Kurt Scenario 2 : Walking the Block

As Kurtis walked through the doors of Grand Central Station, his eyes grew wide. There were tall buildings all around him. The noise of everything moving was a constant. There were people walking this way and people walking that way. He saw more taxis in one minute than there were cars back in Carlock.
Kurtis stopped and starred. It took him a minute to take everything in. He had never seen anything like this before. He never imagined there could be this many people in one place. Amazed by the city of New York, Kurtis sat down and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The cigarette made him relax. Doing tricks with his zippo made him feel like he was home again. But Kurtis liked it here. Yes, it was different. But, he was ready for an adventure.
While exhaling a lungful of smoke, Kurtis thought about what he would do. He had already done everything that he planned. Kurt laughed to himself, “Maybe I should have put some more thought in to this whole thing. Oh, well. I think I’ll just see the sights for a while.”
Kurt remembered the list of places he wanted to visit. The thing that really stuck out to him was the World Trade Center Memorial. That is where he would go first.
After stopping by the Grand Hyatt to drop off his luggage, Kurtis started walking. He wanted to see all the places. He wanted to be a part of all the hustle and bustle. And most of all, he wanted to forget for a while about everything he was running away from.
As he was walking, Kurt saw a building. What is that building? I know I’ve seen it before...he thought to himself. Then, in a whisper he said allowed, “The Empire State building.” Kurt stared in amazement. The building was tall and beautiful. It reminded him of pictures that he had seen when he was little.
Kurt stared while he walked. That was his mistake. The next time you are downtown, just look at the people. You’ll be able to tell quite easily who is from out of town and who isn’t. Kurt never broke his stare on the Empire State building. As he stepped out in the street, Kurt failed to see the Shelby GT burning up the street. He took two more steps then blinked. When he opened his eyes he was laying on the ground. His leg was killing him but after a quick second, he concluded that he wasn’t hurt that bad.
“Holy shit, are you alright?” Jon shouted in frantic.
“What the hell happened?!?” yelled the man.
“I was just looking at everything, soaking it in,” replied the man. “I’m not from around here, and I know sorry isn’t enough.”
“I’m sorry too, man” said Kurt. “I didn’t mean to yell. I was just confused. It was just as much my fault as it was yours. Too busy gawking at this damn city.”

“I blame the city, too,” the man said with a smirk. “Can I do anything to make up for it?”

“Don’t worry about it, man,” reasoned Kurt. “You didn’t mean to.”
“Are you sure you don’t want anything? A ride, anything?” the man offered.
“Well...now that you mention it...a ride wouldn’t be too bad. My leg is killing me right now,” said Kurt.
“Alright, where to, bro?” Jon replied.
“I was on my way to the World Trade Center Memorial,” said Kurt.
“Hey, get off the road!!” some angry cab driver said from behind the man’s car.
“Alright, we gotta get going, man,” the man said, pointing to the car. “Hop in.”
“Sounds good,” agreed Kurt. He walked to the side of the car and opened the door. “Oh wow. Butterfly doors. Nice, man!” exclaimed Kurt.
“Thanks,” the man said. “Parents’ money.”
The two hopped into the car, fastened their seat belts, and continued on down the road.
“In all the confusion I never caught your name,” said Kurt.
“Jon,” he said. “Jon Doe.”
Kurt laughed out loud. “No really, man. I’m not gonna sue you or anything. What’s your name?” asked Kurt again.
“Seriously,” Jon answered with a deadpan expression. “That’s my name. Jon Samuel Doe.”
“Oh. Sorry,” apologized Kurt. “I just didn’t think anyone actually had that name.”
“It’s fine,” Jon replied. “I get that a lot. It’s like my parents wanted me to live a life blended into the society, but that didn’t work out as planned.”
“I see,” murmured Kurt. He felt awkward for saying what he did.
Silence filled the interior of the car, casted away from the busy city, separated by a single pane of glass. Jon dug out his pack of cigarettes and gestured an offering.
“You smoke?” Jon asked.
“Yeah. Got mine right here,” replied Kurt as he pulled out his pack of Camels.
“Oh, nice,” Jon admired. “Got a Zippo, too?” He pulled his out.
“Yes!!!” exclaimed Kurtis. “I’ve used it ever since I was eighteen years old. Haven’t met too many other people with one either.”
“Oh yeah? Where ya from, stranger?” Jon asked.
“A tiny town called Carlock, Illinois. The name is Kurtis May, by the way. But call me Kurt,” answered Kurt.
“Oh, things are different in cities, Kurt,” Jon explained. “Every body has a high demand for the ‘cool’ items, hence the car.” His arms moved around the interior with a lit cigarette in hand.

“It sure is a nice one,” complimented Kurt. “So, are you from around here?”

“Actually, no,” Jon told Kurt. “I came up here to start anew. I’m tired of living the life that my parents have made me live for years. I hate that shit.”

“That’s awesome. I’m trying to start something new, too. But seriously, love ‘em while you can, man. They won’t be around forever,” said Kurt. He grew quiet for a moment.

“Why do you say that?” Jon asked as he took a drag.

“Actually... My parents died in a house fire a couple weeks ago,” answered Kurt.

