RPGOOC Notes
2010: The Hotel
The sound of knocking on her room door had awaken her from the bed. She quickly raised up away from the pillow, then mattress, while her hair looked slightly unkempt. She hardly had clothes, so she wore her white bra and panties in the bed.
She immediately forgot that she wasn't in Pinehearst anymore. The appearance of the pillow, and then her surroundings, had reminded herself of it. It was better than no shelter, and no bed at all.
She could hear the man's voice behind the door calling for her, along with breakfast. Even though she wasn't in the mood to eat anything, her sense of hunger had forced her to, so she quickly got dressed (with the few clothes that she carried in her bag), combed her hair with a light tan brush she had gotten from her house in Brazil when she last visited, and then she proceeded onto the door, opening it.
In front of her was this man she had seen before; the stranger, somewhat. She was still getting to know him; more slowly than usual, however.
"IHop" was something that had just now struck her head. What was this place that he was talking about? It's been months and months in the United States, and she still wasn't familiar with it, yet alone breakfast in America. She would occasionally miss the papaya, and fuba cake that her mother would make in her hometown, but this was something new, and she had no choice, but to eat instead of starving herself to death.
The sound of knocking on her room door had awaken her from the bed. She quickly raised up away from the pillow, then mattress, while her hair looked slightly unkempt. She hardly had clothes, so she wore her white bra and panties in the bed.
She immediately forgot that she wasn't in Pinehearst anymore. The appearance of the pillow, and then her surroundings, had reminded herself of it. It was better than no shelter, and no bed at all.
She could hear the man's voice behind the door calling for her, along with breakfast. Even though she wasn't in the mood to eat anything, her sense of hunger had forced her to, so she quickly got dressed (with the few clothes that she carried in her bag), combed her hair with a light tan brush she had gotten from her house in Brazil when she last visited, and then she proceeded onto the door, opening it.
In front of her was this man she had seen before; the stranger, somewhat. She was still getting to know him; more slowly than usual, however.
"IHop" was something that had just now struck her head. What was this place that he was talking about? It's been months and months in the United States, and she still wasn't familiar with it, yet alone breakfast in America. She would occasionally miss the papaya, and fuba cake that her mother would make in her hometown, but this was something new, and she had no choice, but to eat instead of starving herself to death.
