Wren McKnight, waitress extraordinaire (howcanihelp) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-05-21 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 07-06-13, ashling, wren |
Who: Wren and [OPEN]
When: A little bit after the power goes out
Where: Hallway of the Rose Wing
Wren had woken up this morning in a very different mood than she had the day before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why that was exactly. When she had first left the world and began working for the hotel, things had been good between her and Finley. Or at least that was the way she had seen things. She had made every effort to make sure that her sister knew she was going away and that there was no need to worry because both of them would be taken care of. It gave her a feeling of wholeness to know that there wasn’t any bad blood between Finley and herself. Apparently, she had been very, very wrong. Every time she recalled their conversation it made her stomach turn at how furious Finley was with her. Where had all that rage come from?
When she had opened her eyes at eight this morning, she hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. The first thing that popped into her mind was her sister and how she had spent the rest of the night. From there her mind ran off on a tangent of what exactly Finley had done to land herself as a guest of the hotel. After an hour of lying awake and staring up at the ceiling – feeling worse by the minute – she finally got up to check her computer, mostly in the hopes of finding something from Finley. Nothing. Or at least nothing but an announcement from Michael. So the power was going to go out later in the evening. No sooner had she had finished reading the announcement, the skies opened up and a downpour began to pound on the roof of her apartment. She had been scheduled for an evening shift, but the restaurant would likely be closed if the weather kept up.
Sometime before seven, Wren decided to brave the harrowing weather and trek to the hotel itself. She had intended on being in the main building when the power went out, but her desire was encouraged by the hours she had spent alone today. She needed to be around someone – anyone -- would could take her mind off Finley. For once, when she stepped through the front door of the hotel, she didn’t hope to find her sister standing there. “Christ,” she muttered under her breath as she shook out her umbrella, her boots, her hair, and her shirt – which had become terribly clingy and terribly see through – to get rid of all the excess water. The power had already gone out before she arrived, so she used the dim emergency lights to navigate her way to the front desk to receive her flashlight. And what was she to do now? Wren supposed the most entertaining option would be to stalk the halls to see how the guests were fairing in the dark, humid hotel.