Anna and Ariel, Gingers United
Her mood immediately plunged into the toilet, again, not just the doldrums - but Anna was scared, because there was too much going on up here and it was like the hotel suddenly came to life. She didn't spend a lot of time here but it always seemed so...dead. The spirits were there, yet they too were slogging through whatever was called life. Now they appeared to be angry.
A crash, bang, screeeech. The smell was enough to nearly make her gag, but a feeling of bravery effervesced in the light from her pale sparkling blue eyes. There was nothing but intention and courage, as she grabbed Ariel's arm. "We should at least try," she said. "Maybe...maybe the hotel's wanting to tell us something. Maybe something's up here, someone's trapped..."
Or maybe she'd end up dead, feeling so guilty about it that it slammed around within her and left her insides painted purple, but Anna was still a fighter.