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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 17:00:29 GMT -5
Pablo slapped his face lightly with water, trying to wake himself up. It seemed to help the boy. The door to the bathroom was flunged open, "Mourning sunshine." He joked, Pablo was still in his boxers. It didn't bother him at all. The boy pulled up his jeans from last night, in the corner of the room a bag of dirty clothes could be seen. Walking by the couch he picked up the bag and tossed it to the door. "I'm going to get something to eat, You can come along if you want."
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 17:16:09 GMT -5
She turned only her head as he emerged, face wet and hair ruffled. Clad only in boxers, she could see his lean muscle on his frame. Looking back out of the window, Arai considered the offer. "I do not think so," she finally decided. "I have no money, and I need to get out of town, far away from people, before tonight," she explained. "You should probably do the same," she commented, "unless you do not care about killing people when you are forced to become a werewolf."
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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 17:23:12 GMT -5
"Then I'll just eat breakfast, or lunch... it depends on what their serving." Pablo paused to think. "I have more then enough money, Just ask if you ever need some, Don't be a stranger." The boy reached for his wallet. He had his ways to stop himself from destroying it. "I don't like to kill people either... I just don't think about it. You'll get use to it in no time. Arai you seem like a strong person." The boy obviously didn't mean her physical strength. Pablo pulled the door open, "Last chance..... If you don't want to come just leave before one..." The boy pulled the door shut behind him. There was a restaurant in the lobby, other then sleeping, when in the hotel that was where he had spent most of his time.
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 19:25:22 GMT -5
She watched him leave, then turned back to the window, watching the people below out of her pensive eyes. Then she strode to the door and opened it, shutting it firmly behind her. Arai stepped beside him in the elevator. When the doors closed, she said, "Pablo, I don't want you to think that I'm stuck up or anything. It's just that I'm not used to depending on others for anything. To put it frankly, I was a spoiled rich kid. I never had to ask things of others, because everything was provided for me." Sighing, she ran a hand through her short red hair, trying to comb it into place a bit. "I'm not used to this. I.....I'm not a killer. I wanted to be a doctor, to save people. Then I was attacked, and my first transformation a few weeks later didn't go over well. I ended up killing the only person who was trying to save me." A lump rising in her throat at the thought, she looked away, unable to continue.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 19:44:22 GMT -5
Pablo placed his head on the back of the elevator wall. "Don't worry I understand. Change is difficult." He said looking up at the ceiling if the elevator. " You aren't a killer, it might of been technically your body but it wasn't you. Its like your possessed when it happens..." Pablo retorted. The boy then let out a sigh, blowing up into the air. He looked at Arai as she turned away. Pablo brought his arm up and rubbed her lightly on the back hoping to comfort her
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 19:49:55 GMT -5
"I know," she said in a hushed whisper, "but I still feel bad about it. I haven't killed since. I always stay far away from people, run in circles if I have to, just to control myself." She felt his hand gently touch her back. Half of her rebelled against it, but the other half was glad for the human - or lycan - contact. So she didn't do anything, just looked at the floor until she heard the ding that told them they had arrived. Lifting her head up, she smiled at the other teen. "Thanks Pablo," she said as she stepped out into the lobby.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 20:05:33 GMT -5
Pablo nodded his head. "No problem." He said, wishing his habit of getting into people's buisness had stopped. Its only for their good. He told himself walking out the elevator. He took a quick left turn on one leg as he made his way to the resturant. Luckily by miracle perhaps they were still serving breakfeast. As he entered, more then one waiter or waitress rolled their eyes. Picking up a menu he automatically sat down, on the closest seat. He wasn't exactly sure if Arai had followed him or not. Which some how lead to him wondering if the resturant was actually part of the hotel... It did have its own entrance, and some of the customers didn't seem to be guest.
