was someone who messed me up good awhile back and it's kinda left me in... A not so liquid state, of you catch my drift. But before I go badgering on again, when can I start with the defense team? Or my training rather."

Amon listened to what Vanilla said and smiled at the thought of hunting again. But he mentally grimaced at the thought of, "As long as the things dead, I don't care what you use." Just what the hell were they hunting? Velociraptors?! His eyes grew a bit wider as Amon realized she said napalm. He was praying that maybe there was some sort of virus that the animals were far more vicious than usual, and that they had to use any means necessary to protect the people. With a short cough to help clear his thoughts, and the dry throat, Amon joked nervously, "J-jeez! It's as if you're waging a war!" Amon then steeled himself and gained a but of that lost composure with the question, "So how long have you been here for? You seem quite experienced for someone who's pretty-" Fuck! Amon chastised himself, dear Lord for all he knew she could already have a boyfriend, he thought before quickly continuing, "-Pretty... Pretty experienced!" There was no covering that up. And the guy beat himself up for it. Jesus, if he had a penny for every time he complimented a woman he'd be rich! Though, oblivious, he was quite honest about his thoughts no matter how sweet, or brutal, they were. He might as well say, "Hey! We just met and I'm horny, wanna fuck?" Or perhaps, "Sup sugartits, let me make myself obvious and be a downright pervert!" Good grief, Amon had a lot to handle with himself alone. That was when he noticed the blood rush to his face, the warmth making his cheeks and causing a hard blush. He screwed up and was embarrassed before backpedaling and quickly saying in rapid succession, "I-I mean you are pretty I'm not trying to flirt with you or anything! I don't know if you have a boyfriend or not IDontWannaOffendYouOrAnything!"

Amon nodded as Velvet left the room, understanding she had a job to do and such. To him it was a good thing these people had training before diving into the fray, otherwise he'd most likely be screwed. And to get some hands-on experience was a great thing too, however it puzzled him what Vanilla meant by world. Jeez, Amon knew he was from another country but maybe these folks really considered places like his another world on its own... Well, maybe she was right about that. "Huh... That's actually pretty neat," Amon said considering everything that was explained, "I'm pretty glad y'all have something for the new hires to go through instead of throwing them into the skillet." It was clear Amon wasn't worried about any of it. He was fit for something like this clearly by looking at his body, and he had a sudden spark in his eyes. He was eager, hungry to get started... After he unpacks and get some rest. The guy was still tired from the unfortunate nights stuck in that damn ship with those drunk sailers, with what their partying and boisterous attitudes. Not that Amon minded, it was that they treated him like trash and a few times a crew mate or two got tossed overboard. Amon would lean against the back of the couch that was just across from Vanilla, relaxing a bit as to not seem too eager or mistakingly nervous, "If you don't mind my asking, what kind of beasts are to be expected? And what kind of weapons are generally used against them?" From his peripheral vision Amon ate Vanillas form up, she was in front of him so he needed not glance down and up at her. Though, he still dealt with a heartbreak, there was nothing wrong with looking. Shit, Velvet was pretty nice to look at as well, however he didn't just look down and engorge the mere sight of an ass or tits, get lost in dirty daydreams like some pervert. His mind was focused mostly on the job, however little intrusions like this were allowed in his book. However Vanilla may not notice Amons little glimpses as he kept his eyes focused upward at her face... Her noticing him would take hell of a lot of luck if not a some grand sense of perception. Why was he like this?

With a, "Thank you," In response to Vanillas compliment Amon shut the door behind him from prying ears. He began to take note of the woman before him, how she acted so... Casually, which was probably what he needed instead of the formal and strict attitude. Well, she was on the clock, so her acting this might not be acceptable, however before Amon could ask about the new job Velvet corrected Vanillas act. Amon took Vanillas hand in a firm handshake, unaware of his own strength. He let go of it and said, "It's nice to meet you Vanilla, including you too Velvet." Getting his mind into the business set however, Amon realized this wasn't necessarily "meet and greet" rather he figured Vanilla was here to fill him in on the type of job taken. And- holy hell her hand was soft! He'd began to wonder about the lotions or body washes she used but focused on the task at hand. Last thing he needed was to take up too much of their time. He walked around the counter and into the kitchen where Velvet was still unwrapping dishware and began his own assault on the wrapped glasses and plastics. "So about the job I'm taking," Amon began, "What's it all about? I know it's hunting and that jazz, but what can you tell me about it?"

With that said, Amon felt at ease. Jesus, he'd hoped he wasn't in the dungeon anytime soon tempting as it didn't sound. He was even more relaxed when Velvet told him that he could do as he pleased with the place, if that was the case a cactus and pepper garden might just come to pass in the next month or so. Although Amon would certainly need to make sure he kept his job, and hopefully it paid it's employees well. Minimum wage employment was a bitch, luckily he's had a better paying job nine times out of ten, it would still suck. Granted hunting might provide a decent pay, if not good, and pretty well benefits, he was still intrigued as to how the rent was free. It still struck Amon odd but he let it go, no use in trying to answer the same question over and over. Whatever was lurking in the jungle must have been pretty bad if they needed a hunting party, most likely tigers and other predatory animals... Whatever was just as dangerous than a tiger. Maybe he could skin the animals and sell the pelts? No, no that would be wrong, tigers were endangered... Maybe, and if they were he'd doubt there would be any on this island. Hearing the knock at the front door, Amon obliged when Velvet asked him to answer it. Moving through a clear space Amon made his way to the door and once he opened it he was greeted with Vanillas form. He stepped aside and gestured her to come in, "Velvet's in the kitchen. Come on in."

