OOC: Fire Stone Resort

[Anakin20]

Welcome to Punta Del Este, Uruguay. The peninsula you are on seperates two sides of a great resort area. There is the bay on the south side and the Atlantic Ocean on the north. Sprawling in the hills on the bay side is a new resort, one that breaks all the rules. It puts Hedonism to shame, because it is so much more open. The private resort is the brain child of Dr. Ernesto Manuel, a wealthy doctor in Rio. Manuel hired an old friend, Enrico Castilla, to run the place. The wealthy, famous and elite apply to Castilla for some time away. Ever desire is catered to, every whim satisfied.

Be the famous person you've always wanted to be. Be a wealthy socialite. Just reserve your rooms here, and I'll start the thread shortly.

Maybe this sounds Mr. Rourke-like, but damnit, there won't be a Tattoo.

 

[Merelan]

Ms. Danielle Delaney 36 year old executive. And don't you dare call her Miss.
She stands 5'3" but seems 10 feet tall. Her long dark hair is always pulled back tight in a bun at the base of her neck. Her skin pale from lack of sun. Her grey eyes cold and calculating. Her body trim and firm, not overly endowed. But kept wrapped and hidden in business suits of such lines that it seemed she was trying to deny she was female. Single, workaholic and unfeeling... or is she?

A very successful business woman. Cold and distant. Damn good at what she does. The boss, the only one in her company allowed to make decisions. Not even the owner having that much control, anymore. She had worked her way up the ladder and now ran the place. She knew they all hated her, envied her, and she didn't give a rats ass. let them live their petty lives and play house on the weekends. You would find her still there in the office. Working and making money.

IC:
Ms. Delaney

Sitting on the flight, annoyed and ticked. Never had anyone ever treated her like this before. Her boss, the owner of the company she ran, which she felt was her own, had made her take a vacation. The first ever. She had started for the company as a mail girl, what a demeaning name, at 19. Now she was 36 and her word and will was law. Having taken a small business and pushed and dragged it into a huge successful corporation, spanning three continents. And now this. Just when something might happen. What would they do if she wasn't there? And he had even told her where she was to go. Some new resort in the south seas. Damn it. So he had paid for it, and told her she was fired if she did not go. How dare he, the sniveling worm.
"I should have quit." She mumbled.
She had made him a fortune and he treated her like anyone else. For years he had stayed quiet and in the background, never questioning her moves and decisions. But now, this! Well fine. She would go, but not enjoy one damn minute of it.
To top it off he had even provided her two suitcases with what he said were clothes and things she would need. Having only given her three hours notice that she was going. To help her, he said. Rediscover herself. Danielle knew who she was and it wasn't some damn beach bimbo who men stared and drooled at.

She also wondered what he meant when he said he had told the resort management to give her special treatment. She damn well better get special treatment, or they would soon know her fury.

 

[Merelan]

Just giving this a boost before I head off to work. Come on everyone play with us. We don't bite, well he might. Well, I might too. Okay, we might bite. But I promise, you will love it.

 

[MissTaken]

Anna Elizabeth Pritchard

ICC: 24 years old, 5'7" and 155 pounds. Anna carries herself with an air of elegance as warranted by her career choice. Anna has been singing at the New York Met Opera since she was 20. She is soon expected to sign with a record label and her career continues to plunge forward.

Her mother recognized early in her life that she had a gift. Anna led a very sheltered, regimented lifestyle while under her mother's tutelage. Every waking moment was dictated by the matriarch, who's dream was for Anna to become a Diva.

At 24, Anna continues to live with her mother and has never been permitted to date unless her mother was directly involved in what the family laughingly called the "screening process." Given that her mother maintains financial control of Anna's trust fund and income, Anna has little choice but to obey. Anna continues to be angry with her father for the conditions in his will that prevented Anna from becoming financially independent. And, as far as her career was concerned, Mother has bought and paid for the control she now has over Anna's income.

Anna finally approached her mother stating that at her age, she should have had more sexual experience. Anna begged and pleaded to be allowed to date freely. Anna's mother refused her request for fear that her choice in men could cast a black shadow over her career. Finally, Anna's mother offered a "retreat" as an alternative. Anna's mother told her that the "retreat" would give her an opportunity to meet new people whilst she did so with the "proper" people. There would be no blue collar workers in Anna's life!


OCC: As Anna settled in for the flight, she began writing in her journal. She has always used journaling as means to relieve anxiety and express feeling and thoughts that would have been otherwise shared with a friend.

