Description: Shoma makes a phone call before meeting Sakura's...current employers.
Roberto's cell phone rings, likely interrupting whatever he was doing.
Make that the phone in Roberto's room, then.
It's fairly busy at the hotel. People of both Rose's and Alex's groups are running to and fro as they get ready to continue the fight. Roberto, in his room, is the calm eye within the whirlwind of activity. He sits alone drinking a glass of water and it looks like he finally got a hold of a shirt and while it's a little too lose on him he's probably better off than he was with the raggedy goalie shirt he was sporting earlier.
As the people run around, he watches through the open door, still nursing that water when all of a sudden the phone in his room rings. Tere's a bit of confusion on his face when he picks up the phone says, "Hello?" One can't blame him since he wasn't really expecting any calls today.
"Roberto? It's me. Shoma." It sounds like Shoma, if a bit subdued, as if trying not to be overheard. "Listen to me for just a minute. There's...there's some things I need you to do for me."
"Shoma?" His voice goes up an octave in concern for his friend but otherwise remaining moderated. "Where are you man? What do you need me to do?" He quickly rises to his feet and is immediately at the door of his room and with a quick motion is closing the door. He got the feeling that this conversation would probably need to be private.
"Buri Ran for right now. Listen to me," Shoma replies hurriedly. "I need to get everyone that there -with you,-" that part is emphasized, Roberto should pick up pretty quick that Shoma means the Resistance Fighters, "Out of that hotel. It's not going to be safe for much longer. The other thing I need you to do," Shoma's throat catches, "I need you to get on the next trip back to Southtown." There's a pause there. "Tell Hinata...an-and Natsu... Tell them I'll have Sakura back before anyone knows what happened. Okay, Roberto?"
There's a long pause before the soccer goalie heads back to the bed. Shoma could probably hear the gulp from him taking a swig of his water. Then the soccer star speaks up, "Out of the hotel... That, I can do. I still can't head back to Southtown just yet. I gave my word to Rose that I would see this to the end." His lips turn downwards in a frown at these developments.
On the other end of the line, Roberto hears that characteristic growl that Shoma makes when he's being gainsayed, "Roberto...I...you've /got to leave/. I...I don't have time to argue this. Just...please. Leave Thailand. I'm...I'm begging you."
Click. Dialtone.
Somewhere in Buri Ran, Shoma hefts his cell phone, and belts it into a wall. The phone crumples against the bat, and shatters against a wall.
Log created on 13:41:20 06/27/2007 by Shoma, and last modified on 14:31:58 06/27/2007.