Honey Moore
This place ain't bad...
A tall, long-haired blond woman dressed in a primed, pressed red silk shirt and dress pants of gray stood in black stacked stilettos, darkened eyes turned slightly upwards at the building, examining it with a brow raised in curiosity. Why she was mysteriously summoned to this seemingly grand hotel, the Akuma, a Japanese hotel in the heart of the Big Apple, she was absolutely uncertain. However, she would enjoy her little vacation from her schooling and job and unwind after all the stress that had been building up since the end of Christmas. She, with two rolling suitcases and three large bags plus a little designer purse in tow, shuffled her way through the door that was held open for her by a doorman. She said a bright thanks as she entered, drinking in the rest of the hotel with eyes of awe and splendor. Honey's gait slowed as she glanced around, seeing the beautiful lobby with twinkling eye and slight smile. She enjoyed the design and decor of the hotel already.
To the front desk she wrestled with her many bags, a bit breathless, and began to give her name.
"Ah, hello, ma'am. I'm Honey Moore. Or, it might be in there as Miranda Moore. I'm not quite sure. Honey's my middle name, you see, but everyone calls me that." She silenced herself with a bit of a befuddled smile. "Listen to me, rambling. I've been so busy lately and just.. coming here's got be a bit flustered. But it seems like such a nice place. A Japanese hotel in the NYC is a good idea, ya know? Never heard of one here before."
The woman desk keep had been smiling through her entire speech, and nodding and returned her responses: "Yes, it is a rather good idea, isn't it. Yes, Ms. Moore, you're in here. As Honey, actually. Here's your key, ma'am. Please enjoy your stay."
Honey returned the polite nod and took the key with more kind thanks, asking quickly, "Is there someone who can help me with my bags? I have so much with me-" She broke into a sweet laugh, adjusting the falling luggage, trying to keep her balance on her 5 inch heels. The woman nodded and gestured a man near who took her three bags, where Honey began to lead the man towards the labelled room number, apparently a floor up.
In the elevator, Honey and the bellboy struck pleasant conversation, continuing to talk about the most recent season of NCIS and reruns of The Big Bang Theory until they reached her given room. Slipping easily inside with the key, she directed him to leave her bags by the door, thanking him and laughing at a little joke from one of the shows he called as he disappeared behind the shutting of the door. She shuffled her bags aside to unpack them, planning to explore her room afterwards and then the rest of the hotel, really interested in finding the hotel's perks. She picked up a kimono that was folded on her bed, smiling a bit as she admired its beauty, then setting it down as she stuffed her entire wardrobe into the places for her clothing, placing make-ups and hair products and the like on a counter in the fine bathroom, and, once down, slid her shoes off and sat on her bed, shoving the now empty bags to the floor and massaging her feet as they were sore.
"This place really isn't bad." She said with admiration, laying back and nuzzling into the top blanket. "Ahhhh, silk." She knew she was going to enjoy her stay.
This place ain't bad...
A tall, long-haired blond woman dressed in a primed, pressed red silk shirt and dress pants of gray stood in black stacked stilettos, darkened eyes turned slightly upwards at the building, examining it with a brow raised in curiosity. Why she was mysteriously summoned to this seemingly grand hotel, the Akuma, a Japanese hotel in the heart of the Big Apple, she was absolutely uncertain. However, she would enjoy her little vacation from her schooling and job and unwind after all the stress that had been building up since the end of Christmas. She, with two rolling suitcases and three large bags plus a little designer purse in tow, shuffled her way through the door that was held open for her by a doorman. She said a bright thanks as she entered, drinking in the rest of the hotel with eyes of awe and splendor. Honey's gait slowed as she glanced around, seeing the beautiful lobby with twinkling eye and slight smile. She enjoyed the design and decor of the hotel already.
To the front desk she wrestled with her many bags, a bit breathless, and began to give her name.
"Ah, hello, ma'am. I'm Honey Moore. Or, it might be in there as Miranda Moore. I'm not quite sure. Honey's my middle name, you see, but everyone calls me that." She silenced herself with a bit of a befuddled smile. "Listen to me, rambling. I've been so busy lately and just.. coming here's got be a bit flustered. But it seems like such a nice place. A Japanese hotel in the NYC is a good idea, ya know? Never heard of one here before."
The woman desk keep had been smiling through her entire speech, and nodding and returned her responses: "Yes, it is a rather good idea, isn't it. Yes, Ms. Moore, you're in here. As Honey, actually. Here's your key, ma'am. Please enjoy your stay."
Honey returned the polite nod and took the key with more kind thanks, asking quickly, "Is there someone who can help me with my bags? I have so much with me-" She broke into a sweet laugh, adjusting the falling luggage, trying to keep her balance on her 5 inch heels. The woman nodded and gestured a man near who took her three bags, where Honey began to lead the man towards the labelled room number, apparently a floor up.
In the elevator, Honey and the bellboy struck pleasant conversation, continuing to talk about the most recent season of NCIS and reruns of The Big Bang Theory until they reached her given room. Slipping easily inside with the key, she directed him to leave her bags by the door, thanking him and laughing at a little joke from one of the shows he called as he disappeared behind the shutting of the door. She shuffled her bags aside to unpack them, planning to explore her room afterwards and then the rest of the hotel, really interested in finding the hotel's perks. She picked up a kimono that was folded on her bed, smiling a bit as she admired its beauty, then setting it down as she stuffed her entire wardrobe into the places for her clothing, placing make-ups and hair products and the like on a counter in the fine bathroom, and, once down, slid her shoes off and sat on her bed, shoving the now empty bags to the floor and massaging her feet as they were sore.
"This place really isn't bad." She said with admiration, laying back and nuzzling into the top blanket. "Ahhhh, silk." She knew she was going to enjoy her stay.