“Oh...” Jon responded. “That sucks, bro. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not here for sympathy. You just gotta move on,” said Kurt.

“Very true,” Jon said. “You sound like a pretty wise guy.”

Kurt laughed. “I don’t know about all that. I just do a lot of thinking.”

“Yeah, I gotcha,” Jon acknowledged. “Well, looks like we’re here, bro.” They both looked through the windshield and their mouth dropped. “Woah, what a sight.”

Kurt broke his stare and turned to Jon. “Thanks for the ride, man. You’re a pretty cool guy. Good luck with the whole ‘starting over’ thing.”

“You, too,” Jon replied as Kurt opened his door and got out of the car.

Kurt looked up at the World Trade Memorial. He felt a shiver go all the way down his back. It was crazy for him. The events of 9/11 happened over ten years ago but this spot still had a whirlwind of emotion. Everyone in the nation was affected that day. These were the thoughts that ran through Kurt’s head as he walked through the doors of the Museum.

Jon Doe: Scenario 2 -- Driving in the City

“Now that I’m here in this grand city in the early morning, what am I going to do?” Jon rambled off to himself after his car peeked out of the Holland tunnel into New York. He quickly sorted through a list of attractions in his head.

“Comedy club,” he said to himself. “I could go to the Broadway Comedy Club in the middle of the city and see most of the sights on the way there, like the New York Library, or even better... The Empire State Building.”

Jon maneuvered his white and blue Shelby GT350 through a few crowded city turns and finally made it onto 6th Avenue. He stuck to it for a few blocks; he noticed that 5th Avenue came onto his GPS screen.

“The building is on 5th Avenue, isn’t it?” He reasoned. “I have to get over a block.” He turned right onto 23rd Street and eased down a block.

“Wait,” he thought. “Isn’t 5th a one-way southbound?” He cruised up to the stop light and examined. “Damn, it is.” He looked down to his GPS for an alternative. “Alright, I guess I’ll take Madison Avenue north and miss the Empire by about a block. It’s a huge building, so I still will be able to see the magnificence.” After the light went green, he cruised on up to the next light and turned left onto Madison Avenue.

After he passed the intersection of 32nd and Madison, Jon began to get distracted by the once-tallest building in America.

“Woah,” he gasped at the sight and kept his eyes locked on it for a while. The next thing he knew, he heard a loud thud. Jon turned back to see a man falling off of his hood. He threw his door up and slung the car into Park. He ran over to see a young man with long hair lying on the ground in front of his car, feeling his left leg to make sure it wasn’t too injured.

“Holy shit, are you alright?” Jon shouted, frantic.

“What the hell happened?!?” yelled the man.
“I was just looking at everything, soaking it in,” replied Jon. “I’m not from around here, and I know sorry isn’t enough.”
“I’m sorry too, man” said the man. “I didn’t mean to yell. I was just confused. It was just as much my fault as it was yours. Too busy gawking at this damn city.”

“I blame the city, too,” Jon said with a smirk. “Can I do anything to make up for it?”

“Don’t worry about it, man,” reasoned the man. “You didn’t mean to.”
“Are you sure you don’t want anything? A ride, anything?” Jon offered.
“Well... Now that you mention it... A ride wouldn’t be too bad. My leg is killing me right now,” said the man.
“Alright, where to, bro?” Jon replied. Jon was slightly relieved that his victim didn’t want to pursue anything legally. He would not be able to deal with anything like that this far away from home, especially since his parents knew nothing about his travel.
“I was on my way to the World Trade Center Memorial,” said the man.
“Hey, get off the road!!” some angry cab driver said from behind Jon’s car.
“Alright, we gotta get going, man,” Jon said, pointing to the car. “Hop in.”
“Sounds good,” agreed Kurt. He walked to the side of the car and opened the door. “Oh wow. Butterfly doors. Nice, man!” exclaimed the man.
“Thanks,” Jon said. “Parents’ money.” He chuckled to himself quietly.
The two hopped into the car, fastened their seat belts, and continued on down the road.
“In all the confusion, I never caught your name,” said the man.
“Jon,” Jon said. “Jon Doe.”
The man laughed out loud. “No really, man. I’m not gonna sue you or anything. What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Seriously,” Jon answered with a deadpan expression. “That’s my name. Jon Samuel Doe.”
“Oh. Sorry,” the man apologized. “I just didn’t think anyone actually had that name.”
“It’s fine,” Jon replied. “I get that a lot. It’s like my parents wanted me to live a life blended into the society, but that didn’t work out as planned.” Jon resented his parents for their ignorance. The least they could have done was name him Jonathan, but instead, all they did was drop an “H.”
“I see,” murmured the man.
Silence filled the interior of the car, cast away from the busy city, separated by a single pane of glass. Jon dug out his pack of cigarettes and gestured an offering.
“You smoke?” Jon asked.
“Yeah,” replied the man as he pulled out his pack of Camels. “Got mine right here.”
“Oh, nice,” Jon admired. “Got a Zippo, too?” He pulled his lighter out.
“Yes!” exclaimed the man. “I’ve used it ever since I was eighteen years old. Haven’t met too many other people with one either.”
“Oh yeah? Where ya from, stranger?” Jon asked.
“A tiny town called Carlock, Illinois,” he answered. “The name is Kurtis May, by the way. But call me Kurt.”
“Oh, things are different in cities, Kurt,” Jon explained. “Every body has a high demand for the ‘cool’ items, hence the car.” His arms moved around the interior with a lit cigarette in hand.

