((OOC: Maurice looks like THIS but he does not start out with the two trucks tattoo or smoking. He also does not look this relaxed. HERE is his usual ref. I don't think he'll be blue in Hecking.))
CLEAN UP CREW
[ The last thing Maurice remembers is storming off into the Texas desert with a terrible Everclear concoction in one hand and a chip on his shoulder. He'd also been very much a member of the living dead. Now? Now he's not sure what's going on.]
[He's sitting on one of the big pretty rocks decorating the Garden with his huge scaly tail pulled around him and his head on his knees. He claws at his mullet as he wallows. He's dead! He really did it this time! And not only that, he's very clearly some kind of hell monster so he knows where he's headed after whatever mistake the little sheep were chattering about is sorted out. He knows it! Of course he's going to Hell! He's a monster! And also a vampire! That's bad too!]
[He holds onto his new horns as he curls into the smallest ball he can manage. Maybe this was a weird desert dream. Maybe it will all go away...]
HOTEL (HELL)
Uh, excuse me...
[A husky horned fellow calls to you from several feet away. He's got his tail wound around his legs to take up less space. He's not nearly bold enough to tap you on the shoulder. He hesitates before asking his question.]
Do you know where they torture people? I think I'm late...
WHIRLPOOLS (HELL)
[ Now that Maurice has been informed that he is not, in fact, bound for the lake of fire, he isn't sure what to do with himself. Taking to the streets of Hell, the newly made demon rubbernecks at all the establishments. Bars. Casinos. Strip clubs. Loan Offices. Yeah, this was Hell alright... He's got a place to call his own with no rent and no power bill. He's not a blood-sucking vampire anymore. He should be jumping for joy, but he doesn't feel like jumping. He just feels kind of numb.]
[He needs a drink. Maurice reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. His old driver's license remains but what little cash he had is long gone. Can't take it with you, he guesses.]
[He doesn't have long to dwell on his financial situation because he is suddenly swept up by a stray wave and sucked into a whirlpool.]
Maurice Hutch | Original Character | OTA (Hell-Raised)
CLEAN UP CREW
[ The last thing Maurice remembers is storming off into the Texas desert with a terrible Everclear concoction in one hand and a chip on his shoulder. He'd also been very much a member of the living dead. Now? Now he's not sure what's going on.]
[He's sitting on one of the big pretty rocks decorating the Garden with his huge scaly tail pulled around him and his head on his knees. He claws at his mullet as he wallows. He's dead! He really did it this time! And not only that, he's very clearly some kind of hell monster so he knows where he's headed after whatever mistake the little sheep were chattering about is sorted out. He knows it! Of course he's going to Hell! He's a monster! And also a vampire! That's bad too!]
[He holds onto his new horns as he curls into the smallest ball he can manage. Maybe this was a weird desert dream. Maybe it will all go away...]
HOTEL (HELL)
Uh, excuse me...
[A husky horned fellow calls to you from several feet away. He's got his tail wound around his legs to take up less space. He's not nearly bold enough to tap you on the shoulder. He hesitates before asking his question.]
Do you know where they torture people? I think I'm late...
WHIRLPOOLS (HELL)
[ Now that Maurice has been informed that he is not, in fact, bound for the lake of fire, he isn't sure what to do with himself. Taking to the streets of Hell, the newly made demon rubbernecks at all the establishments. Bars. Casinos. Strip clubs. Loan Offices. Yeah, this was Hell alright... He's got a place to call his own with no rent and no power bill. He's not a blood-sucking vampire anymore. He should be jumping for joy, but he doesn't feel like jumping. He just feels kind of numb.]
[He needs a drink. Maurice reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. His old driver's license remains but what little cash he had is long gone. Can't take it with you, he guesses.]
[He doesn't have long to dwell on his financial situation because he is suddenly swept up by a stray wave and sucked into a whirlpool.]
AAUUGUGGHHHHh!!