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OoC: I dunno.....Why does your character have wings? And I would like you to be a bit more descriptive.

Tovah grinned. "You're pretty cool, Ms. Claire." She said, waltzing in the elevator. When they reached the 7th floor, the girls chatted as they walked down the hall into their room. After Tov unlocked the door, she followed Claire inside. The room was spacious, with a large bathroom to the left as they walked in. The walls were an off-white, and orange curtains blocked views of the brightly lit city on a busy night. Each bed had a red bedspread with white pillows and a dark wood side table, each housing a vase of yellow flowers. "Holy ..." Tov breathed. "This is the nicest room i've ever been in. Period," She added, nodding and looking around.

ooc: im starting any way sorry!!

ic: wakes up and sees a pool of her own blood scatter on her sparkling white tile floor, "i, i gotta get out of here'' she relizes no one is home. she dashes to the kitchen wets a cloth and wipes up the blood grabes a bag tosses in a nife ''this could come in handy'' she runs out the door slaming it behind her

"Really?" Claire asked, surprised. She looked down, embarrassed. She didn't want to tell Tovah that her room at her old house was so much better than this room. That her closet was so much better than this room. Claire tossed her suitcases on the bed closest to the window, and pulled open the curtains. "Enjoy the city while we can, baby," Claire said, laughing, then unzipped one of the suitcases. She grabbed the first outfit on top, and strutted to the bathroom. She locked the door, and changed. When she emerged, she was in a pair of blue and black plaid short-shorts and a white tank top. "I love my pajamas," Claire said happily, walking back over to her suitcase. She pulled out her makeup and small food supply, and pushed the clothes to one side, the shoes to the other. She set the things she had pulled out on top of the dresser closest to the window. "Make yourself at home," Claire said. She grabbed a book from out of her purse, and flopped onto her bed. She leaned against the pillow, and pulled her hair into a messy bun resting on her neck. Claire opened the book, smiled, and started to read. She was ready for bed, she just didn't think she would be able to sleep.

ooc: im mobil what do you exspet?

Tov smiled weakly at Claire's cute pajamas. She rummaged through her bag, wondering if she had taken the time to -- ah, here they were. Tovah lifted a soft cotton pink tee shirt and a pair of boxers with a smiley face on it. She laughed quietly. "Some girls steal there boyfriend's shirt to wear .. I got my ex's boxers," Tov shrugged sarcasticly. She changed and braided her hair. Then she eyed the coffee maker and grinned as she brewed herself a cup. "Would you like some coffe? Or tea?" Tovah asked Claire. "we might need it to prepare for a journey ..."

"Coffee, please," Claire said, smiling at Tovah's earlier comment, about the boxers. "At least you have had a boyfriend," Claire said, putting her book down and climbing off the bed to join Tovah at the coffee maker. Claire grabbed a thin box-looking thing from one of the suitcases sitting open on the ground at the foot of her bed. She flipped it open, and pushed a button. Her laptop turned on. "How long do you think it will take us to get to Florida?" Claire asked. "I am going to make reservations at a hotel there. One on the beach," Claire added. She pulled the internet up, and set the laptop down on the table next to the coffee maker. "We can go shopping on our way to Florida for swimsuits," Claire told her with a wink.

Tovah's eyes windened. "A hotel on the beach? Sounds gorgeous. I bet it's fun having a middle class girl like me having a friend; who's appreaciative about everything." She stirred in creams and sugars into her mug, and came over to Claire's bed to give her her cup. Tov sipped her coffee as she sat on her own bed next to Claire's. "And bikini shopping sounds great! I need some beach right now ... Oh, pssh," Tovah said, using her hand as some sort of swatter. "Like Taj was that good of a boyfriend anyway. We broke up a few days before i ran away. The main reason i was his girlfriend was because our names sounded perfect -- Taj &+ Tov," She laughed.

Sophie smiled, nervously and looked up at the boy. "Yah, I'm fine." The boy was actually kind of cute, she wished she had never fallen. She started blushing as she relived the moment over and over again. "I'm Sophie." she held out her hand to shake then realized it was her bad hand, the blood from the gash on her arm was leaking onto her hand. She gasped and pulled it behind her back holding out her left hand. "And you are?" she asked, hoping that the boy hadn't seen her hand.