“It sure is a nice one,” complimented Kurt. “So, are you from around here?”

“Actually, no,” Jon told Kurt. “I came up here to start anew. I’m tired of living the life that my parents have made me live for years. I hate that shit.”

“That’s awesome. I’m trying to start something new, too. But seriously, love ‘em while you can, man. They won’t be around forever,” said Kurt. He grew quiet for a moment.

“Why do you say that?” Jon asked as he took a drag.

“Actually... My parents died in a house fire a couple weeks ago,” answered Kurt. Kurt tucked his Zippo back into his pocket and kept the pack of cigarettes in hand.

“Oh...” Jon responded. “That sucks, bro. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not here for sympathy. You just gotta move on,” said Kurt.

“Very true,” Jon said. “You sound like a pretty wise guy.”

Kurt laughed. “I don’t know about all that. I just do a lot of thinking.”

“Yeah, I gotcha,” Jon acknowledged. “Well, looks like we’re here, bro.” They both looked through the windshield and their mouth dropped. “Woah, what a sight.” Jon’s eyes looked over the barrier ahead, down to the 9/11 Memorial waterfalls, and back up to the twin buildings that stand tall, cast shadows down several city blocks as the World Trade Center was rebuilt.

Kurt broke his stare and turned to Jon. “Thanks for the ride, man. You’re a pretty cool guy. Good luck with the whole ‘starting over’ thing.”

“You, too,” Jon replied as Kurt opened his door, got out of the car, and closed the door behind him.

Hmm, Jon thought to himself. You don’t meet guys like that on a regular basis. He put his car back in gear after dropping off his new-found acquaintance and drove away. He turned his radio up and rolled his windows down, soaking in everything that New York had to offer; the beauty of architecture, the sounds of a bustling city, the smell of famous New York pizza places. I’ll have to get lunch after getting to Broadway.
Jon made his way back onto 6th Avenue, but stayed on it this time. He kept his speed, just cruising, stopping, cruising, stopping, just like the rest of those who drive in New York. From stop light to stop light, Jon stayed patient, not by choice, but simply by emotion. He was happy to be from his cut-out of a life and enjoyed the freedom of being alone.

He kept on his pace of driving until he came up to the Mid-Manhattan Library, where he slowed slightly and peeked through a corridor of trees into Bryant Park, which laid behind the Public Library.

“It looks so relaxing...” Jon said to himself as he glanced up to his rear view mirror to see an ambulance approaching. “... Until this happens.” He made his way over to the right side of the road and out of the way of the emergency vehicle while other people, the “locals” didn’t care for it at all, like their life was more important than the one that was in that rescue vehicle.

The ambulance sped by with lights and sirens blaring. After it passed, Jon noticed that it was from Bluehill, New Jersey. What is an ambulance from New Jersey doing here in New York? Jon asked himself as he turned his left blinker on in order to join back into the ever-congested traffic.

“In one-half mile, turn left,” Jon GPS navigation system stated over the music after he made it through the intersection.

He manipulated the traffic to his liking, sliding in and out of the cars for the next half mile until he came up to his intersection of the Avenue of the Americas and 53rd Street.

“Turn left now,” the GPS said. Jon slowly rolled through the green light and left onto the  next road. “In point two-BEEP,” the car’s speakers let out as Jon turned off his navigation system. I’ll know when I’m there, he thought to himself.

After a couple of blocks, he noticed a small marquee standing out over the sidewalk. In big, blue, cursive letters spelled out the word, “Broadway,” and smaller underneath was “Comedy Club.” It was the little artistic touches that Jon always noticed, so he admired this layout for the sign.

I’ll have to come back tonight and catch a show, I guess, Jon planned as he continued on down the road. Time to find a hotel and get some sleep. Jon glided his car back toward Grand Central station, where he figured there would be a lot of hotels available. Jon gracefully weaved through traffic, and before he knew it, Grand Central was in view.
“Let’s make this simple,” Jon told himself, looking around. “Simple enough. The only one I see is Grand Hyatt.”

Jon parallel-parked his car on the right side of the road and walked across the street to get a room the Grand Hyatt hotel. He was so tired after driving through the night from Durham to New York City that he could no longer appreciate everything that the Big Apple had to offer. He made his way to the receptionist's desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” the lady at the desk asked in an inviting manner.

“Yeah, do you have any vacancies?” Jon inquired.

“Yes, we do,” she answered back. “Do you have any ideas of price?”

“I’m just looking for a place to stay and sleep while I’m here,” Jon replied.

“Oh, how many days do you plan on staying?” she asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” Jon shrugged. “Can I pay day by day until I leave?”

