March - Where do you go when you want to get away from the pressures of life?
One of the things I like about the hotel is its size. The thing is huge and it's easy to get lost in the rooms and hallways to be alone for a while. There were always so many people around here as we were growing up, so having a lot of space was definitely a plus. There were still a lot of people around, but not quite as many as the first time around. And that's all I was going to think about that because if I dwelled on it too much, I'd really want to go find something priceless to break.
I grabbed my ipod and plugged in the headphones for a start. Setting up the shuffle, I hit play and turned the volume up pretty loud. Smiling to myself at the first song that came on, I left my room and started up a set of stairs to go exploring. It was something I did as a kid, so why not do it now. I hadn't done it in a long time and who knows what I'd forgotten about while we'd been living somewhere else.
Half dancing down one of the halls a couple floors up, I ducked into a couple rooms but didn't find anything worth sticking around to investigate. Maybe this whole walking randomly around the hotel was stupid, but I was a curious eight year old and that wasn't exactly changing now that I was seventeen. It was something easy to do and it kept my mind off of everything else.
The music changed and I still crept around, finally settling into one of the rooms that had a few toys in it from when we lived here the first time. I smirked to myself and eyed the hug tv sitting in front of me. More video games than you could imagine and a sound system that was seriously amazing to go with the kickass stereo. Gotta say one thing about my parents being only a few years older than me -- I didn't have to beg for games and stuff like this. They just bought it for themselves. Heh.
Pulling out my earphones, I set the ipod over to the side and flipped on the tv. Might as well put it to good use since it seemed to have gotten a little lonely in our absence. I doubt Angel or even Connor came up here to play around as much as we had. Well, maybe Connor liked the action-type of games, but the one time or so I saw Angel attemtping to play was pretty damn funny. So much so that I think he'd otped out of playing ever again.
It didn't take long to set everything up and I picked one of the street fighter kind of games to get started. We even had this kind of thing at the other houses, but I hadn't really been in the habit of playing exactly. The game started up and I got going. Several lives and levels later, I'd probably made my presence known to most everyone in the hotel from how loud I was starting to get by yelling at the tv or exclaiming when I'd gotten past some big opponent. Especially in a hotel full of super-hearing people.
Just when I was about to pass onto another level, some bitch came out from the side and shot me right in the head and I was dead. Yelling a little again at the screen, I slumped back in the couch and waited for the my last life to start. But then something caught my attention in the doorway and I looked up to see Dad just walking in. The game paused and I smiled a little. "Hey, Dad."
[Open to Harry]
I grabbed my ipod and plugged in the headphones for a start. Setting up the shuffle, I hit play and turned the volume up pretty loud. Smiling to myself at the first song that came on, I left my room and started up a set of stairs to go exploring. It was something I did as a kid, so why not do it now. I hadn't done it in a long time and who knows what I'd forgotten about while we'd been living somewhere else.
Half dancing down one of the halls a couple floors up, I ducked into a couple rooms but didn't find anything worth sticking around to investigate. Maybe this whole walking randomly around the hotel was stupid, but I was a curious eight year old and that wasn't exactly changing now that I was seventeen. It was something easy to do and it kept my mind off of everything else.
The music changed and I still crept around, finally settling into one of the rooms that had a few toys in it from when we lived here the first time. I smirked to myself and eyed the hug tv sitting in front of me. More video games than you could imagine and a sound system that was seriously amazing to go with the kickass stereo. Gotta say one thing about my parents being only a few years older than me -- I didn't have to beg for games and stuff like this. They just bought it for themselves. Heh.
Pulling out my earphones, I set the ipod over to the side and flipped on the tv. Might as well put it to good use since it seemed to have gotten a little lonely in our absence. I doubt Angel or even Connor came up here to play around as much as we had. Well, maybe Connor liked the action-type of games, but the one time or so I saw Angel attemtping to play was pretty damn funny. So much so that I think he'd otped out of playing ever again.
It didn't take long to set everything up and I picked one of the street fighter kind of games to get started. We even had this kind of thing at the other houses, but I hadn't really been in the habit of playing exactly. The game started up and I got going. Several lives and levels later, I'd probably made my presence known to most everyone in the hotel from how loud I was starting to get by yelling at the tv or exclaiming when I'd gotten past some big opponent. Especially in a hotel full of super-hearing people.
Just when I was about to pass onto another level, some bitch came out from the side and shot me right in the head and I was dead. Yelling a little again at the screen, I slumped back in the couch and waited for the my last life to start. But then something caught my attention in the doorway and I looked up to see Dad just walking in. The game paused and I smiled a little. "Hey, Dad."
[Open to Harry]