Zidane Tribal (foolhardy_thief) wrote in hobbs_end, @ 2015-08-07 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ffix: zidane tribal, ouat: killian jones, rating: pg |
WHO: Zidane & Hook
WHERE: The Scarlet Crown Hotel
WHAT: Zid’s on a bit of a souvenir hunt!
RATING PG.
STATUS: Completed.
Considering that Zidane went through the trouble of, well, exploration, he figured he could bring back a souvenir. What harm could it do, anyway? It wasn’t as though this place was thriving with people, that anything in this town was actually worth being taken. True, the technology here was far different from what he was used to, back on Gaia: if he could bring home a piece of tech, he certainly would! Until that was possible. he would take any substitute he could get his hands on, even if said substitute wasn’t all that impressive.
Zidane’s impromptu expedition took him to the Scarlet Crown Hotel. The name of the place wasn’t odd, and nor was the look of it, but it’s what was inside the building that wasn’t normal. For instance, since when were hotels this fancy? From what he’s seen so far of the interior, it looked more like a palace. A palace that had been through some hard times, here and there. Zidane couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about the hotel that creeped him out, but there was something. And he was damned if he was going to let the look of a stupid old building keep him away.
Naturally, once inside he went straight for the obvious places: behind the reception desk, behind all the paintings, and… Actually, the paintings were left untouched. They were strange pictures, dark colours, smudged, almost; and he could have sworn that the figures in one painting— moved when Zidane turned his back. Paintings couldn’t move, though, that much he knew, so it had to be a trick.
His search led him through two floors and into ..very few rooms, unfortunately. Most rooms he found were locked, or blocked by something on the other side; no amount of kicking or swearing did any good. A couple hours passed before Zidane decided to give up on the hotel, except for one last treasure hunt. He climbed the stairs again to the second floor, and picked the next room at random; room #2.
Surprisingly, the door unlocked like all normal doors did. Which was kind of a shame, because Zidane didn’t think anyone would notice if he damaged the door. The teenager pushed his way into the room and, upon seeing the two beds, decided to test at least one of ‘em by using it as a springboard for a few minutes.
No real harm done (as far as he could tell), so once he got bored of the test, Zidane abandoned the bed in favour of opening every cupboard, drawer, and closet that he found in room #2. There wasn’t much to be found, sadly, but with one last cupboard to check, Zidane pulled its doors wide open and immediately spotted something odd about the interior.
One part of the back panel was a different colour and grain of wood when compared to the surrounding panels. Almost straight away, Zidane took it to mean there was something valuable hidden behind it, and so without further ado, Zidane stepped into the closet, crouched down, and started feeling for the panel’s hidden mechanism.