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2:09 PM
[OPEN HOTEL SPAM - THURSDAY MORNING/EARLY AFTERNOON]
[Allison needed another tattoo.
It was starting not so differently from the others, only this time when the images and itches to sketch it out came to her, she knew there was something else going on. Now that she knew there were things she'd forgotten, a whole life she had no clue about, these impulses were no longer casual.
Thursday afternoon, it gets worse than its ever been, so she finally grabs the complimentary pad and pen on the desk in her room and spends hours in front of the fireplace, curled up in one of the chairs drawing. Her efforts are punctuated with gentle cursing and several wadded up sheets thrown in or at the fire, resulting in some trash scattered near her seat.
When she's done, she sits back and stares at the stylized arrowhead she's sketched out in painstaking detail: a tactical arrowhead, shaded in grey (silver, it's a silver arrowhead, she knows this somehow), and stamped with an engraving of a fleur de lis.
And she has no idea what it means.]
[ELEVATOR SPAM FOR PACKLESSALPHA (CW: possible NSFW content in comments)]
[After she's grabbed some food in the restaurant, Allison heads into the elevator to go back to her room. She feels weirdly exhausted, and she needs a nap.
She doesn't realize she's not alone until she punches the button, the doors slide shut...and she glances to her left to see an all too familiar face that's still haunting her sleep.]
Jesusfuck!...
[Allison needed another tattoo.
It was starting not so differently from the others, only this time when the images and itches to sketch it out came to her, she knew there was something else going on. Now that she knew there were things she'd forgotten, a whole life she had no clue about, these impulses were no longer casual.
Thursday afternoon, it gets worse than its ever been, so she finally grabs the complimentary pad and pen on the desk in her room and spends hours in front of the fireplace, curled up in one of the chairs drawing. Her efforts are punctuated with gentle cursing and several wadded up sheets thrown in or at the fire, resulting in some trash scattered near her seat.
When she's done, she sits back and stares at the stylized arrowhead she's sketched out in painstaking detail: a tactical arrowhead, shaded in grey (silver, it's a silver arrowhead, she knows this somehow), and stamped with an engraving of a fleur de lis.
And she has no idea what it means.]
[ELEVATOR SPAM FOR PACKLESSALPHA (CW: possible NSFW content in comments)]
[After she's grabbed some food in the restaurant, Allison heads into the elevator to go back to her room. She feels weirdly exhausted, and she needs a nap.
She doesn't realize she's not alone until she punches the button, the doors slide shut...and she glances to her left to see an all too familiar face that's still haunting her sleep.]
Jesusfuck!...