Ian Kingsley (kingofhiscastle) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-10-26 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle001, hunter, ian |
WHO: Ian and Hunter
WHEN: Around 2pm
WHERE: Ian and Nona’s room, then the lobby and beyond
WHAT: The impossible task of finding cell phone reception
WARNING: Language, for now. Otherwise TBD.
From the moment Ian Kingsley had arrived at the Eclipse, he had made it his mission to find a way to get out of there. It had a lot to do with the fact that the run-down hotel had made one bad impression after the next since he had first pushed through the front doors, but there was something else about it that he didn’t like. He just couldn’t put his finger on what it was, and that prickle at the back of his neck that told him that something was up had been driving him crazy, especially after he discovered that someone had invaded Nona’s personal space while he wasn’t there with her and had stolen her belongings. That didn’t sit well with him at all, knowing that there was someone roaming around the hotel who had her things – God knows they couldn’t have gotten very far, seeing how allegedly no one had left the hotel since the night before, and he was one of the last people to arrive.
Since his phone had been on its last legs when he had come in from the rain, he had made sure to charge it while he and Nona slept. Even when he came to, much sooner than he would have liked, he still had no reception, so he figured he’d wait it out. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do but wait, with this storm being as bad as it was. Instead of staring at the lack of service he had all day, he busied himself by helping Nona move their things into their new room, though after not seeing his fiancée for a few days, there were definitely other ways in which she helped keep him occupied enough to not think about all the things that had been bothering him. He slept for a few more hours, took a shower, and paced around in their new suite, still trying to will his phone to get at least 1 bar, enough for him to make a call to his manager, who had been hounding him since he had left the airport, trying to convince him to not be so stubborn and just wait out the storm. Clearly his words hadn’t gotten through to the actor, but he figured the least he could do was assure him that he was still alive.
It became obvious to him after continuously trying that he wasn’t going to be getting a call through, at least not while he sat around in their room. Besides, he was growing tired of staring at the same 4 walls for so long. He had put off leaving the safety of their room for so long for fear that he would be recognized and bombarded, but it wasn’t like he was going anywhere any time soon, and it was impossible for him to avoid the other residents of the hotel forever. Heaving a sigh, he pushed himself out of the chair he had planted himself down in, and put on his boots and the hooded sweatshirt that had finally dried from that morning. With his phone in hand, he grabbed his key from the bedside table before exiting the room and making his way down the hallway to the nearest stairwell, climbing his way down to the main lobby. He poked his head out to make sure the coast was relatively clear – or at least make sure that no one was paying attention to him – and then finally made his way out onto the first floor, finally giving himself the chance to explore a little bit.
Having been locked away in his room all day made him a little oblivious to everything that had been going on around him, so hearing snippets of conversations people were having in the hallways made him more uneasy. There was talk of someone having gotten murdered last night, and while he wanted to think that it was only gossip, he heard similar stories from different groups who were talking amongst themselves. That would explain why there was a cop car parked outside when he had shown up…
Between there being robbers and supposed murderers lurking about, Ian was more desperate to get in touch with someone from the outside world. He eventually found a fairly secluded area near the back of the building, standing with his phone lifted up to the window, even though his efforts were futile. He let out an aggravated groan before lowering the phone back down, his other hand now swiping back and forth through raven locks as he ranted under his breath, unaware that someone else was listening to him go off on the small piece of machinery.
“You piece of shit phone, all I need is one fucking bar…”