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[weechester]

The door of the hotel opens, revealing a young kid of about eight or nine, jamming along to his portable CD player. He struts in before noticing his surroundings, which causes him to stop abruptly, hitting the pause button. Frowning, he takes out his ear plugs, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did he walk into the wrong building by accident? He peeks out the doors, but no, that is unfamiliar as the hotel lobby he is in. Worried, he puts his hand on the pocket knife he bought from a kid at school and has carried around ever since. Hiding it in his palm, he starts to look for an adult, walking up to the counter and ringing the bell. He keeps a careful eye out to make sure no one is planning on jumping out at him or anything like that. One touch of the supernatural can make even a little kid overly paranoid.

"Hello?" he finally calls when no one answers, starting to get scared.

[Typist: Introducing Benjamin Issac Winchester Braeden, from Supernatural.]