The Colony (tremble) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-09-22 02:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | charles, complete, cycle001 |
WHO: Ethan, Charles and open
WHEN: 11:50PM
WHERE:Ethan's room, the hotel bar
WHAT: Late night snacks and open
WARNING: Ethan does not like his room; the presence of the ice machine in the hallway is offensive.
Room 328 had seemed nice enough when Ethan first checked in, though he first thought there had to have been some mistake when he spotted the two beds inside. He'd made it quite clear that he was traveling alone, that he only needed a single bed, a queen would do nicely, thank you. Instead, there were two large beds and he considered going back downstairs to correct this. On second thought, the price had been set and this way he could at least choose where he slept so that was sort of nice, he supposed.
Come late evening he regretted not going. When the ice machine first started its rumbling noises, he'd tensed up and sat there for at least a full minute to listen intently and wonder what that was. It was mildly embarrassing to find out it wasn't anything inside the room that could do harm, but more so it was frustrating - especially when the other guests started getting ice every hour or two. Each time the noises started, he'd put down his book and glare at the opposite wall as if the intensity of his mood might quiet it down some. Since he had yet to develop telekinesis, nothing happened during those staring sessions other than the growing of his own sour mood.
The later it got, the more offensive those noises became. "Why do you need ice at midnight?" he hissed at 11:30PM. The question was directed at the door. "Go to sleep," he added in a groan and a few minutes later he put his book down on the bed and got up. If the noise continued, he wasn't sure he could sleep so he slipped on his shoes and headed to the bathroom to make sure his hair wasn't doing something embarrassing, then left his room. It was time to head on downstairs and see if anything was open; maybe he could get earplugs somewhere.
As he made his way through the lobby he could hear the distant chattering that he took to be the haunted tour. It made him regret not going since stories were always entertaining but he hadn't wanted to put his book down at the time. The only place that seemed to be open was the bar and he headed in there, feeling terribly out of place and trying to look like he didn't. He should have changed rooms earlier that day, he thought because his request was sounding dumber in his head by the minute. Changing rooms would have been less of a hassle. Of course he hadn't known about this particular problem earlier in the day and regret wasn't terribly productive but he could still sulk about it.
As it turned out, the bar did not sell earplugs. Rather than head straight up for his room and make this whole trip seem absolutely futile, Ethan ordered himself a Sprite and a grilled sandwich, then found a seat that wasn't too out in the open.