eris_allisti (eris_allisti) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-10-03 12:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | charles, complete, cycle001, luce |
Who: Charles and OPEN
When: Roughly 6:50AM
Where: Varies (start in the ballroom)
What: Just a self-guided tour by your friendly neighborhood cult leader~
Warning: Nothing really - maybe bringing some religiosity to the fuzzy-wuzzies, but that's about it.
After learning of the hurricane warning and having a brief conversation with those in the lobby at that time, Charles had decided that (since he couldn't leave the hotel, to exercise or otherwise) that he would dress properly and wander about the hotel. Seeing such an old hotel might be less exciting for some people, but the effeminate preacher thought it would be a wonderful sort of adventure and proceeded to explore what covered grounds he could.
Of course, this was also in part due to the fact that the dining area did not open for breakfast until 7am, but that was mostly inconsequential.
So the priest had returned to his room and dressed in his robes, swept his long hair off his neck in a messy bun, and donned the (now dry and re-polished) black dress shoes before returning to the hall and walking about the hotel. He began on the third floor and worked his way around the hotel from there; by the time he returned to the lobby, it was not yet a quarter to seven and he had only just begun.
He wondered idly if anyone would join him, but pushed the thought aside. Someone would walk with him if they wished, and Charles didn't really believe in asking unless someone appeared to need the companionship. So, rather than asking anyone in the lobby, the effeminate priest continued his tour unguided, drifting from area to area absently while listening to the storm rage on outside.
When he reached the ballroom, Charles smiled fondly and began humming to himself, half-dancing distantly remembered steps as he walked across the room. It'd been many years since he'd danced, and this ballroom really didn't look much like where he had first learned how, but there was something about the old room that made him feel the urge to hum vaguely remembered tunes and dance half-remembered steps. He wasn't quite sure what it was; maybe it was just because a room like this must have been filled with so many people back when this hotel was in its prime. It was almost sad, then, that he was the only person here now.
Or, maybe he just thought he was the only person.