“Sure, but...” she continued. “... If you don’t plan on staying more than a week, I think I can save you some money. You seem like a pretty straightforward guy and don’t look like the average tourist. Maybe you could stay in my employee room here for a few days free of charge until you can get some things figure out? And maybe we could hang out sometime and get to know each other. By the way, if you haven’t already seen my name-tag, my name is Rachel.”

“As long as I can get some sleep first, Rachel, why not?” Jon said back. “The name is Jon.”

“Great!” Rachel said excitedly. “Here’s a copy of my room key, Jon. It’s on the top floor, room 537. Go ahead, grab a shower, and I’ll be up after awhile. If you are already asleep, I’ll just go ahead and get your suit dry-cleaned here at Grand Hyatt, on me.”

“Wow, thanks,” Jon acknowledged surprised.

“No problem,” she said back with a big smile. “See ya later!”

Jon walked over to the elevator and hit the up button. A girl walked up behind him with dark curly hair, and pretty blue eyes. Even though Jon’s exhaustion hindered him from admiring the city, he could still tell that this girl was a looker. The elevator doors opened and the two walked in. Jon pressed the “5” and she hit the “3.” After the door closed and the elevator began to ascend, Jon cleared his throat and sparked a conversation.

“What a city,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s very pretty,” she replied. “And a good place to try to get my wrong-doing ex-boyfriend off my mind.”

“Yeah, I could see that,” Jon stated. Elevator music was the only sound for a moment. “I mean the city being able to do that. Not your ex doing that. Some guys are douche bags and ruin it for the rest of us.”

“What do you mean by that?” the girl looked at him, puzzled.

“I mean that now you won’t put yourself out there as much as you did before in fear that you may be falling for the wrong guy again,” Jon explained. “You won’t be yourself in relationships and will run away from any guy that you feel even the smallest of feelings for.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” the girl disclosed as the elevator bell ran at the 3rd floor and the door opened. “I met this guy on the train on the way here last night, and thought that I was starting to like him, so I ran away after he fell asleep. I think his name was Kurt.”

“We all fear what hurts us,” Jon jumped back in without really listening, due to his drowsy state. “Maybe in order to get over your ex, you need to find someone new.”

“I guess you’re right,” she replied back as she stepped out of the elevator. “By the way, my name is Adeline Fair, but I go by Addy.” The doors began to close.

“My name is Jon,” he said hurried. “Jon-” The elevator doors closed. “Doe.”

The silence made time go by faster. Jon blinked once and the doors were already opening to the 5th floor. He made his way to Room 537, swiped the card, and entered to see nothing but pink, but he didn’t care. He laid down on the bed, fully clothed, and passed out.

Texas Jack 2: Takin' a Punch

Texas Jack was going to go out and try to drink some of his problems away. He walked into his first bar, and he was having quite a few beers. Soon a few city boys started to mess with Jack. Jack was a country boy and was taught not to take any shit, so he stood up.

Then the first one swung at Jack, and he got knocked out by a left hook. The other guys rushed Jack, but he kept dropping them as they kept coming.

Soon the fight was over, and Jack sat down to finish his beer. That was when the cops rushed in and arrested him.

So Jack was taken to jail and while he was in the jail getting booked, he looked over and noticed a guy who looked like some kind of male model. When he was getting released, Jack hollered out saying. "I wana beat his ass now!"

Then the authorities decided to stop Jack's release, and he got thrown in the drunk tank to sleep it of.f When Jack woke up, he did not know where he was or what he had done. Then he saw the Chief of Police coming into the back.

The chief grabbed Jack and said, "Get the hell out of his jail. He told Jack, "I am going to keep an eye on you, so you need to keep your ass outa trouble."

Jack told him he would, and Jack left NYPD. The cowboy went to walk around the city to try to find a bank.

Andy Scenario 2 -- A Heart for Excitement

Hurry up, team ,we’ve gotta get this man to New York before its too late. They were finally on their way to New York full roar in the ambulance. This would be the first time that anybody had been taken across states for a medical procedure.  As the ambulance gets to the hospital karren andy’s mom tells andy that when she was following the ambulance across the brooklyn bridge she seen a girl dart across the road weaving in and out of traffic trying to get to the other side. She stopped on the side of the road to ask the girl what she was diong and she said that she just wanted the adrenaline rush. Her name was Leah and she was an adrenaline junkie. Karren had told andy this to try and relieve some tension cosidering the stress he was under. After several hours of of surgery andy has a new heart and he feels like a new man. His time as a patient is over and so is his patience. In the middle of the night andy wakes up his new heart pounding he has to get out he needs to be free. He opens his window and jumps. Being on the first floor the hospital wasn’t hardly off the ground. He starts running down the street and makes his way to the his mom karren is staying at. He goes into the room where his mom is staying and convinces her he was released. She tells him to get some rest. The next day he wakes up to a pair of shoes,jeans, and a shirt sitting on the bed with an envelope.He opens the envelope and finds a letter from his mom stating that she heard he escaped and she didnt want to deal with a liar. The other part of the envelope contained 5 100 dollar bills.

