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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 16:38:22 GMT -5
"I've rented a hotel room, theres a couch I can sleep on it." He offered. No one deserved to sleep on the hard cold ground. Pablo scratched his chin, he dash quickly to the body and dumped it into a garbage can. Either way the local authorities would find out quickly. There was no point in making it seem like the unconsciouses man had committed the crime.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 16:46:57 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrow at the rather unceremonious way Pablo shoved the man into a trashcan. The resident doctor she used to volunteer under, Dr. Perry, would have a fit if he saw that. She paused for a moment, considering the offer. "Well....." she said, hesitating a bit. A groan from the unconscious man helped her make her descision. "That would be wonderful," she said with a smile, "I haven't slept indoors for what seems like ages. So lead the way!"
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 16:58:01 GMT -5
It was a quite unethical act yet it was the only thing Pablo could think of. "All right, lets get out of here." He said, slapping his hands together as if he was getting rid of chalk. With a sudden leap the boy was off, running quickly. Pablo's left hand grabbed his pants and pulled them up a bit. He slowed down a bit hoping he didn't lose Arai.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 17:01:22 GMT -5
She followed easily, her slender legs glad to finally have some exercise. Pablo certainly looked funny, running with one hand holding up his pants. Shaking her head, she ran faster until she was right next to him. "No need to slow," she said, breathing easily, "I can keep up. I ran track." Then she increased her pace, stride lengthening as she ran on her toes, arms pumping and head back, enjoying a good run as the wind whipped through her short red hair.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 17:06:00 GMT -5
"Well aren't you Miss Perfect?" He said with a smile dashing ahead. Pablo almost tripped due to 'his' pants but managed to keep them on. The young man rushed between people when he suddenly came to a halt. (Well I don't know any Greek hotel chains soo... Don't kill me XD) He looked up, it was a marriot. Pablo turned his held to look at Arai, "As far as we know your my sister." He took a step inside, luckily Pablo had left his hotel card on the counter.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 17:11:01 GMT -5
She grinned back. "Not perfect, just better than you," she retorted, keeping pace perfectly with him. She laughed as he tripped a few times, the cuffs of the too-large pants catching on his feet. "Walk much?" she teased, running ahead again. When he skidded to a stop outside the hotel, she was right beside him. Looking in the window, she decided they looked enough alike to be related. Technically, they were, just not in the way people would expect. Following him inside, she kept close, remaining unobtrusive and inconspicuous. Arai was very good at that.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 17:18:12 GMT -5
Pablo whistled lightly after he asked the lady behind the counter for his key. "Thank you." He said grabbing it as he walked to wards the elevator. Pablo pressed the button once and waited for a little bit. It was an odd sight to see the boy pulling up his pants and whistling a delightful tune for some. Of course many people found that to be obnoxious. The two doors slid open, Pablo quickly entered. He pressed the number 15 button.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 17:22:15 GMT -5
Arai stood behind the whistling teenager. The tune was not unpleasant, but the attention it was drawing made her a bit nervous. She already got enough stares with her rare red hair and unusual light brown eyes. Fortunately, the elevator came at that point and she stepped inside beside Pablo, pressing the >CLOSE DOOR< button. As the doors closed on the two teenagers, she sighed and leaned against the railing.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 17:30:53 GMT -5
Pablo abruptly stopped the second the doors had closed. He looked at Arai, She didn't seem to like attention. The young teenager now began to tap his left foot, and suddenly stopped himself. He was impatient, and he killed time like that. The two doors now slid open once again, Pablo stepped through. His room was right infront of the elevator, pulling the key out of his pants he opened the door. Walking in he threw it into the counter, "Thats your bed." He said pointing at it, "I'll sleep on the couch." He then pointed at the couch. Pablo smelt like blood, so before taking a shower he took a pair of clean clothes and brought them into the shower.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 18:10:23 GMT -5
Arai walked in behind him, shutting and locking the door firmly. The room seemed nice enough; clean, well-decorated, no stains in the carpet. "Are you sure?" she asked, "I'm fine with sleeping on the couch." She certainly didn't want to take his bed. After all, if he hadn't have showed up, she would be sleeping on a bench or something. Sitting in a lounge chair, she looked out the window reflectively. The city was dark aside from a few scattered lights. The almost-full moon shone down on her, bathing her face in its silver rays. It was sad that something so beautiful could cause her so much trouble.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 19:14:33 GMT -5
Shortly after Pablo came out of the shower, now dressed in fitting clothes. He rintzed the last bit of water out of his air as he grabbed the dead man's clothes. Pablo had left the window open, he leaped over a chair into the balcony tossing the clothes. The breeze picked it up and took the ripped clothes far away. Pablo held his arms up still, it was some sort of ritual for the boy. Or habit yes that would be the correct choice of words.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 19:19:32 GMT -5
Arai watched silently as this strange boy stood outside, sort of saluting the moon. Curious. Most curious. Well, she knew that she needed a shower, so she announced, "I am taking a shower. You may have the comforter if you want it, Pablo." Then she stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. This was a habit of sorts for her. Locks gave her a sense of security. Not bothering to undress, she stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the water wash over her. Hey, her clothes needed washing too.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 19:30:07 GMT -5
Pablo jumped onto the couch the second Arai got up. The boy was about to turn on the television when he remembered he didn't speak Greek. Or understand it for that. He looked left then right and rested his eyes lightly. Today had been a long day for the young teenager. " I'm just going to rest my eyes." He said quietly, mostly to himself.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 19:34:37 GMT -5
After a long shower, Arai finally felt clean again. Of course, now her clothes were all wet. But still clean. Wrapping herself in a towel, she began to blowdry her clothes using the blowdryer on the wall. Finally, she finished and put them on, reveling in the warmth. Stepping out of the bathroom, she rubbed her head with a towel. Short hair was easy to dry. Pablo was sprawled out on the couch, seemingly asleep. Although everything was more than it seemed. Laying on the bed, she sighed blissfully at the feel of softness beneath her. Snuggling her head into the pillow, she pulled the sheets around her and curled up. "Night, Pablo," she whispered.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 19:38:12 GMT -5
Pablo had rolled onto his side, a cool breeze entered the room. He hadn't thought of closing it, nothing would be able to reach them. The boy smiled in his sleep as he drempt, the dream was a memory of the pass. When he had been normal, before his parents had died. Pablo was three at the time yet he recalled it clearly.
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