Bobby O'Connor (topoftheinning) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-02-20 08:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-01, avery |
Who: Bobby and open to all
Where: Kitchen
When: Day 1, after noon
When he finally heard the phone ringing, Bobby pulled off his blindfold. Right away, he saw his room, lush surroundings decorated in earth tones. He wanted to drink in all the details, but the phone was ringing. Bobby picked it up and put it to his ear, saying "Yo" in greeting. He been expecting a real voice on the other end, not the message he did get. It ended soon enough, to which he told it, "Yeah. Thanks", before putting the phone back down.
Now Bobby did take time to look over his room. The walls were a taupe color, not bare, but decorated with paintings, modern art done in warm colors. It wasn't bad, but not something he would've picked out for himself. The wardrobe and dresser were both large and sturdy. Other than the bed he was laying on, the other larger pieces of furniture in the room were a very comfortable looking brown leather sofa and armchair. Overall, he liked what he saw. He had no doubt that it would never look this clean again, but he would at least make an effort. He figured it shouldn't be too hard, he didn't tend to use bedroom for much more than sleep and the sometimes entertaining of a woman anyway.
Bobby took a look in the bathroom, finding a modern-looking room with a large, glass-enclosed shower. It also looked impeccably clean. He felt a bit of weariness tug at him from the few days of travel. His body still felt tense from the hours upon hours of sitting in cars or planes. Feeling that a hot shower would make him feel much better, Bobby went to find his toiletries.
A quarter of an hour later, Bobby emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his waist, feeling very refreshed but no less tired. He was feeling a bit weary from travel and from the early waking that morning. Deciding he'd like to explore and meet people feeling more rested, Bobby tugged his towel off, upset the small pile of pillows neatly stacked on his bed, and pulled the sheets loose, slipping under them.
When he woke, the clock on the table beside him told him that it was just after noon. His stomach was telling him that it was past time he got something to eat. He found some comfortable clothes to wear, track pants, a hoodie over a tee and a pair of Nikes, and decided it was time to explore.
Able to determine from his window and the trip in that he was on the third floor, Bobby left his room and headed for the stairs. He thought he could hear voices about as he descended to the ground floor, but he'd get food first, then find some company.