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 20:09:35 GMT -5
Following behind him, Arai gazed about her at the lobby. People watching was a favorite pastime of hers; she always saw something interesting. A group of men huddled near the counter, talking in raised whispers. She picked up that the one in the middle, a slightly balding, middle aged man with a paunch, had not reserved enough rooms. A group of noisy ladies passed by her, leaving a trail of overly sweet perfume in their wake. As the gaily dressed posse swept out of the lobby, Arai guessed that they were tourist, due to the constant comments on the city and also the cameras in their hands. Sitting down across from Pablo, she gazed out into the restaurant, looking for anything of interest.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 20:51:13 GMT -5
Pablo whispered lightly items from the menu. It was if he was listing a whole section. He finally put down the menu and smiled. "Well I know what I'm having, order what ever you want as much as you want." Pablo waited for a waitress to walk over. It seemed like they recognized the boy, who ate alot for his size and maybe even species. "I hope your wrist doesn't hurt." The boy said, as the waitress rolled her eyes. "All right I want three pancakes, wait.. One blueberry, another strawberry and the third normal." He stopped, this resturant remined him of America even if had never been to the country. " One waffle, covered with whip cream and strawberries. Not jelly, just chopped up. An omelet with Cheese, Ham, and Onions, and finally some hash browns." All of this he said with a smile. The lady kept up with the boy. "And what may you want?" She asked Arai.
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 20:56:05 GMT -5
She smiled politely up at the waitress, not even bothering to look at the menu. Her family had gone to hotels like this often; she knew the general menu. "I'll have three waffles, with two sides of syrup, a cheese omlet, seven strips of bacon, four slices of french toast with powedered sugar, and also a glass of milk, please." The lady wrote quickly, getting all her orders without any hesitation. When she had left, Arai commented, "Rather good service, all in all."
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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 21:14:19 GMT -5
Quickly the waiter returned with the food. Though Pablo didn't ask for it, Orange juice was brought and some sunny side up eggs. Pablo smiled. "Thank you, Somebody seems to know the drill." He said half joking. The hash browns had been piled up high, this of course was all added to the bill ahead of time. Pablo quickly said a prayer and dug in. He first started with the pancakes which had been pile ontop of each other,Pablo cut through all three pancakes and took a bite.
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 21:39:17 GMT -5
Arai thanked the server warmly as the food was laid out on the table. It looked good, and her stomach growled in agreement. Placing a napkin fastiduously on her lap, she began to eat. Pouring the syrup over the waffles, she made sure each little section had a sugary pool occupying it before she started to consume them, eating them in two-by-two squares. Finishing that, she took a swallow of milk, then began to make inroads on the steaming omlette.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 18, 2007 21:46:08 GMT -5
Pablo folded half of the omelet on top of the other half. To him it seemed like a faster way to eat it. The boy had already chugged down half his orange juice, he never knew why he ate so fast. Stacking the plate on top of the pancake s's plate he moved to the eggs. It came with some bread. The eggs were gone faster then all other meals. He basically shoved the hash browns down his throat, and moved to his waffle. It was his favorite. On the waffle he actually took his time, while washing it down with orange juice. Some would find it unbelievable the two could fit so much food in side their bodies.
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Post by Arai on Sept 18, 2007 22:06:23 GMT -5
Finishing the omlette, she licked her lips, catching a string of cheddar cheese, before starting to eat the french toast. Eating each piece individually, she scooped the bites into her mouth, thick with powdered sugar. Occasionally, she would dip a bite into the remnants of the syrup, the sticky sweetness on her tongue pleasant and comforting. Drinking the glass of milk down, she crunched down on the slices of bacon, enjoying the crispy warmth. The spicy goodness of the red and tan strips refreshed her senses. Meditatively, she finished the last slice and drained the milk, her hunger finally satistfied.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 19, 2007 14:22:34 GMT -5
Pablo by then had finished, he patted his stomach with satisfaction. He looked to his right to see a face staring right at him through the window. Her hands cupped around her eyes to see better. She wasn't alone and was with some of her friends. The boy flipped his wallet to Arai, "I'll be right back." Pablo said dashing out of the resturant. For about five minutes or so he conversed with the group, none of them seemed to be any older then him. At the end he gave them his fairwells. After giving every single one of them their own private talk, he left. Returning into the resturant he sat down infront of Arai, a big smile was across his face. "Did you pay the bill?"
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