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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 18, 2017 17:03:23 GMT -6
The sound of rain hitting the pavement echoed throughout the streets, the pattern continued on for awhile. Drip, Drop, Drip Drop. The pattern was soon interrupted with the sound of heels running down the street, you heard the clicking on the side walk. A girl approached the hotel, Hotel Aquila. The girl looked up and revealed her face. The girl's name was Chel, the hotel happened to be her home for quite some time now. It was where she handled all of her business at. She stopped and then was realizing how soaked she was, she sighed with an irritated attitude. She walked inside seeing that no one was there, she always got there in the middle of the night. She wasn't surprised no one was there. She felt kind of relieved not having the encounter any meetings with Tremaine. She walked over and leaned onto the wall, she grabbed her heels taking them off. She felt relief when she took them off. She tilted her head starring at them and thought to herself, Why do I wear these, they're not even that cute. She continued down the hall and dropped her shoes, it caused a ruckus. She widened her eyes grabbing the shoes, hoping not to disturb anyone.
She got to her room and pulled out her key and was trying to unlock the door but it wasn't seeming to work. She starred at it for a moment and in a mumbled kind of whisper, "You have got to be joking!" She dropped her heels, losing care for waking the neighbors at the moment. She tied her hair up so it wouldn't be dripping down her anymore. She attempted to open the door again and it was a failed attempt, once more. She groaned, turning around, and sliding down the door. "Just peachy." She plopped her head onto her hand. She was in a pickle, it seemed.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 18, 2017 17:25:48 GMT -6
Dean was adjusting to his time in Hotel Aquila. He had never been one to complain much about his surroundings or the general settings around him, seeing he had had it rougher before. If anything, he felt at peace whenever he could lie down and rest. That night, he had finally gotten his chance to dress his classic red robe, saved for special occasions like this. Finally settling into Gatsberry and managing to take a deep, long breath of rest was incredible. At that moment, he felt in the clouds.
He would have said that nothing could disturb him, but sadly, it would not be the case. A series of hard thumps and annoyed groans caught his attention, making him open his eyes with slight frustration. Trying to ignore the noise, he turned around and attempted to cover his head with a pillow, to no avail. It would seem that the accoustic isolation in the hotel was rather lackluster, which meant he would not be able to sleep that soon.
Frowning, he slowly got up, rubbing the back of his head before tying his robe closed and putting on his slippers. Walking to the door while scratching his raven hair, the hazelnut haired male slowly opened the door to stare at the sight before him. This tan young girl was sitting with her back against the door, frustration stamped in her face. He assumed that either she had found the wrong place or that the door was stuck. Perhaps both.
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he pressed his back against the wall of the hall and folded his arms over his chest. "Are you lost here? I couldn't help but notice the bumps against that door." he said in a coy tone, looking at her with a sleepy expression, albeit amicable. "Need a hand?"
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 18, 2017 17:45:25 GMT -6
Chel saw him open the door and turned to him, she seemed like she could care less that she woke him up. She stared at him for a moment and was trying to remember if she had met him before. Nothing had came to her mind so she had blew the thought off. She listened to what he had to say and sighed, standing up and responded, "It's impossible!" She threw her hands up in defeat, " You can try but this happens all the time." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot to the ground and then peaked over at him. She realized she came off rude and thought on it for a moment, she then dropped the attitude. She turned to him and then said, "Also-... Well...I'm sorry for waking you, I'm just frustrated. As you can see." She picked up her heels and said, "I do appreciate your help though."
She stepped to the side to give him room so he could attempt to open it. She studied him again and saw his robe. She smiled a little bit because of the color. She then peaked down and saw his slippers and couldn't hold back the smile. She tried to hide it but failed. She leaned over, "I like your slippers." She said in a playful and teasing manner. She giggled to herself and then pointed to her heels, "They beat these for sure." She then picked at his robe some and said, "Aw, I adore red. It's such a bold color. It's so soft too! Good taste." She smiled at him and then then dropped the robe some and focused on something else. She walk always "touchy" and it could tend to aggravate people sometimes. She didn't care though, it was how she was. She looked around and was seeing if anyone else was woken up from her little scene but it seemed like it was only him. She was always hopping from subject to subject. She couldn't help it though. Thoughts raced through her mind and couldn't help but travel out of her mouth. It was a "make or break" situation when she encountered people.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 18, 2017 17:58:50 GMT -6
He tilted his head down a bit, slightly curious about this young girl. She seemed...slightly off? Very absent minded in general. As far as Dean could tell, she was suddenly more interested about his clothing than about her problem, which prompted him to wonder if she was under the effect of any substance. Before he knew it, she was right next to him, giggling like a little girl while playing around with his precious robe, making his blink in curiosity at the tan girl. "Alright, alright. We all love the red, I know." he said in a rather dragged on manner, pressing his index and middle finger against her forehead to push her back slightly and make her look at him. "Someone's overly excited, isn't she?" he asked with a teasing tone in his voice, poking her forehead and walking past her to take a good look at her door.
