First Meeting (Carey and June)
Who: June Montgomery and Carey Rochester What: Their first meeting! When: Way back in 2007 (History Scene) Where: The Mayaimi Crown Hotel Warnings: TBA, probably nothing.
The ocean had been there as long as there were eyes to see it. Millions, perhaps, had stood in the very spot where he stood now, staring out into its endless lengths and depths. It lingered closer in great white heads, and further out smoothed into a slab of slate that blended into the sky. It was perfect; one of the few things that made him feel as though he was connected to any other human being. He wondered if George Rochester felt the same way he did now, his hand on the clean white column in the hotel hall, staring out the flawless plate window. All year round, no matter the season, the ocean always looked the same.
This hotel, Carey Rochester had decided, would match the ocean it locked into eternal staring contest. It too would remain exactly the same forever, standing as if it had bones of platinum instead of wood. That was why he'd thrown such a fit when he'd seen the dent in the wainscoting put there by the bellboy's luggage cart, and that's why he stood in the hall now, something round and heavy in his hands. No one was around -- at this time of day, the employees should have been figuring out their lunch shifts. No guest would care to ask him who he was.
So he bent down onto his knees unashamed and pulled a canister of wood putty from his suit jacket. Glancing left and right quickly, he popped open the lid and stirred it with a wooden stick, then took up a glob on a metal knife. With painstaking care, he smoothed it over the dent. His nimble hands blended it into the ornate decoration, as if no harm had ever come to the wood at all. His eyes went narrow in concentration, his face straight and stern.