Colter --- Scenario 2 --- The Empire Strikes Back

Finally arriving to New York, he was relieved.  Where was he going to go though he had to find work immediately!  Wanted to become a model but if not.  That could easily be fixed with another job until a modeling one opened.  He figured with a quick trip to the Empire State building to find jobs he would have some luck.  There are always employers looking for people wanting jobs.   Someone who is good looking and could have possibly brought more attention to the work area.  He knew he had the qualities that fit any job the best.  How to get noticed, he would find out once he got there.  

A quick trip on the train to the Empire State Building, with the money he had left he would use to buy a quick train ticket at Grand Central Station.  Awaiting the train he could hear the large engine roar through the passage way.  So loud it pierced the child's ear next to him.  As the child hunched over into the fetal position he noticed a young lady.  A very delightful looking lady.  She seemed quite familiar though.  Where had he seen her before?  Maybe it was deja vu.  He just stared at her tried to reminisce about her.  He got no where.  When all of a sudden, BAM, it seemed as if his bladder was going to explode he headed to the bath room on the train.  After washing his hands he headed back to his seat, and awaited his arrival.  Arriving finally at the second train station, he headed on his way.  The Big Apple was so big compared to home, but not so big that it spun his head around twice.  He looked at his map on his phone so he could get directions on where to go and continued to make his way there.  Stupid him though he accidentally jay walked as soon as a cop passed by.  The cop was new and was a real tough cookie.  He didn’t like Colter’s attitude so he decided to put him in the back of the car and head on down to the police station.  He wasn’t in there long but it surely shook him up enough that he was much more careful the next time he came to a cross walk.  After all that he went through he finally had made it to the Empire State building.  

Jasmine -- Scenario 2 --- New York's Finest

When she finally made her way into the city she was so overwhelmed that she hadn't realized that she was headed straight for the NYPD station in the middle of town. Well she definitely didn't want to site see in there so she was going to go on her way to view Wall Street. As she was driving by the station she saw the officers taking some old, nasty, looking guy out of a cop car and taking him into the headquarters. She was glad those kind of looking people were behind bars. He looked like one of those creepy rapist guys.

When she finally made her way away from the NYPD she felt this feeling of relief come over here. So she finally made her way to Wall Street to see all the sites before she made it to her hotel where she would stay tonight. And in the morning she would go down to 5th street and observe all the stores. And maybe do a little shopping as well.

Matthew -- Scenario 2 ---- Luck Derailed

It was another one of those days for Matthew thinking, debating, wondering if what he is doing is the right thing to do, now a days who knew, who was anyone to judge for the actions of an individual. He has always believed in righteous reprieve , but not this time, this time he was out for vengeance.  Every step he took he felt more and more lost , but at the same time he felt a sense of relief knowing he could finish what he set out to do at any moment at any time.  All day long he constantly told himself follow through with this, but now he was even debating that thinking is this what I really want to do what really needs to happen, but the sense of “of course it does a life for a life” always came to mind and that brought him back to the state of mind he needed to be in if he would ever follow through with this.  He thought about this all the time , but know that he was heading to his destination, getting closer and closer and thoughts of “what could”, “what should” was getting stronger and stronger and he knew either way these thoughts would still rush to mind at the thought of the events that lead him to think point, in the Big Apple.  He took the subway all the way to the subway station he looked at his watch it said 6:54, the subway was to leave at 7:00 so he rushed to grab a seat on the subway before it left. It was nope 6:59 and the training was prepping up to head out, he made it , but only barely, but not before he ran into someone who was also boarding the train the same time he was, Matthew just glanced at the stumbling man and had an overwhelming sense of deja vu, I knew this man , but where have I seen him before, it doesn’t matter he wasn’t here for that.  The subway ride seemed like it was taking forever , but wasn’t everything like that nowadays barely a beginning, never an end worth remembering.  The whole time on the train the man he ran into kept staring at him never taking his eye off of Matthew.  He kept starring with a look that was ominous, driven, kind of reminds him of someone.  He left on the china town stop, after that Matthew starting having thoughts of “I know him , but from where” and “where have I seen him before,”  these thoughts were flooding into his mind almost as much as what he was here to do, if it was so important that he couldn’t stop thinking of it then why couldn’t he remember.  His train finally stopped and he stepping off and a thought was captured in his mind, not a picture, or any message, but a name,  Sam.

