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paixaorpg2006-01-22 10:13 pm
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Omgwtfhotel. ~ [Closed.]
Character(s): Larxene (and whoever else would like to join in).
Content: Lodgings?
Setting: Actua Are Hotel.
Time: Evening.
Warnings: ...Mild language?
After walking all the way across the damned world to get to the hotel that resided in Actua Are, Larxene told herself that she really did need that coffee as much as she originally thought. Her stamina was far from parched, and she had wasted most of her day walking all the way here. She really did need the exercise.
"Grandhotel of Actua Are" the sign outside of the place read. Well, sure, the expensive-looking paintings, rugs, cocky-looking people,intricate carvings on the ceilings and the cherub statues that surrounded her did signify that the place was indeed worth lodging in, but this damned place was bustling with people. Their constant chatter was giving her a headache. Did she really want to stay here?
...Hell, yes. They had a "healing spa" that she desperately wanted to go relax in.
Larxene walked up to the woman who was dressed in a bussiness suit complete with her lavish hair and makeup that made her look like she was a human Barbie doll and tried to erase the annoyed look that was on her face.
"May I help you, miss?" the Barbie-lady asked in a sugar-coated voice.
"...Yes. I would like to reserve a room for a good two or three days," she answered back, her voice rather flat.
"Of course, miss," the woman responded, the fake smile plastered on her face looking even more fake. The tapping of the keys on the computer's keyboard was heard for a few moments before the woman bombarded Larxene with questions, from "What type of room?" and "Your age?" and "Your name?" and "Your address?" and "How do you like your towels folded?" to "What type of shampoo do you prefer?"
Larxene was so close to saying "I don't give a damn. I just want a room!" but she held her tongue. It took oh-so-much self control.
Eventually, the woman was finished with her endless hoarde of inquiries, and Larxene paid for her room before she walked up the carpeted marble stairs and stood next to the elevator.
~
Content: Lodgings?
Setting: Actua Are Hotel.
Time: Evening.
Warnings: ...Mild language?
After walking all the way across the damned world to get to the hotel that resided in Actua Are, Larxene told herself that she really did need that coffee as much as she originally thought. Her stamina was far from parched, and she had wasted most of her day walking all the way here. She really did need the exercise.
"Grandhotel of Actua Are" the sign outside of the place read. Well, sure, the expensive-looking paintings, rugs, cocky-looking people,intricate carvings on the ceilings and the cherub statues that surrounded her did signify that the place was indeed worth lodging in, but this damned place was bustling with people. Their constant chatter was giving her a headache. Did she really want to stay here?
...Hell, yes. They had a "healing spa" that she desperately wanted to go relax in.
Larxene walked up to the woman who was dressed in a bussiness suit complete with her lavish hair and makeup that made her look like she was a human Barbie doll and tried to erase the annoyed look that was on her face.
"May I help you, miss?" the Barbie-lady asked in a sugar-coated voice.
"...Yes. I would like to reserve a room for a good two or three days," she answered back, her voice rather flat.
"Of course, miss," the woman responded, the fake smile plastered on her face looking even more fake. The tapping of the keys on the computer's keyboard was heard for a few moments before the woman bombarded Larxene with questions, from "What type of room?" and "Your age?" and "Your name?" and "Your address?" and "How do you like your towels folded?" to "What type of shampoo do you prefer?"
Larxene was so close to saying "I don't give a damn. I just want a room!" but she held her tongue. It took oh-so-much self control.
Eventually, the woman was finished with her endless hoarde of inquiries, and Larxene paid for her room before she walked up the carpeted marble stairs and stood next to the elevator.
~