2001 August 8: "Mother is sending me on another one of her hair brained trips. Every time I have an "issue", she sends me to THIS retreat or THAT therapist! As if money can buy me what I need. I need a fucking life! And, if she knew I even used that word, wouldn't I be in for another of her manic tongue lashings.

Now, I want to date and she sends me to spend time with more of those elitest prigs that she feels are the only people worthy of her baby girl's attention.

I can't believe she has ever been laid well or she would know better than to think that few days with fine food and conga dancing just won't do !"

Anna was interrupted by the offer of a drink. She requested a glass of white wine to help her to calm her nerves and put her journal away for later. If her mother only knew!

 

[Merelan]

No one else interested in a time of hedonism...wild sex.... anything goes life?

hmmmm.......

 

[HippieChick]

New Character

OOC:
Name: Samson Keeley (Twinkle Toes Sammy)
Occupation: famous tap dancer
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135lbs
Hair: short, black
Eyes: pale blue
Age: 35 years

Samson Keeley is known to the world as Twinkle Toes Sammy. He is incredibly famous. There isn't a city in the US that he can walk around without being recognized as that tap-dancing guy. About 10 years ago a tabloid ran a story about Sammy's love life, claiming he was a homosexual. The story wasn't true, but he's never made a public effort to deny the charges. Sammy is at the resort on the recommendation of a celebrity friend of his. Sammy always has an enormous smile full of perfect teeth regardless of whether he's happy enough. He's a hard working man with his own show in Vegas, and he still makes his yearly tours of the talk shows.

IC:

By the time Samson climbed out of the cab, one of the bell boys already had his luggage out of the trunk and loaded onto a cart. He adjusted his sunglasses and donned his signature panama hat with a flourish. He flipped his grey coat over his shoulder and followed the bell boy into the buildng. "Right this way Mr. Keeley."

Samson was glad to get some help who didn't ogle or ask for autographs. The limo driver had also been appropriately courteous, but then limo drivers are paid for that sort of thing. He surmised that this place must get a lot of celebrity customers.

As he entered the lobby, Samson spotted a rather comfy looking bar and lounge, so he stopped the bell boy, pulled his wallet out of his loose black pants, and asked him to put his luggage up in his room without him. The bell boy gave Samson the room key and accepted the twenty-dollar tip with a calm, quiet "Thank you."

Whistling an old broadway tune, Samson sauntered his way into the lounge and up to the bar. (Twinkle Toes always sauntered. He rarely walked anywhere.) He asked the bartender to give him "something good with an umbrella in it," which is what he asked for everywhere he went. It was a good way to see if the bartender was any good. If he was good, you'd get something simple and strong. If he was average, you'd get some fancy piece of crap that only that particular bartender had ever heard of. If he was a total hack, you got a pina colada.

This one surprised him. The drink he got was clear and in a martini glass. The umbrella was there, but the black little thing looked more like a real umbrella than a toothpick-constructed cocktail gizmo. The umbrella pierced an olive, and the drink tasted faintly of vodka. It was good.

Sammy leaned back in his seat and surveyed the room, teeth gleaming.

 

[missla]

Well...if there is any room left, I will play.

I am Kim Dylan, 31 years old, blonde hair, and captivating green eyes. My dad was in the oil business for a long time, and was very lucky - for a while it seemed like every well he dug was a gusher. My mother had passed away when I was 5 years old.

I guess I never knew how much money he had made until he learned he had a terminal illness, and he died just after I finished college. He had left me so well off, that I have never had a job. Technically, I own the company, but I never had learned much about the oil business, so I kept on his staff that was already there, and I basically went around and had fun.

I had heard of this resort, and it sounded like I needed to check it out. I glanced at my watch and knew that the plane would land soon...

 

[Merelan]

Anyone else?

Going to leave all these sexy women for just two men? Poor fellas.

 

[Anakin20]

Game on! Guys can jump in when they find this thread!

 

[Merelan]

Ms. Danielle

Soon landing at the airport, getting through the hassle of the claims and immigrations. Her glares getting her past the others there. There was no reason she should have to wait in line. Budging in ahead of a pretty young lady. Who seemed to want to protest, but at a glance from Danielle had demurred.
"Hmmph." Setting her things down and tapping the counter while they did a perfuntory search. Then turning and finding an elderly black man holding a sign with her name.
"That is me." dropping her bag at his feet and handing him her claim check.
"My luggage is the deep red, three bags. Fetch them while I rest. The flight exhausted me. Is there wine? nevermind. I will help myself." Letting him help her into a long, dark blue limo, properly chilled to keep out the tropic heat. Settling back and relaxing a moment. Watching the young lady approach the man, who hadn't moved but to flip his sign over. Then she started to get in, smiling and chatting with the driver.
"Oh." Well she might have to share her limo but she didn't have to be polite about it. Reaching up and pouring herself a glass of the champagne chilled in a small bucket. Ignoring the girl as best as possible.

