suyinfoster (suyinfoster) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-09-23 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | charles, complete, cycle001, ian, sue, tanner |
WHO: Sue, Ian and Open
WHEN: Day 2, 6:15am (ish)
WHERE: Eclipse lobby
WHAT: Sue's trying to check out and is in a bad mood, shares it with others.
WARNING: Language
Sue had pulled some all-nighters in her life - well, more than a 'few'. The count was probably in the hundreds by now, added up from childhood, through law school, and over a career of mind-numbing cases and a fucked up social life, but this had been one of the few times she couldn't chalk some kind of gain from not getting a fucking wink at all. Even with enough Scotch in her blood to get a Berkley freshman knocked up, she couldn't sleep. First the room was too cold, then too warm. The wind outside antique windows was strong enough to rattle, and it'd only been getting worse. Then there were the fucking noises, and the goddamn maintenance man hadn't been able to fix her lamps on top of it. By the time the clouds filtered what little sunlight could get through to signal the change of another day, a very tired, very irritable, and slightly hyperglycemic Suyin Foster was freshly showered, freshly clothed, and downstairs ready to get the holy hell out of this dead-zone of society.
Then of course, Murphy smiled and favored her with his damned law by way of a scrawny twenty-something trying his best to look solemn and apologetic whilst telling her she couldn't leave.
"I said a hurricane! In the goddamn Midwest!" Sue barked into her phone. The fifth repetition during a less than thirty-second conversation easily gave away she was fighting with bad reception, and the last fuck she had to give. She wheeled the high-end suitcase that'd been sitting next to her knees to the side of the check-out area, and all but slammed it down when she reached the edge of the traffic area. "No I--I don't know, Jack. I have no fuckin' idea when I'm getting on another plane. That's why I need you to-- Jack? Jack! Hello?! Fuck!"
Rather than chuck the expensive device across the room (preferably at the clerk's head) like she wanted to, Sue scrunched her face at her phone when the line went dead, growling at it in every way save with her actual voice. She depressed the power button a little harder than necessary and shoved it back in her bag.
"Give me the best room you got open," Sue all but hissed at the guy behind the desk, exchanging her phone for her wallet. "And everything better work; if I'm stayin' in this god-forsaken cage, I'm gonna be comfortable."