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Post by KayKay on Apr 18, 2018 7:10:19 GMT
The quiet halls of the St. Pancras Hotel were disrupted as a young woman stepped out from her room, mumbling instructions to herself under her breath. Her appearance was unusual by most standards of London fashion; her hair, dyed an eye-catching baby-blue and tied into a pair of twin ponytails, resembled the look of 74 AC's most popular hairstyle among the high class women of Central London. Her clothing however was comparatively drab: she wore an old purple sweater that had seen many long days crawling about the London undercity, and a pair of simple jeans that had been worn down through use. Her wrists were decorated with colorful plastic bracelets in a fashion statement that was popular only with herself.
"Weed remover, sugar, aluminum foil..." she muttered, reading off the list she was holding in her hand as she locked the door to her room with a large iron key. Her brows furrowed. "Where in the name of Eru Ilúvatar am I supposed to find a six-centimeter copper ring?"
She had only taken a few steps down the hall before she jumped and darted back into her room with a shrill cry of: "Oh gosh!"
She had nearly forgotten her bag!
The woman reemerged with a slight blush, thankful there was no one there to see her. Hoisting the bag up onto her shoulders, she began to stride towards the staircase at the end of the hotel's wing.
Her eyes fell back down to the list in her hand, and she shook her head when she reached: 'Three bottles of Jack's Redwood Rum'. It was clearly not Mole who had asked for this particular item.
The woman glanced back up and stopped cold in her tracks. A few doors down, a tall, black-haired woman lay face-down on the carpet, unmoving.
"Oh... oh gosh." She dropped the bag from her shoulders and raced over to the woman's side. Her hands were shaking as she clapped her hands next to the woman's ear. "Are you okay?" she asked loudly. She clapped again, praying silently that she hadn't just woken up to a dead woman in her hotel...
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Post by Stage on Apr 18, 2018 7:33:25 GMT
The dark-haired woman rolled over and swatted away the clapping hands.
"Sam, s... shove off an' lemme' sleep..."
A pungent odor wafted up from the movement. It smelled as if the woman had bathed in alcohol. Her accent seemed local, but her face, still scrunched with closed-eyed weariness, did not. Her round cheeks and elliptical eyes suggested a strong Asian heritage, likely only a generation removed. As she rolled back over, away from the woman and the bright hallway lights, it was hard not to notice that she wore a very thin, very low cut shirt that barely contained the mountains of flesh under her chin.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 2:18:45 GMT
"Err, Sam?" the woman asked, crinkling her nose at the smell. She brushed the thought off, deducing that 'Sam' was likely the woman's boyfriend. Trailing her gaze down the woman's right arm, she saw an iron key clenched in her hand. She must have been on her way to her room when she passed out.
The woman looked up and down the hallway. There was nothing on the keys that corresponded to the room numbers, probably to prevent theft. She reached out and tapped the woman's back.
"Hello? Err, this isn't Sam. My name is T.J. You... you've fallen asleep in the middle of a hallway. Do you need help?"
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 2:43:50 GMT
The form of the woman, shifting her heavy chest and wriggling her surprisingly broad shoulders to try and find a comfortable spot to fall back asleep, froze at the words.
"Bollocks."
Cheeks flushing, the raven-haired woman hurriedly staggered to her feet. She was nearly a head taller than T.J. Her large breasts heaved even after she stood up and the bright hallway lights made a drool stain, still damp, glow dimly across her tightly stretched tank top. The sudden movement was apparently too much for her stomach however, because the redness drained from her tanned face and it grew very pale instead. She slapped a hand across her mouth as her stomach rolled.
"B- Bathroom," she begged, muffled through her finger.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 2:52:25 GMT
T.J's eyes, already magnified by her glasses, went wide. She opened her mouth to ask which room the woman had rented, but feared prompting her to speak would cause her to eject her stomach contents.
Instead, she began to jog back to her room. "This way!" she shouted, fumbling for her key as she lodged it into the keyhole. "You can use mine!"
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 2:58:02 GMT
The taller woman nodded weakly. She stumbled forward and gripped T.J.'s shoulder as if she would lose her way crossing the threshold. Even through her sweater, T.J. could feel that the hand was quite warm.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 3:18:58 GMT
T.J opened the door to reveal a sizable, if standard looking, hotel room – with the notable exception of the triple-arched windows that dominated the farthest wall and offered a view into King's Cross Station. Wrapping an arm around the larger woman's shoulders, she helped her into the bathroom, kicking the door shut with her heel, and threw up the lid of the toilet.
"Easy, easy. Just breathe," she hushed. "In and out. Nice and slow."
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 3:30:12 GMT
The 'in' was easy enough. The woman tentatively removed her hand from her mouth and took a deep, albeit shaky, breath. The violent clutching of her stomach stopped at once and color diffused back into her face.
Hopeful, she began to lift her head from the toilet...
Before practically dunking her head into the bowl as the 'out' became a loud, unflattering retch.
"H... Hair," the Asian woman gasped between ejections of whatever she had eaten last night.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 3:43:35 GMT
"O-oh! On it!" T.J jumped to the woman's side and held back her long black haid away from her face, holding her breath so that she wouldn't be forced to breathe in the stench.
