Flying in with the Snow is (winterhawk) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-01-27 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | frodo baggins |
Lacking a key to the Grand Olde Lady's Heart.
Who: Chetan
What: Exploration
Where: Passages Hotel
When: Nowish
Falling
At precisely
Half-past the winter's snow
December's gold and yellow rose
Sunshine.
The hotel's interior yielded no more information to the missing Print Shop then Chay had expected that it would. Wandering through the first floor he found locked guestroom doors that no matter how he tried to pick would not yield. The foyer, and the basement spoke of era's without refrigeration services. The ice picks and clamps next to one of the outer entrances told of how the hotel took care of those basic needs for it's customers. The lack of an empty indoor pool and fitness center spoke of the grand simplistic beauty of years past.
Frustration along with the afternoon heat began to set is so Chay wandered back out in the semblance of a breeze again and restudied the rooms from the outside. It had electrical lines, frayed in some places, running to the building, so it had been modernized at some point in it's past.
That's when he noticed it..
The large windows would furnish a place for the wind to blow through, as he thought, it must have been miserably hot for guests in the summertime without AC in the rooms. Surprisingly none of them were broken. Now that was odd. In other abandoned towns he had gone through whether by hailstorm or tossed stones, wind blow sand continually poundage and just by their fragile nature alone, as time went on windows were some of the first vestiges of a hotel's life to be given up.
These were intact.
All of them, intact.
He hadn't seen anything like that except in churches where lead held together stained glass pieces. And these weren't made of stained glass. The place just kept getting stranger and stranger by all accounts.