Amon paused. Surely she was joking about the dungeons, right. He began to stack the plates next to the sink, dust and dirt covering them from the trip to the island. He threw the bubble wrap and newspaper back into the box, dumping it later into a trash can much later when he got the chance. He'd consider much of the "reeducation" that was told obscurely, and he shivered at the thought of what Velvet meant. Amon thought his stay might be cut short sooner if these people were cultists or just plain insane. Trying find something to quickly change the subject, Amon, after a moment asked, "Do you allow gardens? Not like flowers but actual vegetables and fruits of the sorts? I didn't know of this island receives shipments from a mainland or if you have your own crops growing. I'd actually like to start something small, I didn't know if you were against it."

Amon stated at the window, looking at the sea that was far away from this view. He'd never personally been to a place like this, a coastal area at the ocean, a hotel as good as this one seemed for now. Once he gets a place settled Amon considered giving this hotel a five star review just from what he's seen between the condition of the building and it's staff. Why there weren't more people was beyond him... Perhaps under normal circumstances it was really expensive and right now they were doing something as a holiday giveaway... Along those lines. Amon's attention was turned to Velvet, his thoughts clearly interrupted but shown no signs of aggravation. He looked around to see what needed unpacking first, and from tote to crate he considered each one before settling on the kitchen material. He walked over and hefted the heavy thing, mentally thanking God that he was fit for lifting such weight. Amon then carried it to the open kitchen where he set the large crate on the island, opening it up. As he began to unpack bubble and newspaper wrapped dishware Amon replied to Velvet, "I don't mind at all. And I considered asking you for help but honestly, that would be plain rude, but thanks for the offer. Say, do you get a lot of... "Frisky," patrons? Like the more aggressive or entitled one's. From what I've seen so far people here are pretty laxed, I've yet to see anyone not... Well, nice." ((It's chill))

((Bumping as just a reminder, not rushing anyone @Lollipop))

Amon thanked Velvet a bit shyly, not used to the help but was certainly thankful of it. As he listened Amon expression became a puzzled one and stated, "No offense but... You're talking about the front girl down there... Vanilla right? I shouldn't assume, I just didn't think she had it in her." Amon's statement was a typical one, however it didn't have any doubt in it which meant he didn't take this as a joke. Some people are shy and nice but deep down there's always something lurking beneath the skin, much like himself. But like with any opinion it's either to be agreed upon, added to, or opposed or left alone. Looking down at his key, Amon saw the numbers 334 and questioned just what "magic" she was talking about. For all he knew maybe the staff was aware of Amons coming and viewed information on him, getting a general ideal of what he likes. Nodding as he stopped and spotting the numbered door, he slipped the key in and turned it, the clicking signifying it's unlocking. "That's actually fine by me. I honestly can't wait to get started, well, as soon as I'm done unpacking and doing of resting. That ship those drunk dild- sailors was not the best I've been on." Amon admitted, showing a clear disdain to the ship he arrived on. Once Amon opened the door he saw the blinds were opened, and the room in front of him was... Surprisingly perfect. The room was nothing fancy at all save for the walls and flooring, as matter of fact the living room was quite normal, smelling of lemon pinesol. The ground before was was made of smooth marble stone instead of carpet, however about twelve feet into the room the stone flooring ended with the twenty-five foot length of dark hardwood flooring, a dark brown leather couch in the center with an end table on either side of it. In front of the couch was a dark wood table with a remote on it, a 72" bulky TV against an accented wood wall of different shades of earthly tones. The rest of the walls were blue on the East and West walls while the South was an eggshell white. On the right were two openings, a hallway leading down to five bedrooms and another doorless room; the kitchen. Amon looked around and took a deep breath. He'd always wanted a house like this, built next to an ocean or massive roaring rivers. But that'll come later. He carted the luggage to the center of the room and took the objects from Velvet, setting them on the couch. He looked around again and spotted more of his crates and boxes in a corner, ease rushing along his shoulders and mind. This was actually a lot more than expected, regardless he had guest in his room who helped him out. "Thank you for your help and all. And I really appreciate the job opportunity you gave me." Amon said, unsure whether Velvet would stay for Vanilla or of she had more duties to attend.

So a quick question, and one that might be a common one. For our characters are we just posting pictures instead of actual sheets?

@Lollipop

Amon signed the sheet, not a perfectionist at cursive but it was definitely readable. He smiled at the new staff member and nodded, picking up his luggage and dragging the cart behind him. Things seemed to be looking up, all it took was losing a girlfriend and moving away from his country, and now he had a job?! Things couldn't have been any sweeter. Though he questioned if he'd missed the staff members carry the luggage or maybe they haven't done it yet... Then again this woman stated the items were up there, so he didn't doubt it. Getting into the elevator, Amon pressed a series of buttons, numbers that matched his key. 334, Room 334, not a bad number but hell of a height of someone asked him. He made sure there was plenty space for the staff member to hop in before the doors closed. "Man, can't believe this place," Amon stated more to himself, "So about this job, what exactly do you need hunting? I mean, if the animals here are vicious then I completely understand," Amon then paused for a moment before shock hit him, "I'm sorry! My manners kind of slipped me! My name is Amon, it's nice to meet y'all." @Lollipop