 

[missla]

Kim

As I picked up my bags from the baggage counter, I saw a man holding a sign with my name on it. "Well, here I am," I cheerfully said to him. He took my bags and I followed him out the door to the long limousine. He held the door for me, and as I got in, he took my bags around to put in the trunk.

I noticed that there was someone else already in the limo, an executive-type looking lady who looked like she was all business. "Hi, I guess we're going to the same place - my name is Kim Dylan." I held out my hand and she briefly shook it, and went back to sipping her champagne. "Mind if I join you," I asked her. She silently nodded, and I poured myself a glass, and then collapsed back into the seat. "Man, with this trip being so long, I hope this place is worth it." I leaned back as she looked over at me......

 

[Merelan]

Ms Danielle

God help me. The friendly type. Jesus. As if this wasn't bad enough. I shook her hand and politely answered, for who knew whom she really was.

"Ms. Danielle Delaney." Emphasizing the Ms. I looked at her coldly, watching her squirm and redden a little. Then calmly looked away. My fingers impatiently tapping on the arm rest as I sipped the wine.

 

[MissTaken]

Anna

Here we go again!

Another retreat, another experience, more eating, drinking and mindless chatter with the upper echelon, those whom she not so fondly referred to as "The plastic people" in her journal.

God Mother! Can't I just be....just exist!

As she approached the limo driver , she looked more like a business woman called unexpectedly to an unwanted meeting rather than a 24 year old woman about to experience hedonism to the greatest degree possible.

Mother didn't tell her the theme of this retreat, but her guess would never come close to the reality.

"Drive quickly. We might as well get there and get this over with," she mumbled.

Anna was confused and a bit put off by his subtle smirk.

 

[TWB]

New Character?

Because I am late to this, I will be a local named Juan.

Bio:

Juan Dealdo
6'0, strappingly handsome, with olive skin
Jet-black hair
Big baleful Brown eyes
New Multi-millionaire

Juan is a local boy who grew up in the next city near the Punte, Maldonado. His parents died when he was eight, and he was raised by neighbors. He had been smart but dirt poor, and came into wealth three years ago when he was 22. At that time, he had been a laborer in the Guano (bat dung used for fertilizer) caves of Uruguay, and was trying to work his way up into management without much success. The work had left him with a strong, sturdy body.

A relation who moved to the US two generations ago (he had left for America, working his way up from a copy boy to the owner of several New York newspapers and a Tee Vee and Radio station) left a 10 million dollar insurance policy to his daughter, who died before her father had time to change the policy. The $10 million went to the next of kin, who was Juan, although Juan never knew him. While all of the other assets of the relative were distributed by trust to other US non-relatives, a smart lawyer in the US found Juan and the 10 million was his (less the lawyer's fee of $1.3 million, of course).

Juan bought a house and moved to the wealthy outskirts of Punta Del Este. The lawyer arranged to have people manage Juan's money, and some was used to refine Juan, give him classes on etiquette, and social relations. He was a good student, very motivated, but still maintained a bit of a sly persona left over from his earlier days of poverty. He had good street sense.

The attorney was a good advisor, and used his fee to visit Juan occasionally, and they became friends. He made some inquiries of local attorneys as to who he should talk with to help Juan, and Enrico Castilla was one of those to whom the attorney spoke. His one-day visit to the new resort was a total surprise, and was one he would never forget.

Juan had no girlfriend, as he had become distrustful of local women because many he had seen were all too apparently after his money. However, he was awkward and unsure of himself with the leisured class.

The attorney thought the resort would be helpful to Juan. The lawyer recognized that he had trouble bridging the gap between wealth and poverty, and so it was suggested to Juan that he should take a week at the new resort in Punta Del Este to teach him some of the finer points of relating to persons of earned wealth, and perhaps meet some others of the leisured or wealthy classes from around the world. He was a bit secretive with Juan, but assured him he would thank him for the referral.

