[Location: Room 315] Extreme Home Makeover: Goth Girls Edition
After waiting for nearly an hour and a half in the lobby, Cassie gave up, figuring there was always tomorrow. Right now, she wanted a hot shower and a soft bed. Snaking a hand into her pocket, her fingers curled around the tag to her room key, pulling it out and glancing at the room number. "315," she muttered to herself. Third floor. With a sigh, she looked towards the edges of the lobby, finding a door which led to a staircase not ten feet from an elevator. Hitting the button labeled '3', Cassie leaned against the wall, arms crossed beneath her breasts.
The ride ended quickly, and she pushed herself off, making her way down the hall. 315 sat about halfway-ish down the hall. Cassie slid the key into the lock, and with a small twist of her wrist, the door was open. She stepped inside, looking around slowly. It wasn't like any hotel room she'd seen before. It was almost as if the room had been made especially for her. Which was just fucking insane. But the color scheme of black, white, and purples didn't make her want to puke, so she figured she'd give the place a try. She didn't bother locking the door, not if the receptionist was right and her stuff was up here. She entered the first bedroom, crossing over to the closet and pulled the doors open. There was a decent handful of clothes, but nothing of hers.
The second room made a grin cross her face for the first time since before she arrived in the city. Her baseball bat was leaned against the side of the desk, "Kiss it" still etched into the wood. Only thing different was that there wasn't any blood on it. Which was...probably a good thing. "Not bad," Cassie muttered, nodding her head.
The ride ended quickly, and she pushed herself off, making her way down the hall. 315 sat about halfway-ish down the hall. Cassie slid the key into the lock, and with a small twist of her wrist, the door was open. She stepped inside, looking around slowly. It wasn't like any hotel room she'd seen before. It was almost as if the room had been made especially for her. Which was just fucking insane. But the color scheme of black, white, and purples didn't make her want to puke, so she figured she'd give the place a try. She didn't bother locking the door, not if the receptionist was right and her stuff was up here. She entered the first bedroom, crossing over to the closet and pulled the doors open. There was a decent handful of clothes, but nothing of hers.
The second room made a grin cross her face for the first time since before she arrived in the city. Her baseball bat was leaned against the side of the desk, "Kiss it" still etched into the wood. Only thing different was that there wasn't any blood on it. Which was...probably a good thing. "Not bad," Cassie muttered, nodding her head.