07-12-2016, 03:49 AM
The two slowly crept down the dimly lit hall, the floorboards beneath them creaked and moaned with every step they took. If something was in the hotel with them, it was certainly alerted to their presence by now. Gin's stab wound, despite being closed, still sent pain through his body as he moved. He tried his best to hide it from Remilia, it was best to not worry her at the moment; however he wasn't sure if he was successful at that or not. Finally; they arrived at the first door. It was a standard wooden door, and appeared to be unmarked as well. Gin laid flat against the wall and reached for the handle, he then quickly pushed the door open. He peeked around the corner and surveyed the room, finding it to be an unoccupied closet. "Nope, just a closet," he told Remila. Gin stepped inside and squinted his eyes, looking for the shape of a certain object that would be invaluable to them at the moment.
Remilia then poked her head inside, " Looking for something?" she asked.
"Yeah, a flashlight," Gin said.
"I think it's on the shelf to your right," Remilia said.
Gin looked over at her slightly confused, "Wait, how do you know that?" he asked.
"Vampires can see better in the dark than you humans can, dummy," Remilia said condescendingly before she gave Gin a light bump on the head with her closed umbrella.
Gin shrugged off the umbrella and slid his hand along the shelf he believed Remilia referred to; sure enough he eventually made contact with a large flashlight. He clicked the on button, and the bulb inside sprang to life, illuminating the entire closet. "Alright! Now we're in business!" Gin said enthusiastically. With flashlight in hand, Gin walked out and continued down the hall with Remilia. Having the place lit up took some of the edge off their minds, knowing nothing could ambush them from the darkness anymore. However with the new light, subtle details of the halls were visible to them now; there was a bit of water damage on the walls, with wallpaper sagging and even peeling off in places, nails were actually missing from some of the floorboards, and extremely large cobwebs covered the ceiling. Finally one other detail revealed itself in the light; Even numbered rooms were always on the right side of the hall, while odds were on the left.
They continued onward and eventually found the kitchen towards the back of the hotel, its condition however did not lift their spirits. It was at least as bad as the lobby, with utensils and silverware, drawers pulled from their cabinets, and multiple food wrappers were strewn about the room. In the center of the room were two stoves and ovens, the second pair being connected to a lengthy counter top.
"Hey, over here," Remilia called out to Gin from across the room. On the wall next to her was a very large metal door with a window in the center. Peering through the window, she could see racks of what she hoped to be food as well as a large freezer. Remilia grabbed the door handle and began to pull, only the realize the door was locked. "Of course, that's why the looters didn't touch it," she said. Remilia turns to Gin, "Hey, find the key for this thing," she ordered.
Gin's stomach growled, and he complied without hesitation. He backtracked to the lobby, where he began to search the desk for the keys. Unfortunately, all he found in the desk was a bunch of papers covered in mildew and blurred ink. At a loss for where to search next, he began to walk back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to walk past the edge of the desk however, something caught his eye. Scratched into the wooden finish on the desk were the roman numerals for one and three, followed by an arrow pointing down. "One, three, and down? The hell is that supposed to mean?" he thought. Gin stared at the strange markings for a short time until a thought crossed his mind, "Could they be...Room numbers?" he pondered. Gin walked to room one and tried to open the door to no avail. The same result happened when he attempted to open room three as well. "What did I even think was going to happen? I must be losing it," Gin thought. However he couldn't seem to shake the feeling that the message on the desk was important. "...Wait, what if..." Gin mumbled before walking back to room one's door. He then walked down the hall, keeping count of the doors he passed. "Three down from one, which means..." he stopped in front of room 7, "Lucky Number 7!" he thought before grabbing the handle and twisting it. To his surprise, the door opened with ease, allowing him to walk inside.
The room appeared to be a permanent living space for the manager, or rather that seemed to be its original intention. The owner was nowhere to be found, however their clothes and other belongings remained. Gin quickly went to work searching the room for the keys of the hotel, finally finding them in a sock drawer. He stuffed them into his pocket and ran off back to the kitchen.
"About time, I was getting bored waiting here," Remilia said as Gin walked in.
"You could've come with me," Gin said.
"But that would defeat the point of sending you to get it now wouldn't it?" Remilia said.
"Let's just get some food out, I'm starving. Oh, I also found a room with clothes if you want to change into something that isn't ripped," Gin said as he handed the keys to Remilia.
"Ah, excellent. Show me after we eat." she said, unlocking the large door.
Inside the pantry, the two unsurprisingly found lots of expired food. Thankfully, through some miracle, the freezer was running on some back up power grid. Most likely so the food inside never spoiled in the event of a black out. Among the food in the freezer, the duo found frozen waffles, hash browns, blueberries, and even a whole turkey. Taking the waffles, hash browns, and blue berries back out into the kitchen; Remilia forced Gin to cook her blueberry waffles.