Sam Frost -- Scenario 2 --- A China Town Trip

Sam woke up to the sound of screeching of the wheels from the plane. Sam got up and headed towards the cargo. Sam switch his cloths once more and grabbed his bag, He climbed down the wheels again and walked to the doors that go into the airport. Sam heads to the bathroom and switches back to his original cloths.
 Sam grabbed his bag and left Kennedy airport. He called a taxi and said “Futon St.” the taxi started to drive. Sam arrived at Futon St. and walked into a run down hotel room. Sam walked in and looked around it seemed like nobody has been there in a while so he walked up to the second floor and kicked open a door he put his stuff down and he walked up to the window and looked out his window, he could see the Lady Liberty from his window. Sam sat down on the ground and looked through his bag and found the letters from and to his friends in the military.
    It got late and Sam looked at his phone it was 6:30 p.m. he got up and walked down stairs of the hotel and went outside, he walked down the sidewalk and asked the old women “where’s the closes subway station” She told him that it was down the road and to the left. Sam then started down the road and turned left and went down into the subway system. It was 7:00 and the train had just got there and Sam was boarding then all of a sudden somebody ran into Sam. Sam stumbled and looked up it was the man from the plane, then the man just left not even apologizing. The man who ran into Sam sat down by the door so Sam sat down right across from him. Sam stared at him and he stared back Sam felt like he’s seen him somewhere other then the the plane but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
    The subway stopped and Sam got off. Sam walked up the stairs from the subway tunnel and arrived in China Town, Sam walked down the street and saw the sign for bar Sam walked in and asked the bartender “ where’s your manager” the bartender pointed and said “back, back” (In funny china voice) Sam walked to the doors and went through them he turned and saw stairs.
   Sam headed down stairs and turned right there he saw to big China dudes in black, Sam stopped and one of them turned and opened the door. Sam headed in and sat down with the boss of that place. The Boss Takashi Saito was about 5’7 short black hair and had a tattoo of a Dragon on his left shoulder.
     Sam asked the boss for help in finding “him”. Then Takashi looked at Sam and said “Why should I help you” Sam then said “ because I know what you’ve been doing down at the Bloomfield Docks” Takashi looked at him with a serious face and asked “how do you know”. “ In my travels I’ve found out a lot of things, I had to kill a man who owned a small business he had got in with some of your guys and couldn’t pay so I was payed to kill and take everything from him. So be a friend and help me out” then Takashi sat back and got up, he walked up to the door and hit it once and the two guards came in and closed the door, Takashi started talking in Chinese but what he didn’t know was Sam could to.
  Sam translated the Chinese and Takashi said “ take care of this arrogant American” the two guard looked at Sam and ran at him and in a split second they were both on the ground Takashi pulled out his gun and pointed it at Sam, and Sam took it from him and grabbed his neck and push him against the door and put the gun in his mouth “ You are going to help me find lead on “him”, Now if I don’t get any info by tomorrow then I’ll come back and next time I’ll pull the the trigger. Sam let go and put the gun in his coat and walked out of the bar heading back to the hotel.  

Jazmine Scenario 2 ---- Search for the Cure

Jazmine awoke to her mother saying it was time to wake up. She opened her eyes and said what time is it? Her mom told her it was 6:30 p.m. The last thing Jazmine remembered was boarding  the plane and setting down. Jazmine asked her mom when did I fall a sleep ? She said after we set down. Jazmine said okay as she stretched . The pilot came on and said we will be landing in 5 minutes . As jazmine waits the plane landed onto the ground .After the plane stops and Jazmine grabbed her bag and her mom walked off the plane. Jazmine and her mom walked threw the crowds of people . They made it to the door and Jazmine push’s it open. She hailed a cab. They put there bags in the cab . And they set down and Jazmine told the driver to the Statue of Liberty if you please.  As Jazmine sets there next to her mom looking out the window. While she looked out and saw tall buildings and a crowd of people but one guy stuck out in her mind he was tall and had dark hair and seemed her someone that was interesting cause you could tell wasn't  from the big city . As they she sit  there looking out the window she becomes so deep into thought that she doesn't realize that she is now at the statue of liberty and she opens the door and walks out she cries as she stared at her beauty because she thought to her self  look at her  strength and  the fact she  she never gets sick and she never dies or ages. “Lady liberty lives forever ” Why can’t I? Jazmine said aloud to her mom as she cries.

Ralie Kay -- Scenario 2 : Meeting at the Station

She managed to make it all the way to new york in a matter of seconds (so it seemed).  The clock was ticking and she knew she had to meet Mr. Larry Johnson soon.  She had finally arrived at a famous location, Grand Central Station.  Wow was it packed, people rushing across the floor like ants running from water.  Many had bags following behind them in assorted colors.  No one in New York looked alike, many people were from many cultures big and small, skin color varied from pale to dark as night.  She stood there and took a moment to soak everything in, letting it all rush in.  The sights, the smells, just the atmosphere.

“Tap” as the heel of her shoe landed onto the floor.  This was her first step into The Big Apple.  She reached down to her baggage and grabbed onto its handle and continued forward.  “Tap, tap, tap...”

“Ahhh!! Mrs. Peterson!”

Ralie turns her head and searches to where the voice is coming from.

“Darling, over here.” he says in a very fluent Italian accent as he waves his hand to her.   

Ralie finally notices him and walks to meet him with a big smile.

“Welcome to New York!” spreading his arms above his head.  “Grand, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it is.” she says looking around still.

“Are you ready to be a part of my team?” he says with a wink.

She blushes and looks down, “Oh, yes.” and finally looks back up.

“Dimitri!!” and he claps his hands as if signaling something and a young boy walks up behind him. “If you will,” and he points to Ralie’s baggage. “please.”

“Ma’am” as the young boy gently took the bag out of Railie’s hand and the rest lying next to her.  He wore some formal uniform.  It was embroider with gold stitching and big buttons; a small green hat with a strap which wrapped around his chin was upon his head.

“Follow me dear.” as Mr. Larry Johnson walked forward.

