Renata Parker (nerdspecks) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-12-17 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | dovie, renata |
WHO: Renata and Dovie
WHEN: December 18, 2014; early afternoon
WHERE: Just outside the hotel
WHAT: Running into each other. Some random commiserating.
Renata had worked travel between the resort and Haven down to a science, since she had trekked back and forth more than a handful of time since she’d moved in with Mason. The first couple trips had been a pain, since she’d been hauling her belongings, but after that it hadn’t been so bad. Easy enough that she could justify at least a couple trips in a week, and even if moving through the jungle by herself still sometimes brought up the vague fear she associated with being captured. She wasn’t going to be cut off from all her mates, since social networking was a thing of the not-so-distant past.
Besides, her most recent trek had a reason, and it wasn’t just seeing Sera and Chris. She had left a few things behind in her old room and hadn’t realized it until she’d been searching for something earlier. Odds were that whoever took her room had taken possession of the few things she had left, but she wanted to at least try to get it back.
It also gave her an excuse for something to do. The routine of the island was starting to get a little boring. Even with the holidays it only made her think of the parties she was missing at home. But she wasn’t going to dwell. Nope, not at all.
At least she didn’t have Instagram to stalk all the happenings enviously.
Renata made her way around the side of the hotel and climbed the short fence that enclosed the patio and pool. It would have been simpler to walk to the main entrance, but she wanted to avoid a pat down from security, if she could, and the entrance from the pool wasn’t as heavily policed. There wasn’t anyone around either when she stepped into the small foyer and hallway, so she breathed out the breath she’d been holding in and went to turn on her heel.
“Bloody hell,” Renata exclaimed as she collided with another body. One that she could have sworn wasn’t there twenty seconds ago. She would have guessed ghost if the person wasn’t most definitely solid. “Watch where you’re walking.” Oh, she was spending too much time with Mason, and mentally cringed her own exclamation. “Or wear squeakier shoes,” she finished, trying to diffuse a possible fight with a lame joke.