"Someone who doesn't like hash browns, my god what is wrong with this world," Gin said, lighting the gas stove with a match taken from the cupboard.
"Stop complaining and cook," Remilia ordered.
Remilia then poked her head inside, " Looking for something?" she asked.
"Yeah, a flashlight," Gin said.
"I think it's on the shelf to your right," Remilia said.
Gin looked over at her slightly confused, "Wait, how do you know that?" he asked.
"Vampires can see better in the dark than you humans can, dummy," Remilia said condescendingly before she gave Gin a light bump on the head with her closed umbrella.
Gin shrugged off the umbrella and slid his hand along the shelf he believed Remilia referred to; sure enough he eventually made contact with a large flashlight. He clicked the on button, and the bulb inside sprang to life, illuminating the entire closet. "Alright! Now we're in business!" Gin said enthusiastically. With flashlight in hand, Gin walked out and continued down the hall with Remilia. Having the place lit up took some of the edge off their minds, knowing nothing could ambush them from the darkness anymore. However with the new light, subtle details of the halls were visible to them now; there was a bit of water damage on the walls, with wallpaper sagging and even peeling off in places, nails were actually missing from some of the floorboards, and extremely large cobwebs covered the ceiling. Finally one other detail revealed itself in the light; Even numbered rooms were always on the right side of the hall, while odds were on the left.
They continued onward and eventually found the kitchen towards the back of the hotel, its condition however did not lift their spirits. It was at least as bad as the lobby, with utensils and silverware, drawers pulled from their cabinets, and multiple food wrappers were strewn about the room. In the center of the room were two stoves and ovens, the second pair being connected to a lengthy counter top.
"Hey, over here," Remilia called out to Gin from across the room. On the wall next to her was a very large metal door with a window in the center. Peering through the window, she could see racks of what she hoped to be food as well as a large freezer. Remilia grabbed the door handle and began to pull, only the realize the door was locked. "Of course, that's why the looters didn't touch it," she said. Remilia turns to Gin, "Hey, find the key for this thing," she ordered.
Gin's stomach growled, and he complied without hesitation. He backtracked to the lobby, where he began to search the desk for the keys. Unfortunately, all he found in the desk was a bunch of papers covered in mildew and blurred ink. At a loss for where to search next, he began to walk back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to walk past the edge of the desk however, something caught his eye. Scratched into the wooden finish on the desk were the roman numerals for one and three, followed by an arrow pointing down. "One, three, and down? The hell is that supposed to mean?" he thought. Gin stared at the strange markings for a short time until a thought crossed his mind, "Could they be...Room numbers?" he pondered. Gin walked to room one and tried to open the door to no avail. The same result happened when he attempted to open room three as well. "What did I even think was going to happen? I must be losing it," Gin thought. However he couldn't seem to shake the feeling that the message on the desk was important. "...Wait, what if..." Gin mumbled before walking back to room one's door. He then walked down the hall, keeping count of the doors he passed. "Three down from one, which means..." he stopped in front of room 7, "Lucky Number 7!" he thought before grabbing the handle and twisting it. To his surprise, the door opened with ease, allowing him to walk inside.
The room appeared to be a permanent living space for the manager, or rather that seemed to be its original intention. The owner was nowhere to be found, however their clothes and other belongings remained. Gin quickly went to work searching the room for the keys of the hotel, finally finding them in a sock drawer. He stuffed them into his pocket and ran off back to the kitchen.
"About time, I was getting bored waiting here," Remilia said as Gin walked in.
"You could've come with me," Gin said.
"But that would defeat the point of sending you to get it now wouldn't it?" Remilia said.
"Let's just get some food out, I'm starving. Oh, I also found a room with clothes if you want to change into something that isn't ripped," Gin said as he handed the keys to Remilia.
"Ah, excellent. Show me after we eat." she said, unlocking the large door.
Inside the pantry, the two unsurprisingly found lots of expired food. Thankfully, through some miracle, the freezer was running on some back up power grid. Most likely so the food inside never spoiled in the event of a black out. Among the food in the freezer, the duo found frozen waffles, hash browns, blueberries, and even a whole turkey. Taking the waffles, hash browns, and blue berries back out into the kitchen; Remilia forced Gin to cook her blueberry waffles.
"Someone who doesn't like hash browns, my god what is wrong with this world," Gin said, lighting the gas stove with a match taken from the cupboard.
"Stop complaining and cook," Remilia ordered.
Quote:And now for bed -_- [spoiler]For extra fun, play this whenever they pick up an item: [/spoiler]
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