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 Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 9:51 am
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta turned on her heel and trotted back to the stairs to the closet the old woman had described, finding it full to the brim with linnens, she grabbed an armful of the fluffy towels intending to leave a few on the check in counter in case more were needed since it seemed like the rain was only getting worse. Trotting down the stairs she offered the pile first to the sopping guest who looked at though he might appreciate one before setting the rest down on the counter beside check in. .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Nothing.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 3:30 pm
David went to his room to take a shower. When he got inside he threw his suitcase on his bed and unzipped it. 'What to wear?' he thought to himself as he looked inside. David grabbed his grey t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, some green boxer briefs, and his towel. David walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As steam began to roll up in the room he hoped in.
David started to scrub his body as things crossed his mind. 'Why couldn't the police just make a lane so we could get on threw to our destinations? I hope i get home for my sister's birthday in time.' As David finished rinsing of the soap and shampoo, he turned off the shower and dried off. David then walked over to his bed and began to get dress. Again he thought of his family, 'So have you got yourself a girl friend? You need to come home more often. How is it working that private security jobs son?'
David put on his white gym shoes, and then left the room to head down stairs. As he got to the bottom of the stair case he saw Krysta holding some towels, and Louise checking in a new guy soaked from head to toe. "Well Krysta looks like you could have yourself a little towel girl job here." David said with a friendly laugh, as he leaned on the railing of the steps.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 4:29 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<100%>
{ No injuries currently sustained } Despite what earlier offsets he had suffered, things seemed to start turning around for Osborn. The woman at the front desk was quite friendly, asking for another guest to help get him a towel so he could dry off. Maybe things are finally turning around for me... Osborn pondered, pulling his bag along as he walked towards the front desk to sign in.
"Already expecting a hefty load of visitors?" He asked, glancing at the stairway when two other guests came down, one whom left only to return with a towel. He thanked her, happily drying himself off as best as he could before looking back to the older woman. Upon being handed the key he thanked her, gave a nod to the man and woman, and walked upstairs to his room.
He quickly scanned his suitcase, making sure that nothing within it had gotten wet before he changed down to take a warm shower. Then when he was fully dried, he changed into a checkered track-pants, plain white t-shirt and a bathrobe to keep on, before slipping his feet into his slippers and once against heading downstairs. It was here that he could still see the man and woman from before and so, since he was here and had not much else to do, he might as well go and chat.
"I assume we're all in the same boat on this one?" He asked, standing amongst the two other guests. "Osborn Killam, nice to meet you." .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell-phone, wallet.:':.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 5:59 pm
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta turned and stuck her tongue out at David from his perch as he made his smart a** remark, before turning to smile back at Osborn, her long auburn hair pulled back and up in a neat bun with a stick pin through it, the end of the pin exploded in a small cascade of miniature silver chain decorated with crystal and tiny silver bells, which all swayed and chimed as she moved. Her top was a loose affair of silk, that was fitted at the cuffs, hips and turtleneck but swirled around her torso in whispers of black, that faded down into a long skirt, deep burgundy in color, that hung down to her shins, the fabric swirling demurely. Short black heeled boots peeked out from beneath her skirt and added a touch of fun to the outfit, "Krysta Lavelle, the pleasure is all mine." She said accepting the out stretched hand, "I'll grab that towel and go hang it up with the others, I seem to be collecting them on my shower rod." She said her eyes dancing with amusement. Accepting the towel she linked her arm through his as she turned to head up the stairs to the room; open and easy physicality was so much a part of her that she didn't even realize she was doing it. Martial arts in it's intense study required a level of comfort with contact, and not just combative contact, but an intuitive knowledge of not only your own body but that of your partner or opponent as the case may be, and that bred out a lot of the societal reservations on contact. .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Nothing.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 6:51 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<100%>
{ No injuries currently sustained } Despite reminding himself that this trip was nothing more than family business and that he had no time to date, he could not help but flush ever so slightly at Krysta’s comment. She was indeed a very beautiful woman so hearing her state “the pleasure is mine” certainly made Osborn feel a little special, even if the statement itself was a general one that many could say to each other.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Krysta.” Osborn nodded, glancing to David to hear his name.