Rolling her keys, Dean noticed how the door knob seemed to budge, the lock barely reacting. Hotel Aquila was cheap, so it naturally had to have some maintenance trouble. He'd had worst before, though, so he knew he would figure out something to do. Breaking into her house at this time of the night would not be advisable, seeing how he did not want to provoke Beatrice at all. She was kind enough to let him stay with little to no rent; he had to be curteous.
Shrugging, he turned to look back at the girl, thinking for a bit before shrugging. "I think I might have something that can help. Wait a second. Or come in, whatever you want." he said with a bored expression before walking back inside his room, leaving the door open. He'd find a way to open her door. After all, he had to have any card or something lying around.
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 18, 2017 18:19:07 GMT -6
She felt his finger and then swatted at it giving a playful yet snide look. She then heard again what he had to say and was about to say something but remained silent. She watched him walk inside and said. "I'll just wait here." She stood there for a moment and looked around. She peaked inside and it looked better than the hall. She sighed and gave in and mumbled to herself, "Then again maybe not." She walked inside and then looked around and admired the place, It seems pretty cozy. She thought to herself. She walked around and said, "On second thought, I'll wait in here." She started looking around and saw some papers on a table.
She peaked over at them and was fighting the urge to snoop. She turned around and walked over to the couch and plopped down and sat there. She waited patiently and then became a little tense. She had forgotten that she was completely wet and just sat down on his couch. She jumped up and took a pillow to try to cover the spot she left and stood there looking down at it. She then acted as if nothing had happened and said, "So, any luck?" She still stood there waiting for him trying to distract her mind and calm down from being so wound from soaking a stranger's couch. She leaned down and tried to fluff the pillow some hiding it and stood back up.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 18, 2017 18:27:25 GMT -6
Dean was casually playing around with his wallet, looking for anything hard enough to resemble a car. With that, he should be able to do the trick and pry open her apartment's door. While looking, he could not help but roll his eyes at the ammount of times she seemed to change her mind regarding what she would do. She sounded like an extremely cheerful and hyperactive young girl, for sure. He wondered if she was always that way and at that moment was surprised that she had managed to live so far. Most people were probably not as casual and calm about it as he was.
"Hmm, I'm getting to it." he said as he played around in his desk, looking for what he wanted. "I have some towels in the drawers. You can dry yourself with them. Not for nothing, but I like water to be in my glasses." he said with a slight smile before staring at his desk's drawer and smiling. "Ah, there it is." he said with some joy in his voice as he picked up a small card he had found in one of the bars. It should do the trick.
Walking past the girl, he raised his eyebrow upon seeing the pillow resting on his couch, which made him wonder if she had done something. Probably had, but he'd worry about it later. Swiftly walking out of his room, he made his way across the hallway, shoving his card on the edge of the door. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly pressured the surface against the lock, eventually making a loud clicking sound as the door's lock gave in. "That should...do the trick." he murmured, pushing the door open.
Turning around, he slid his hands into his robe's pockets before walking inside his apartment room once again. "It's done, uh...what's your name, again?"
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 18, 2017 18:50:24 GMT -6
She smiled at him, hiding the anxiety that was building up still inside her from the couch incident. She smiled and heard about where the towels were and said, "Oh, okay! Thank you!" She smiled back at him and then walked over to the drawers. As soon as he walked out she brought her hands up to her head and mouthed, Why me?! Why is it always me!? She grabbed two towels and then ran to the couch, quietly. She stuffed a towel under the pillow and hid it. She looked down at the couch and it was really noticeable. She face palmed and said to herself, "Way to go, Chel. Just wreck the kind stranger's place." She said it low enough so only herself could hear it. She fixed the pillow and the towel again so it would be hidden and it would still dry.
She saw a blank piece of paper on the ground all crumpled up. She ran over to it and then thought to herself. Okay, what do I even write? Oh, thanks for helping me get into my house sorry I wrecked your couch. She rolled her eyes to her thoughts. She grabbed the paper and then grabbed a pen and wrote, I am truly sorry for the couch, I will return your towel tomorrow. She cringed at even reading it and laid it on the couch, under the pillow. She heard him coming and grabbed the other towel, stumbling to get it quickly, and wrapped it around her hair and then leaned against the wall. She was smiling and acted as if nothing had happened again.
