|[ WHO ]| : Christian Ozera |[ WHERE ]| : Ground floor of the hotel |[ WHEN ]| : Evening, a little past 8. |[ WHAT ]| : Looking for feeders or blood. |[ RATING ]| : PG-13 (blood) |[ STATUS ]| : Open
If there was one thing Christian hated, it was being held places against his will. He had come here to get a small break from Court for a couple days because of the drama Tasha caused. Lissa could be without him for a couple days, but now it seemed like he'd be staying longer than he planned. At least he had Adrian around to keep him company. The two Moroi used to not get along very well, but they had grown closer as friends, which was odd enough to Christian the way it was.
However, now he needed to worry about his needs; blood, to be specific. The last time he'd went two days without blood, he was on the verge of snapping. Though, that wasn't really his fault. Damn Strigoi. Making his way downstairs, he started looking around in open doors, trying to find the kitchen of this building. There had to be some way he could get blood, preferably from blood bags. Even if he had to find a willing donor, he'd be okay. They could trust Christian. He wouldn't ever kill someone while feeding. Weary from searching, he pursed his lips and leaned up against a random wall. He was dreadfully thirsty; he was starting to form bags under his eyes from how tired he was, his skin wasn't as 'glowy' as it usually was, and his eyes had dulled slightly, more slate grey than crystal blue.