Ralie did as he wished and stuck close behind.  “Man, someone could get lost in this place.  I’m really fortunate to have you lead me around, Mr. Larry Johnson.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure.  I’m the fortunate one, to possibly have you work with me.” he turns around and smiles at her, still stepping towards the exit.

Shortly after the reach the front doors.  Dimitri scrambles to the door, he leans on the door and pushes it open; still with bags in his hands.  Outside, was more spectacular than the view inside.  Once Ralie stepped onto the concrete patio her jaw dropped and eyes widen.  Mr. Johnson proceeded forward down the many steps to the road, but he didn’t notice Ralie frozen at the top.  He kept talking away and had no response.  He turned around and seen Ralie gawking.  

“Dear!! Please?” motioning her to come heather.  

She shook free of the trap and scurried down the stairs, trying not to slip in her heels. Ralie meet the two of them at the bottom, Dimitri still handling the baggage. Dimitri walks steadily to a parked vehicle, he pops the trunk open and tosses the bags in the trunk.  

Again, Mr. Larry Johnson starts rambling on about his success and how great full he was to possibly have Ralie on his team.  But Ralie heard an eruption of sound, her head turned quickly to the direction of the sound.  The roar of a Shelby GT, came down the road.  A young man, was crossing the road.  He appeared with long shaggy hair, hand-me-down clothes and and a blurry smile.  Ralie could just see what was going to happen, even her heart started beating faster.  

“Sir!!” She yelled towards him and jolted reaching out to him.  

Mr. Larry Johnson turned once she yelled and seen the accident.  

The nice car just smacked into him.  Instantly the young man fell to the ground, and the driver jumped out and stared shouting at him.

“Ralie, dear.  As much as i didn’t want to see that, we must get going.” Mr. Johnson said to her pushing her to the car.  Dimitri opened the car door looked her in the eye ,

“Ma’am.” smiled and Ralie jumped in and Mr. Johnson continued and shut the door behind him.  

Dimitri got into the drivers side and started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking spot and drove forward.

Leiah Scenario 2: Meeting Kaelen

Leiah has just got to the Brooklyn Bridge. She finds a spot to park along the Bridge to wait for her Mystery Man. Before she got to the Brooklyn Bridge, she went and drove around a little bit. Leiah started to drive past Central Park when she seen someone who was waiting to go somewhere. When Leiah sees her, she don’t know what to think. She sees this pregnant girl and her boyfriend just sitting on a Bench in Central Park. The girl had dark brown hair, tan skin-tone and she had a green dress on. I started to drive on to go to the Brooklyn Bridge, but i turned around to go pick them up and take them to the Art Museum before i go to the Brooklyn Bridge. While i am taking them to the Art Museum, Kaelen starts to tell me about her life and how she was treated as a child, up until she ran away. After Leiah dropped Kaelen and her boyfriend off at the Wall Street, there was one thing that got me thinking while i was driving to the Brooklyn Bridge and that is who her parents are.......On another note, she made it to the Brooklyn Bridge and Leiah saw her Mystery Guy that she’s suppose to meet. He is NOTHING like he told her. He told her that he was from Texas, but he was white as could be. So she started to wonder if he was really telling her the truth or not. He finally ends up telling Leiah what his name after the first 10 minutes, he said that his name was Scotty. After he finally told her his name Leiah didn’t know what to believe anymore, so she told him to go screw himself. When Leiah ditched Scotty, she was upset so she went and met Kaelen at a cafe to talk and get to know each other a little better. There is still a mystery that Leiah has to solve between her and Kaelen, and you will find out about that when you continue reading this story. :)    

Kaelen Scenario 2

Kaelen and James stepped off the airplane onto the ground of New York. This was the beginning of a new start for them. James grasped Kaelen's hand, and they walked into the LaGuardia Airport terminal. Inside, they gathered up their luggage, and went outside to call for a taxi. They kept trying to hail a cab, but no one stopped for them. Finally, after trying and trying, someone stopped. It was an old man, very quiet. The car smelled strongly of smoke, making Kaelen slightly nauseous. They put their luggage in the trunk and sat down in the back seat.

The driver asked, “where are ya headed?” in a thick New York accent.

James told him, “the Metropolitan Museum of Art, please.”

Kaelen hesitantly asked, “Aren't we supposed to be going to the hotel first?”

“Well Kaelen, I wanted to surprise you. I know how you've been wanting to go there.”

“Sir, can you hold on for a sec, please”.

“Sure thing.”

“Its okay, James. I really want to go. But are you sure that we'll have enough time to check in to the hotel? I want to be able to get settled in before dark.”

“Hey, don't worry. I've got this all planned out.” James signaled for the cabbie to go, and off they went to the museum. It wasn't a very long distance to the museum, but with all the crazy, congested New York traffic, it took longer than one would think. When the taxi pulled up to the museum, Kaelen was amazed at the size of it. She had only seen pictures of it, pictures that didn't do it justice. There were people outside on the steps eating sack lunches, groups taking pictures in front of the building, and old couples feeding pigeons.

“Um, James. What are we going to do with our stuff while we're inside?”

“Ah, that's right. Well...we don't have that much stuff. I could carry yours for you also?”