IC:

My driver stopped and dropped me off right behind the other limousine. He opened my door, carried my luggage to the other car, and drove off.

I felt the hot sun on my neck, and enjoyed it as a cool breeze rippled my button down white gauze shirt.

The concierge welcomed me to step into the Limo that was to take me to the resort. I assumed I would be alone in the limo, as I usually am in mine. As I entered, the temperature dropped several degrees from the Uraguayan heat outside, but several more from a couple of not so warm stares from two of the three women.

I was wearing my cream-colored well-pressed pants, white boxers, and leather sperry's with no socks. I thought I looked good, but I wondered if I should have worn my tux. Would my reception have been a little better?

Well, I guess I should say hello. "Hola, Me llamo es Juan, Juan Dealdo. Y usted?

The blank stares and silence was deafening.

My English was rusty, as I was just really getting a grasp of it. "Hello, I am making your acquaintance happily. I am Juan Dealdo. What name do you have?"

 

[missla]

Kim

Well, I'm not so sure that Ms. Delaney hadn't woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh well, it had been a long trip for everybody, and I'm sure we would all loosen up once we got there.

As I sipped my champagne, the door to the limo opened and another young lady stepped inside. I nodded a hi to her as she settled into the seat next to me. The driver got in the front and it looked like we were finally going to be on our way...

 

[Merelan]

Sipping the champagne now flat. Tired and sweaty feeling. Wondering how far the resort was. God, it better not be all women.

 

[MissTaken]

Anna

Her ride in the limo was uneventful. She lay her head back against the cool leather of the seats and closed her eyes.

She arrived at the resort, and immediately staff were there tending to her luggage. She noticed that she wasn't the first to arrive. She moved towards two other women who had just arrived and was met with a polite "hello" from one and from the other, a cold, hard gaze.

Then their gazes fell upon an upcoming limo. A dark skinned, handsome young man stepped out of the limo. He was obviously a local.

Anna chuckled inwardly to think ....her mother would be mortified that a resort for the "rich and famous" would permit a local boy entrance.

Anna didn't realize that the thought brought a hint of a smile to her face as she absently gazed at Juan. He approached the ladies and after making a clumsy attempt at introducing himself. Anna offered him a warm smile and her hand.

Anna's thoughts were already beginning to lean towards personal vengence. How would her mother feel if she make friends with this young man? The thought was delicious!

 

[kitsuke]

Name: Jake Phillips
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 173 lbs.
Hair: Light brown, sun-baked highlights, cropped short
Eyes: Grey to cyan depending on clothes, usually a steely blue
Occupation: International Man of Mystery... ok, he won a contest and quit his lame day job that wouldn't give him time off.



*exits plane and walks across tarmac to terminal. retrieves luggage and heads to entrance of terminal*

'Wow! Punta del Este is even more beautiful than I thought it would be!", I think to myself as I admire the local ladies' clothing, or lack thereof, "This is so much better than answering a phone and filing those jerkoff torts. I just can't wait o get to the resort. I've never been in a limo before. Or a resort. Or another country unless you count New Jersey.'

*after standing happily at the pick-up curb for twenty minutes*

'Um, there was supposed to be a limo here for me right?'

*makes his way over to the nearest desk*

"Excuse me, miss? Yeah, I just got in from flight 1654 from Miami and, uh, well, I was under the impression that there was to be a limosine waiting for me when I arrived. Is there any way you can he- what? my passport and ticket.. oh , yeah, I got 'em... here you are. Any help would be really appreciated", I smiled what I hoped was my best I'm-Foreign-But-Cute smile and waited.

And waited.

'Why didn't I learn the language here? For all I know she could ordering pizza on that phone and posting on some smutty message board on that computer!', I thought despairingly as the minutes dragged on.

"Huh? I'm sorry did you say that my limo was pre-empted for some opera singer??? What the hell did they do that FO-...... *sigh* I'm sorry. Is there any way I can get a cab? The cabs stop running at seven in the evening??? WHY? Who makes money like that?? Are there any shuttles, buses, public transit, hell BIKES for sale? NO? Oh christ. Oh god I'm screwed!", sinking to my knees I looked with undisguised envy at all the happy families reuniting at the terminal, their cars waiting patiently at curbside for them.

*slowly stands*

"*sigh*... is there any way you could point me to Callista? Maybe a map?.... Thanks."

On that note I begin to walk dejectedly down the road toward the "Jewel of the Latin America's". Looking at the map to the resort secluded location, it's gonna be a long walk.

