A pale figure stood in front of the small hotel, idly watching as people and cars passed by, seemingly unaware of his presence. This was certainly a new experience. Pollution couldn't remember the last time he actually had a visitor of any sort, if he'd ever had any at all. He had even made an effort to pull his form into a more presentable look;
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Still, Bella was now on the other side of the world in a place where the sun was visible for more than five seconds. She liked this place already. Bella scanned the rows of hotel rooms until she spotted room 312. Bella grabbed her bag and made her way to the door. She knocked lightly on it and waited patiently.
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Pollution sat cross legged on the small bed as he watched the news with interest. It wasn't often that his work was noticed by mortals, and he couldn't help the swelling feeling of pride that this job in particular had gotten the attention it deserved.
A knock at the door pulled the personification from his thoughts, and after turning down the volume of the TV he rose and headed for the door, where "White" smiled brightly at his expected guest. "You made it. Come on in."
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Bella noticed the news on TV and was thankful that for once it wasn't some murder. She was getting tired of murder. She entered the room and instantly remembered the time she hid out in Phoenix. Almost the same thing, hiding from a crazed vampire. Except this vampire didn't want to kill her. Worse, she wanted her to try on a dress.
"Whit you have no idea how much this means to me!" Bella told him.
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After closing the door behind him he walked back into the room as well, fishing a small card out of his pocket to hand to Bella.
"You'll be staying in 309 while you're here. Don't worry, everything's paid for for the next week," he explained, pulling a chair away from the tiny dining table so his guest could sit. "So what are your plans? Just going to relax and play tourist for a while?"
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