aom_npc_nine (aom_npc_nine) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2007-12-12 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | attack of the clones, pyro, rogue, wicked |
Thread: Wicked, Pyro and Rogue (if she so wishes!)
Who: Gwen Adamson, John Allerdyce and Marie Allerdyce
When: Evening, December 12, 2007
Where: A hotel on the road leading home...
What: Gwen's dead. Well, she's suppose to be dead.
She couldn't tell anyone just how she had ended up there or where she had been. All she knew was that she had woken up in a rather nice hotel room in a comfortable bed with a fully packed piece of luggage on the floor and a fully paid hotel bill sitting on the desk. She had a headache and was feeling a bit light headed. It was only after she noticed an empty bottle of Jack Daniels in the waste bin that she figured that had to be it.
She rummaged through the suitcase, pulling on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt before leaving the room. She'd only be gone for a minute to get a drink from the vending machine and then she'd be back on her way to where it was she'd end up going.
From the look of things outside, it was well in to the evening, but she didn't know the exact time as she hadn't quite caught it on the digital alarm clock. She'd check when she went back to the room.
Uncapping the orange soda, Gwen took a long drink and realized upon returning to her room that she had left the key sitting on the small table inside. "Shit." She very well couldn't ask for another one since the bill had been paid and she didn't even know whose name the room was under.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Capping the soda, she made her way down the hall a bit and gave a firm knock on the door. Hopefully they'd be nice enough to let her borrow some things to try and pry the door open herself.