Jenny Parry (Oliver) (dontevergrowup) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-09-27 11:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle001, diana, jenny, npc |
Who: Jenny & Diana.
When: Around 7:30AM on the second morning [Sunday].
Where: Jenny's room [313] and then the lobby/dining hall.
What: Jenny calling home and getting breakfast. Twenty-five, btw, is not too old to put ketchup on your eggs. It's an acquired taste.
Warning: Sfw now, but it's in progress so we will see.
So far, Jenny was having a fine time staying on the Eclipse's third floor. Her room was nice enough, quaint and cleanly, and the bed was a welcome switch from the stiff driver's seat she had been hunched over in for hours before arriving. She was unaware of any ruckus or disturbances from the night before, oblivious to the multiple 9-1-1 calls and the less than enjoyable time that some of her fellow guests were having, clueless even to the fact that there were currently two police officers in the building interviewing people for answers about it all.
When Jenny woke up at just after seven, her only thoughts were about eating breakfast, calling home, and how miserable it was that the storm still seemed to be raging outside. Some part of her knew that the storm wasn't going to let up so easily, but she had been hoping it might ease enough for her to drive through. But laying in her queen bed at the center of the room and staring up at the ceiling, she could still hear the cold rain tapping it's many fingers on the hotel roof. Hell, she was pretty sure that she still heard rumbles of thunder above them. She was an early riser by nature, having a young child could do that to you, and she only allowed herself to lounge in bed for an extra five minutes before forcing herself up. She was showered, dressed, and brushing her hair and teeth in no time flat, grabbing her cellphone from where it was charging on her nightstand. Reception was awful, one bar that seemed to flicker as it saw fit, but maybe the lobby would be better.
She just barely remembered to take her medication before she hurried downstairs, even though they were all neatly sorted into the week worth of doses inside of her pill case, right in the side of her purse. Opening and downing the Sunday dose in a hurry, dry no less, Jenny's phone was already pressed up to her ear as she exited the elevator on the main floor a few minutes later. She wasn't surprised to hear people in the lobby discussing the hurricane warning, a rare thing in Indiana but not impossible. This seemed like it could definitely be hurricane weather, and now she really wished she had asked her boys to come along with her. What up something happened? Worse, what if the storm decided to go north and hit Detroit? Her phone connection to Michigan was crackling, but she could mostly hear what was being said to her.
"No, I'm fine, baby. Just a little rained on. You know your old mom is tougher than that, I'll still be home on Wednesday, I promise. How's the weather at home?" the blonde asked into the phone, as she made her way toward the hotel's dining area, waiting outside for a minute but peering inside. It was pretty busy with other people sharing her idea of breakfast, but she could see at least one empty table off to the side. She was waiting for and listening to her son's response, looking momentarily scandalized by what he said next. "Dad let you stay up till when, did you say? ... Well don't try to 'but' me, that's ridiculous, Chase! That's almost four hours past your bedtime. You're nine, not nineteen.. yes, tell dad I want him to call me as soon as he's out of the shower," she paused again, listening. "Well, I miss you too, handsome. Don't forget to feed Maurice and Jerry. Tell daddy to call me, okay? Okay, I'm going to go get some breakfast now, honey. Okay, bye Chase."
She tried to squeezing in one more quick 'I love you' before her son hung up, but there was dead silence on the line before she got it out. Sighing heavily, but feeling better having spoken to Chase for a minute, Jenny finally began to walk into the dining hall, carefully navigating her way around the limited seating and taking up a table off to the side. There were three chairs at it, but she wasn't really expecting company. When the wait staff came to take her order, she got herself a simple breakfast; scrambled eggs and bacon, toast, a side of grapefruit and an herbal tea. That would be just about perfect on a rainy morning.
One of her other motherly talents was great patience, and Jenny settled in to wait for her food, putting her phone away in her purse and pulling out a tattered looking paperback novel instead, settling in for the long haul.