Hunter Sommer (missherocomplex) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-10-08 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle001, hunter, mack |
Who: Hunter & Mack.
When: Early in the AM, immediately following Hunter's dismissal by security.
Where: Third floor, Mackenzie's room [311].
What: Hunter tracking down her teammate. In progress.
Warning: Horrible language, potential for rough-housing that could end in Hunter getting punched, etc.
Never the type to be particularly good at holding onto a juicy secret, at least when it came to her best friend, it was a natural first decision for Hunter to seek Mack out. Dead bodies in the hotel pool were a pretty juicy secret. She hadn't seen any of her teammates since they had bailed out of her truck the night before, she had left their pile of bags with the bellhop along with their names but she hadn't bothered to figure out which room any of them got in the end. Between meeting and going on the haunted tour with Nona, hitting the bar afterward, and then the excitement of her morning, she just hadn't gotten around to it. Honestly, Hunt had been expecting to see at least one of the three other girls around, at least in the bar but it hadn't happened.
Out of all three though, Hunter knew that Mack would be the least likely to be out and about. She wouldn't doubt that the shorter blonde was up in her room, just sullen and sulking about being trapped by the storm. She had just heard about the hurricane warning from the beefy security guard a few minutes earlier, so if Mack wasn't aware of that yet, it was just something else she had to fill the other girl in on. And then still of course, filling her in on the bit about fishing a dead body out of the deep end of the pool. Hunter was practically bursting with the things she had to tell Mack, even if she knew just the skeptical look her friend would give her. Slightly annoyed, but listening, that was Mack through and through.
Hunt had already made her first stop, hassling the young man running the front desk into revealing Mackenzie's room number to her. Big smiles and a simple explanation, that she was the other girl's captain and really needed to get a hold of her, went a long way. 311, that was simple enough to remember, and Hunter made only a quick stop to her own room to change out of her wet work-out clothing. The work-out would have to wait, until they dragged the body out of there at least, or whatever they were doing. She was going to ask the cops later, for sure. If people were having trouble getting in and out due to the weather, where were they supposed to store a dead body? In the kitchen freezer or something, next to the steaks they expected you to pay top price for? That was sick.
It was probably better than a smelly corpse though. Especially a wet, smelly corpse.
Changed into something more dry and comfortable, they were stuck for at least a while and it wouldn't hurt to settle in, Hunter meandered her way toward the elevator and up to the third floor. It looked much the same as her own floor downstairs, and it seemed laid out basically the same, making 311 easy enough to find. She gave a little nod to another blonde woman on her phone that was leaving the room next to Mack's room, and she waited for that woman to pass toward the elevators before the tall blonde began to pound her fist on Mack's door. She tried the knob, unsurprised to find it latched, but needing to try anyway. She knocked again, louder. "Hey, open up! I know you're in there sourpuss, rise an' shine! You better be smilin' when you open up, too."