Entrance for John House

[semper_fi_house]

John House stood, feet planted shoulder-width apart, his golf club held firmly between both hands as he eyed the sloping expanse of the golf course before him, peering at the distant flag at the 13th hole

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[teenguerrilla]

Ellie hadn't been in the hotel long herself, though long enough for her to start looking healthier. Her first dinner, she practically dived for the greens and of course the steak. She'd changed her clothes but was still wearing her trusty old boots that she'd had since the beginning of the War

[semper_fi_house]

John hadn't been standing, looking back through the doors of the hotel very long, when he heard someone walk past him through the lobby. He turned to find a young woman with dark hair, who stopped almost immediately and looked back at him.

"Uh, excuse me, miss," he began, walking closer. "Are you a guest here?"

[teenguerrilla]

Ellie took a hesitant step backwards, something about this man screamed military, something that Ellie wasn't very fond of. She had been beginning to think she'd left all that behind her.

He sounded American, one of the good guys...but that didn't stop the instinctual reactions.

"Yeah, rather accidentally." Her words clipped in an Australian accent.

[semper_fi_house]

John nodded, and then paused, his head cocked.

"Accidentally?" he echoed. What on Earth did that mean? He squinted at her thoughtfully. By the sound of her accent, she wasn't from around here. Perhaps something had gone wrong with her flight and she'd gotten temporarily stranded here?

He looked at her expectantly, hoping for an explanation.