Instead however he was quickly linked arm-in-arm with Krysta, being led upstairs with her to put the towel away. He gestured as she pulled him along for David to follow, cheeks flushed at the close contact he had with her.
“That’s ah… nice of you to dry the towels in your room.” Osborn commented, gathering any other towels he had in his room to hang them up as well (since most belonged to the inn, not him). .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell-phone, wallet.:':.
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:41 pm
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta released him at the top of the stairs to grab another pair of dry towels, "It's not so much kindness as a lack of idea what else to do with them..." she said with a laugh as she juggled the towels to hook the chain under her shirt and pull it up a pair of dog tags hanging beside her temporary room key, which she used to unlock the door. Heading to the bathroom she hung up the dry towels for her shower later tonight and hung the wet one over the shower rod, "I grabbed them when I saw David come in and since I didn't know where else to put sopping wet towels I thought to dry in the bathroom was as good a place as any. Especially compared to dripping all over antique hardwood..." She finished cleaning up and clapped her hands together to help her mind change gears, as it was shuffling back and forth a most delectable smell reached her nose, "Mmm, can you smell that?" she asked her tone pleased, "I think it smells like dinner might be ready..." .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Nothing.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 2:40 pm
David smiled even greater as Krysta stuck her tongue out at him, he felt a little more relieved he could be himself and play. “My names David Case” David replied to Osborn, as Krysta dragged him away. David followed the two up to Krysta’s room. As Krysta and Osborn entered the room to hang the towels, David just stood leaning in the door way of the room. David just stood and listened to what Krysta was talking about. As the smell of dinner came rushing to David’s nose he rubbed the top of his head and smirked.
“Well what do you two think about heading down stairs and grabbing a bite? I’d like to get to really know a little about you two.” David said smiling as he walked away slowly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:24 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<100%>
{ No injuries currently sustained } "Still, it must help her out. Especially if the inn's expecting more guests." Osborn commented, watching Krysta hang up the towels before glancing to the ground at the mention of 'antique hardwood'. Indeed the wood and overall style of the house seemed to scream "antique" and "very expensive". "Yeah, it would be pretty sad to have the floor ruined. Though later I can always take the towels to the laundry if ah, there is one."
Osborn sniffed the air when Krysta and David mentioned dinner, his stomach emitting a loud and hungry grumble.
"Yeah, I think I'm up to eat as well." Osborn smirked. "Kind of hadn't eaten for four hours..." Thanks to how bad his trip had gone, of course. .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell-phone, wallet.:':.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 6:48 am
.:':.Krysta Lavelle.:':.
<Peak Fighting Condition> <Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]> Krysta smiled, "I guess, it was more I have a great deal of respect for houses that had stood a hundred years, and I am fairly sure this one has by the look of it. But the owners have been very kind to it, caring for it as they have, undating the electric and plumbing, and tending the woods, none of which is easy in a house this old..." Turning to head down the stairs Krysta looped her arm through Osborn's and following her nose to what must have been the dinning room, set with a half dozen places on one end of a dining room table that could have easily sat thirty guest. Trays and dishes were heaped with mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, one even held a turkey, it looked like a full Thanksgiving day spread, though the time for such was long passed, it being almost time for Christmas in a few weeks. "It looks wonderful..." Krysta said taking a seat at the right side of the set head of the table. .:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Nothing.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 11:13 am
Julie sighed and leaned back against the slightly torn and worn out seats in the taxi cab she had taken from the street since she didn't even know if it was a good idea to hitchhike or to take a bus. Either made her uncomfortable talking to new people or possibly being stared at. She shivered at the thought and paranoia began to seep through, causing her to tap her finger against the door handle of the cab door in a nervous habit.She looked out the window quietly, trying not to grow nervous at the thoughts that tried to fill her mind with negativaties on possible outcomes of either. Mentally, she shivered, okay, no more horrors to read or watch. Already horror movies threw her on edge, she didn't need to think about it!All she needed was a hotel to spend a few nights in and then go on her way to home. As the cab stopped, Julie faintly heard the man in the front seat tell her the price. Without hesitation,she dug into her pocket and pulled out two twenty dollar bills to the man, faintly telling him to keep the change before opening the cab door to get out. She slid out into the rain and smiled, enjoying the cool drops hit her skin. It felt nice. She turned and thanked the driver and went to the trunk of the taxi cab, she pushed it open a bit and grabbed the black strap of her purple duffle bag.She slung it over her shoulder and slammed the trunk shut,watching as the cab driver rev the engine slightly and drive off and away from the hotel. She watched the red lights of the rear disappear before she turned her attention in, her hair clinging to her face before she began her trek to the door.She opened it up and poked her head in nervously, "H-hello?" she walked in slowly and closed the door behind her. Her hands went to her wrists and rubbed them together nervously.