“If you insist, but we really don't have to do that.”

“Come on you two, pay up. I've got more money to make.” James paid the cabbie and took his and Kaelen's belongings out of the trunk. As the cabbie pulled away, James got a call on his cell phone from his brother.
“Hey Tom. What did ya want?”

“Well James, you know how we were talking about how I could get you a job on Wall Street at the firm I work at? I think I've got something for you.”
“Are you serious? That's incredible. What can you tell me about it?”

“Well, id like for you to come here today. I was telling my boss about you, and he'd really like to meet you. Can you be over here in like an hour?”

“I guess that could work. I have Kaelen with me, and we haven't been to the hotel yet. But anyways, we'll be over there.”

“Okay, sounds great! Make sure you look halfway decent okay?”

“Sure thing, i'll be right over.” James got off the phone. Kaelen secretly didn't like that idea, but it was for the best. It meant a job that could support the new baby.

“So, what do you want me to do while you're in there?”

“Well, you could sit outside if that'd be fine. I really don't know. This job is going to be really important. If I don't get it, I don't know what we will do.” James hailed a cab, and they both got in. This time it was a young woman, dressed like a rocker. Kaelen thought this was weird, and it raised her suspicions.

“Where are you going?”, asked the young woman. There was a look in her eye that was the same Kaelen had seen in her younger sister before: A look of guilt. Like the girl was doing something she shouldn't be doing.

“Hurry up you ninnies or you can get out. I've got places to go.”

“We need to go to Wall Street, please and thank you.” replied Kaelen. The car jerked forward. They headed down the street, but the cab made a right turn. All of a sudden, police cars were following behind them, lights flashing. The driver accelerated and weaved in and out of traffic. There was a loud bang and then a loud pop: One of the tires had been shot. Two more shots wrang out and another tire was flat. Kaelen and James kept quiet. They were too shocked to react. The car came to a stop near Central Park. Everyone there stopped what they were doing and stared at the ongoing situation.

“Come out with your hands up!” shouted a big burly police officer. The rocker girl opened the door. She tried to make a break for it, but was pinned to the ground by two other officers. The big officer came up to the door and opened it.

“Are you folks all right?” the officer inquired.

“We think so. What just happened?” replied James.

“Well step on out here and i'll tell ya bout it. I'm Officer Toms by the way.” Officer Toms opened the door for the couple and they step out hesitantly.

“That girl that was posing as the cab driver actually killed the man who was the driver. She's been driving that darned cab all over New York today. We tried getting her earlier, but then we saw her pull up to the Metropolitan. Do you guys need a ride somewhere?”

James said, “Well, actually if you wouldn't mind. We were going to my job interview on Wall Street, and we literally just moved her to New York. Gotta be there in about like 40 minutes.”

“Well, I can get someone to go take you there. Don't worry about payment or anything. I've been doing this kind of 'pay-it-forward' thing lately. Let me call my niece and she'll take you over there.”

“Officer, you are too kind. Thank you so much!” said Kaelen thankfully. Officer Toms took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Yeah, Leiah can you please come over to Central Park? I have a favor to ask of you. Oh yeah, thats great. You'll be here in a couple minutes? Perfect. See you in a bit then.” He hung up the phone and told the couple about how his niece Leiah, who was already at Central Park, would take them to where they needed to be. Soon enough, a silver car pulled up alongside the officer's car. A young woman, probably in her twenties, stepped out. She was tan and had dark, almost black hair.

“Hey, my names Leiah! You guys can just put your stuff in the trunk.” Leiah talked with her uncle and then opened the back car door for the two young adults.

“My uncle told me about how you all are new here. I figure that you can use all the help you can get, and don't worry about me. I'm not a murder.” Leiah laughed, a laugh that was familiar to Kaelen. She and James sat down in the back seat.

“Where exactly do you guys need to go?”

“Um, its about a block from the New York Stock Exchange. How long do you think it'll take to get there?” said James.

“Well, the way I drive, about twenty minutes.”

“Okay, well again, thank you so much for doing this for us. We sure have had a rough day today.” said James.

“You're welcome. Don't worry about it.” Leiah started up the car and they headed on their way to James' business meeting. Kaelen grabbed James' hand and laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to get out of the car. After a few minutes, they were almost to Wall Street when a girl started to cross the street in front of the car. Leiah almost didn't see her and when she did, she honked the horn. It scared the young woman and she ran back to the sidewalk. Kaelen looked out the window at her. She was blonde, and dressed like a country star. Kaelen thought she looked kind of like Miranda Lambert, which was weird. That was one of her favorite singers. Finally, they arrived at the possible-future-job for James. James hurriedly got dressed and made himself look presentable. He gave Kaelen a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Oh I almost forgot. What are you going to do Kaelen while i'm in there?”

“Um, I don't really know. I guess I could sit outside?”

“Hey, you know what. Do you wanna just hang with me for a little while? I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day, so we can go do something while he's in there.” said Leiah.

“Well I do need to make some new friends here. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, there's this cute little cafe not to far from here. Its a pretty awesome place.”

Kaelen thought about her new life in New York and was already surprised that she was making new friends. Hopefully this was the start to a great new beginning.