"It's just fun having a real friend," Claire laughed as she accepted the coffee from Tov. "Okay. I booked the room for a week. We are the closest I can get us to the beach," Claire said, after a little typing and clicking of her mouse on her laptop. She turned the screen to face Tov, and on the screen was a picture of their room. Almost right outside the large screen doors was the beach. "Like it? I picked it out myself," Claire giggled at the look on Tovah's face.

"Well, i must say," Tov said grinning. "You def know how to pick a hotel! You should be a travel agent or soemthing.." she said sipping her coffee. "Have you ever really thought about the future? Like what you;ll be doing in 5 .. 10 .. 15 years?"

"I always thought I would end up doing what my parents are doing. But now that I see what happened to them because of it, I don't want that anymore," Claire sighed. She set her coffee mug down on the table next to her bed, and started typing something on the computer. "I am just going to tell you. I think you need to know," Claire said. It was almost as if she was telling herself. "You know my parents," Claire said suddenly. On her computer screen, she had found a picture from around four months ago. It was of her, her dad, her step-mom, and the Princesses. "This," Claire turned the picture to Tovah, "is my family. Me, my dad, my step-mom, and my step-sisters." She didn't want to see Tovah's face, so she turned away, toward the window, with her hair hiding her face.

After seeing the blood run off her hand onto the ground David looked at her. "I'm David, nice to meet you Sophie." He smiled but felt compelled to at least see what was wrong. David carefully rolled up the girl's sleeve and took a look at the gash. He sighed, "I won't ask." David then ripped off both of his shirt sleeves, making one into a pad and the other into the rap, he used the water from his bottle to gently rinse the gash and applied the pad, then tied it on so it applied some pressure on the gash. "I can't guarantee you won't need to get that stitched up, but that should help the bleeding. Now if you don't mind I'm not from around here, where the hell am I?"

Sophie smiled, "Thanks. Your in good ol' Fort Lauterdale, Florida." She said looking around. "And I need to get out of here and fast." She added. "You didn't need to rip off your sleeves though." she said noticing his torn sleeves wrapped around her arm for the first time. "Would you like to come with me, to wherever I'm going?" she asked awkwardly, shuffling around the dirt on the pathway. "You can say no." she added still looking down at the ground. She wanted to have someone with her just so she could feel safer and get some help.

Hmm... Florida... Well, can't get much further from home than that. David mused to himself.

He smiled. "Sure I could join you for a while I suppose, and don't worry about the sleeves, it feels good, warmer here then where I come from. Stay here for a minute." David went into the woods and grabbed the rest of his stuff, and then come back out. "Alright Sophie, lead the way." David reaches his hand out to her.

Sophie smiled and grabbed his hand, "First we gotta grab my stuff." She led him through where she came and picked up her bag. "How much money do you have?" she asked. She had about 140 dollars and they needed to get out of Florida quickly. Even though her dad hated her, he wouldn't just let her go and soon the cop's would be swarming the city looking for her. "Where should we go?" she asked, she wanted to go somewhere warm but she really wanted to get out of Florida. And since she didn't have much she would probably have to go somewhere cheap.

"Like I said, I'm not from the area, so lead the way i will follow." David takes out his wallet and looks. "I have about 75$ now, sorry i don't have more." David checks the bandage to makes sure it is staying. "Well Sophie I'm at your will right now, lead the way. Also, if you don't mind me asking, whats your story?"

"Holy ..." She breathed, green eyes wide, poking the smooth screen of Claire's laptop. "Why is it that I spy famliar faces?"

Claire smiled slightly. Maybe she would be lucky, and Tovah wouldn't be a huge fan of her dad, or step-mom. "My dad is Chris Gruesson, and my step-mom is Tasha Gruesson. They are famous singers...." Claire's voice faded off. "And the twins, my step-sisters," Claire sighed, pointing to the twins in the picture. "And now you know my family," Claire said. She breathed in relief as Tovah stared at the picture.

Tov's eyebrows rose. "Gruesson ... dude youre Claire Gruesson?" Her eyes larged to the size of saucers. Then she laughed. "Nah, im kidding; i could tell it freaked you out. But i do recognize the guy. The man. Your dad." Tovah replied. "And i also see a Claire that looks different than the one sitting near me. That Claire looks .. confined. You look halfway happy in this hotel," Tov said, a small smile spreading on her lips.