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Decepticon Lord Soundwave
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 12:26 pm
Louise trotted out from behind the front desk grabbing one of the towels Krysta had left there before coming up to greet the young woman, "Oh dear, come on in and dry off, dinner's just started so everything is piping hot. We'll get you settled into a room and then ew'll get you to dinner..." Eyeing the young girl's slip form she noted with a motherly smile, "Looks like you could use a bit more meat on those bones..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 12:57 pm
Julie blushed slightly in embarrassment and looked down to her stomach. She pinched the skin there and blinked in confusion, skinny?Really? Didn't want that,and especially not to be rude to the woman. She rubbed her head nervously and went over, smiling to the other woman, "A-ahh....th-thank you ma'am...I thought people were sleeping already..." her eyes looked around for a clock,"It...well, it seems pretty late outside to me...it can't be that late is it?" Her brows furrowed as she looked to the other woman, before smiling shyly, "Thank you ma'am...how much is a room here? I'll take whatever room you give me...I need somewhere to stay the night, other small motels seemed full, so I couldn't go there obviously..." she smiled and began to ramble off nervously.
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Decepticon Lord Soundwave
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 1:10 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':.
<100%>
{ No injuries currently sustained } Osborn nodded his head, understanding that it must have been difficult to keep such an old house in good shape. Especially considering that the owners of this house likely did whatever they could to not replace anything. Must cost a hefty penny... Osborn thought, taking in the sights as he and Krysta, arm in arm, moved along downstairs to the dining room for dinner.
They had barely reached the last step before Osborn could clearly smell just what they were eating; a classic Thanksgiving diner, or perhaps Christmas if you happened to eat the same dish at both times. Very befitting too; Christmas was almost around the corner. He happily walked into the large dining hall, awing at the size of the room, table and mainly the food that sat on the table. He licked his lips, walking forwards and sitting alongside Krysta. He was tempted to dig in but knowing that it was proper to wait for all guests, he sat on his hands and held still.
"Man, I'm starving." .:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':.
.:':.Carried.:':.
.:':.Suitcase.:':.
.:':.On Person.:':.
.:':.Cell-phone, wallet.:':.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 1:46 pm
Louise smiled warmly, "It's forty for the night and meals are included. Even midnight snacks if you are so inclined..." She laughed, "My husband Jacob was always terrible for sneaking down to raid the fridge in the wee hours of the morning. But we'll get you all settled and you can settle up with me in the morning when you a bit better rested and fed." Ushing the girl into the dining room she motioned for her to sit and smiled, "Oh go ahead and dig in, don't wait for me... I'll be keeping an eye out for any more stragglers tonight." Chuckling softly the old woman turned to head back out into the hall laughing softly to herself, "Poor boys look like they've never seen food before in their lives."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 5:42 pm
David walked in just a little after everyone else did and sat in the left chair at the end of the table. Noticing he seen the new girl he smiled and wave. “How’s it going; the names David Case.” David said cheerfully. David looked at the food on the table, as his mouth watered a little. David reached for some food but remembered his mother always did the whole praying thing before they ate. “Um, would anyone like to lead us in a prayer before dig in to this wonderful food Mrs. Louise cooked up for us?” David said looking at everyone, while tapping his bottom lip with his fork.
(Sorry if it takes awhile for me to post. The internet is pretty bad here and I think we might be on a little different time zones.)
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