 

[TWB]

Juan

IC:

Only Anna seemed to offer her hand. Did I botch my introduction? Anna held out her hand, and I must say I desperately took it, as the others' pause was too long. I welcomed her (. . .was it devious?. . .) smile and her warm handshake.

Her manner was elegant, I thought, and the warmth of the handshake communicated an interest which could be interpreted in any language. I felt a little comfort in her presence next to me, as if she accepted that I belonged here.

My mind wandered as to what activities might we participate in together at the resort. . .

 

[Merelan]

Ms Delaney:
I watched as the two introduced themselves. I turned ignoring the uncouth native, pretending to belong here. Ignorant.
Striding to the desk, reaching out and ringing the bell even as I was approached by a man, obviously in charge.
Ring... ring... staring coldly at him and the wince I saw. Good. He would know I was not to be trifled with.
"I need a boy to take my bags to my room. And then ," tossing my head. "An appointment with your masseur." not even letting him interrupt. "I assume my man called you? Ms. Delaney." Holding out my hand to him, ignoring his name. "Fine. Then you know I am to receive the works." My fingers tapping at the desk, an indication I was in a hurry and not to argue.

 

[missla]

Kim

I offered my hand to the young man who introduced himself as Juan, and then began to wonder if this were all the guests that were here. I walked over to the desk where Ms. Delaney was waiting impatiently - "are you getting anywhere with them?" She looked at me like I was intruding on her, so I said "Look, I'm just here to have a good time, and from what I hear, it is going to be. I'm not trying to intrude on your space, so don't worry about that. We're going to be here together, so at least we can be friendly with one another - let's chill out and have a good time!"

She looked at me and I kept waiting for her to respond - maybe no one had confronted her like that before. All I know is that I was going to have a bit of fun...

 

[kitsuke]

*consults map, confirms with road signs*

'Well, this is my turnoff', my inner monologue informs me, 'I'm making good time, nine miles in two hours isn't bad at all! At this rate I'll be there by, uh.... ten...o'clock...tomorrow...morning.'


*SIGH*


*trudge, trudge, trudge*

 

[HippieChick]

Twinkle Toes Sammy

The rest of the lounge was quite empty. Sammy supposed that it was still early in the weekend, but he couldn't be the only guest at the resort so far.

The doors to the hotel flew open and a woman in a business outfit came marching in. She sped up to the desk and pounded on the bell before yelling at the concierge. Well not yelling, precisely, but there was plenty of volume and force behind that voice.

She was quite attractive, despite her attempts to reduce all of her sexual allure to a bare minimum. The tightly pulled back hair, the simple attire, and the cold look on her face seemed like a gift-wrapping made of newspaper to Sammy. It appeared simple and inelegant but promised endless wonders inside. He wondered if he'd be able to see what she really had underneath the layers of frigidity.

Outside the hotel, he could make out three people in conversation, but through the windows at this distance, he could discern no further details.

Sammy took a sip of his drink and leaned back against the bar. He had to hand it to the bartender; this was really a good drink.

The group passed in through the doors. A much more cheerful-looking lady shook hands with a young latino and hurried to catch up with the first woman Sammy saw. The two remaining kids continued to talk; they seemed quite enamoured with each other.

Fiddling with the little black umbrella, Sammy watched the two women with interest. There was quite a contrast between the two. It was more than just light hair versus dark hair. They were both very confident women, but in different ways. The dark-haired, serious woman seemed to expect the world to part for her like an automatic door at a supermarket, whereas the blonde gave off the impression that regardless of what the universe intended, she was going to make it go her way. I wondered what they were talking about, and who would get her way.

 

[TWB]

Juan

I took the hand of Kim as she introduced herself. I always was attracted by green eyes, and I looked deeply into them for just a moment. . . there was an electricity there, she was beautiful. Just as quickly as I looked into her eyes, they were gone. She ran off to the counter. I looked back at Anna, giving her a little wink, and then down at my shoes.

 

[Anakin20]

"Fine. Then you know I am to receive the works." These stern words were followed by an incessant tapping on the desk. He came around the front of the desk, radiating charm, his dark complexion set off a set of icy blue eyes and pearly white teeth.
"Ms. Delaney," He said with a thin smile. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Enrico Castilla, the administartor of this fine facility. Let me welcome you and assure you that every whim and desire is our utmost concern." He kissed her hand, letting his smooth lips linger on her manicured fingers. "Let me lead you to our world-class masseuse, shall I?"