She smiled big at him and said teasingly, "Wow! Thank you so much! Maybe you should be a maintenance worker here! You make decent pay." She winked and then walked over to him and said, "You can make a little extra dough!" She rubbed her fingers together, making a money motion in her hands. She walked past him and then heard his question and turned saying, "My name is Chel! Chel Cellini, but everyone always calls me Chel." She walked back up to him and tilted her head widening her eyes, curiously, "Now, for your name Mr. Handyman?" She waited for him name and a grin was spreading across her face. She stuck her hand out and was waiting for him to shake it and introduce himself, as well.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 18, 2017 19:04:35 GMT -6
Dean was playing with the card, rolling it between his fingers in a synchronized manner as he casually strolled back to his apartment, halting in his step when she quickly passed him. He hesitated a bit, blinking while frozen in his place, not really looking anywhere while processing what she was actually trying to do at that particular moment. "Did anyone ever tell you you are abnormally fast?" he remarked, regaining his casually calm expression before turning around and being faced with her hand pointed at him, asking for what seemed to be a handshake.
It took him a few minutes of looking at her palm and then her face and incredibly wide smile before raising an eyebrow and reacting. Taking her hand, he shook it in a gentle yet firm manner, smiling a bit while trying to hold back a small laugh. "Call me Dean." he said rather simply, admired at how oddly upbeat the girl was, considering how frustrated she had seemed before. "Also, I do a lot of things. You should see my sculptures one day. I like to think I am multi talented."
Chel was a unique name. Could she be of italian descent? It sounded that way. Very artistic. He had to admit he liked the unusual and the curious, so he could not help but be intrigued by the girl, even if his expression gave away boredom and apathy at times. "Would that be all, Miss?" he asked, some irony in his voice, albeit playful as he looked down at the smaller young girl. "I don't think I'll be sleeping much, but I don't want to keep getting up, so shoot whatever you may need."
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 18, 2017 19:32:27 GMT -6
She listened to what he said about the sculptures and bit her lip, smiling some with intrigued eyes, "So, you're an artist too. I guess you're just full of surprises. I will definitely have to see them sometime soon." She was so intrigued with him, he seemed like a sarcastic fella but just guarded some. She then thought to herself about what she may need. She scrunched her nose and brought a finger to her lips. There wasn't really anything she truly needed. Food? No, she can wait until the morning for that. She then shrugged and said, "Nope, I think I will be good for the rest of the night." She turned around but then stopped, turning back to him. "No promises though, I change my mind quite often."
She bit her lip again, smiling and then said, "What about you? Are you good?" She raised an eyebrow. She kind of wondered what he would need. He seemed like the kind of man who already had everything together and prepared. She wasn't going to just assume that, though. There can be very misleading people in Gatsberry. She learned that the hard way though. She came out of her thought to focus on his needs again and smiled at him, sincerely.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 18, 2017 19:45:56 GMT -6
He could not help but chuckle a bit at her reactions, shaking his head lightly. "I wouldn't call myself a genious, but I can make magic out of a bunch of cans." he pointed at her and widened his eyes a bit, smiling playfully at this curious short girl who seemed to be rather intrigued by his line of work. Well...one of his lines of work at least. To be honest, he liked to occupy his free time doing things that felt meaningful or interesting enough, even if the rest of the world found it to be junk. He didn't care much, to be honest. Only when they did not acknowledge it, of course. He could get passionate about his hobbies.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he smiled a bit, his eyes closed for a second at her inversion of the question. "No, I think I'm good." he admitted to her, finding her to be at the very least the most unique thing he had seen for quite a while. Was she was innocent as she appeared or was this a ruse? It was convincing, assuming she was faking it.
"Alright then..." he muttered, lowering his eyebrows and smiling with amusement at her. "I think I'll head back inside. Try not to get yourself locked out again, alright? If you pester Miss Harris enough, she oughta have that lock fixed." he mentioned, walking back to his apartment before halting and looking over. "Knock if you need. Can't promise I won't be sound asleep, though."
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 18, 2017 20:21:25 GMT -6
She seemed to becoming overly intrigued with him and knew that it would be trouble. She told herself that she needed to stick with the old friends and not have any new ones. She needed to keep a low profile at the time because of what she her occupation was at the time being. She brought her hand up to her face brushing a strand of her hair back that had fell out of the towel. She stared at him and smiled saying, "It's a talent of mine to get on her bad side." She rolled her eyes doing a playful face along with it.
She turned and walked to her door and said, "I think I might let your rest for now." She smiled to herself and looked down for a brief moment. She couldn't help but smile at this stranger of a man. He was very different from the usual people she met. Maybe he wasn't like the others and maybe she shouldn't assume? What if she is wrong though? She peaked up at him and said, "Sweet dreams, Dean." She waved at him, flashing one last smile before walking into her room.
She shut the door behind her and stood there for a moment. She looked down at the ground thinking about the interaction that just happened and then widened her eyes and said, "No, Chel. Keep it together!" She threw her hands up and said, "You soak the man's couch now you are getting curious, GREAT!" She laughed saying it to herself and went to her bed to go to sleep. She plopped down onto the bed and thought to herself, maybe just one new friend? ....
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