"Do you– oh, gosh," she gagged. "Do you have a name?"
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 3:53:10 GMT
"V- Vee," the woman coughed after she finished vomiting. She did not resume this time, but remained glued to the toilet, breathing heavily, in case she unexpectedly did. "A... And you said you were... D.J.?"
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 3:57:03 GMT
"T.J," she quickly corrected. "You, err, you can rest here if you like. Were you with anyone last night? Is there anyone you can call?"
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 6:13:51 GMT
Vee shook her head as she sat up heavily. "Nah, I... I came up alone. Not for lack of trying though... I guess I cocked it up at O'Neil's last night..."
She ran a hand through her long, dark hair. Her brow was troubled. "Fuck. Don't remember how though. It's all a... a blur. So is my room number, so, um... I think I'll take you on on that off. Thanks, luv."
"Oh, fuck me," the woman groaned suddenly as she slowly stood up. She leaned over the toilet and looked as if she might vomit once more. Thankfully, she did not, though perhaps only because there was nothing more in her stomach to eject. She wiped her mouth, then looked over her shoulder with a small, sheepish grin, giving T.J. her first clear look at her face. "Sorry. Not talking to you, dove."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 6:44:47 GMT
T.J chuckled. "It's alright." She fought back the temptation to remind Vee how dangerous it could be to go drinking alone. This wasn't Fox, this was a stranger whom she'd just met.
"Err, do you feel strong enough to shower?" she asked, after reaching over to the toilet handle with a handkerchief and flushing it. "I swear, I mean no offense, but..."
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 6:50:38 GMT
Vee looked as if she was going to shake her head again, but stopped. She raised a shoulder to sniff her tank top. A blush spread across her face.
"Um... it you wouldn't mind, luv."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 7:45:53 GMT
"I'll leave you to it," T.J smiled. "Oh! Call me if you need any help. Err, regarding alcohol sickness, not the... err, showering."
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 8:15:37 GMT
Vee's smile grew. "I wouldn't protest if you wanted to join me, dove, but okay. I won't be long."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 3:33:37 GMT
Leaving Vee the privacy of the bathroom, T.J made her way to her bed and sat down with a sigh. She reached into her bag for her phone, but her fingers found only empty air, and the weight of the strap seemed to have disappeared from her shoulders. "Oh gosh!" she cried as she raced past the bathroom and out the door to retrieve the bag she had left in the hall. As she returned, T.J switched on her phone and began to log into a website by the name of Whiz-Per, decorated in hearts, many shades of pink, and cursive fonts. It was an online dating site known for its highly secure encryption of messages between users. While Whiz-Per was popular among adultrists for this reason, T.J had less-than romantic reasons to use its services: It was a useful way to stay in touch with Fox, well away from the eyes of Saberdex. She began to write, tapping the keys with her thumbs as the sounds of falling water played out in the bathroom. Hello, Fox,
You would not believe what this morning has been like. There was a drunk woman passed out in the hotel-room hall. She's forgotten her own room number, so I've offered her my place for the time being. I'll store our expensive items in the safe just in case. Her name is Vee... although I don't know if she'll still be here when you return.
Say hello to Vesyka for me. Oh, and please message me as soon as you can once you arrive in Mival.
Sincerely,
Sparks.
T.J sent the message and placed the phone on her lap. She knew Fox wouldn't be able to see it until she reached one of the major cities. Right now she was probably off on the high seas aboard the Osprey.
She hoped she was okay.
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 4:02:56 GMT
It was not long before the cascading sounds of the shower trickled away. Only a few minutes after T.J. had left her bathroom, its door opened, and Vee stepped out. The mirror behind her had not even fogged over.
"Thanks for that, luv!" Vee smiled warmly, pushing aside her long, black hair, which slicked against her face like oil. The dark clothes of the woman, already provocatively tight, clung even tighter to her damp body, leaving little to the imagination. Her tank top in particular breathed like a second skin. She picked at the bottom though. She would pull it away from her water-slicked midriff, but it always fell back into place and stuck to her stomach stubbornly. This drew attention to another curve, not nearly as dramatic as that of her chest, but quite visible, above her hips. Her face slowly filled with color as it became clear she was not hiding anything.
"U- Um, I'm real sorry I stunk up your place," she stammered, sucking in her stomach instead. "I'll make it up to you though, okay? If you want a drink or breakfast or something, it's on me! I'll even just give you just the cash if you want. Uh... I only got Mites though. Is there there an exchange near here?"
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Post by KayKay on Apr 21, 2018 4:21:26 GMT
"They do exchange down in the lobby," T.J explained, pretending not to notice Vee sucking in her stomach. She didn't want her to feel more uncomfortable by pointing it out. "But no matter; I'd be happy to take you up on a breakfast. There's a delightful cafe down Judd Street, just past O'Neils."
She tucked her phone away and stood up from the bed, making sure this time to grab her bag.
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Post by Stage on Apr 21, 2018 4:26:43 GMT
"Sure thing, luv! Um... do you mind if I dry off some first?"
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