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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 4, 2010 21:13:41 GMT -5
Sunflower readjusted her newly bought pants, she'd never worn them, but Paris seemed to be in a feminine liberation movement where women wore whatever it was they wanted to. So Sunflower decided (with the help of Mr. Gatsby before he left for another trip) that she was going to wear pants. Clutching her large purse to her stomach she looked over at the supposed deserted hotel and squinted, through the falling snow, and saw lights. For a couple weeks now, she'd been writing articles on the oddities of Paris and sending them to the local paper. They'd quickly become a cult hit and the paper got a hold of her to write more, which, being that she didn't have very much to do as of cleaning these days she had plenty of time to do. Earlier in the week she'd heard that the old Bates motel was up and running again. Which didn't sit well with her at all, not after that craziness with Miss Sarah and her sister that once ran the place. So here she was, on what she told the other maids would be "A small vacation". Trudging through the snow to the office she knocked softly. (( She's wearing a less intricate version of the third outfit.))
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Post by Mother on Dec 4, 2010 21:16:54 GMT -5
The door opened to reveal a plain woman in a white, sacklike dress, her dark hair pulled back into a severe bun. She squinted at Sunflower for a moment.
"Hmm...another wandering in, I see." She said, her voice cool.
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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 4, 2010 23:10:13 GMT -5
Sunflower raised her left eyebrow "Evenin, just looking for a place to stay for a few nights."
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Post by Mother on Dec 5, 2010 0:04:12 GMT -5
After eyeing Sunflower with undisguised disapproval, she nodded, moving over to the basboard that had dozens of keys hanging from hooks on it.
"You're the second one tonight." She said thoughtfully.
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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 5, 2010 20:01:27 GMT -5
Sunflower took the key and smiled, the woman was giving her a horrible feeling and made her stomach growl "Thank ya, er you don't need my name or anything?"
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Post by Mother on Dec 5, 2010 21:44:20 GMT -5
The smile she gave the woman was eerie.
"Oh, no, that will be all right."
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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 6, 2010 1:23:06 GMT -5
"Oh, well then, uh all roight" she replied, keeping her smile, but looking more than suspicious "thank you then." She bowed her head as she headed back out in to the snow toward her room.
Weiiiiird.
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Post by Mother on Dec 6, 2010 2:11:09 GMT -5
"Of course."
She watched, for a time, waiting until Sunflower was out of sight before ducking back inside.
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 6, 2010 2:13:43 GMT -5
Scarlett was alarmed. There was another girl here now! Where were they coming from? She'd though that the motel, being so deserted, wouldn't be attracting people anymore.
She whooshed by Sunflower, trying to get her attention.
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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 7, 2010 13:34:09 GMT -5
Sunflower felt a breeze go through her hair, but there was no wind blowing, just a light snow, falling straight down.
She stopped moving just outside of her room, feeling the breeze again.
Spinning around she scanned the area, nobody. Knowing damn well, that if there could be witches and vampires and everything else, the possibility of ghosts was even more plausible. She squinted and very lowly said "Come on in" as she opened the door.
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 7, 2010 15:26:08 GMT -5
Scarlett moved into the room, then whirled about uncertainly. How should she talk to this one?
In her haste, she knocked a painting off-kilter. She seemed to have a knack for that.
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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 8, 2010 1:02:58 GMT -5
Sunflower dropped her bag on to the bed and turned in time to see the painting turn without provocation. She nodded "All roight, so I don't talk to ghosts, can't seem em or things like that. So the fact that I even saw that, means-" it means something weird's going on here.
"Okay, so is there anyway you can tell me your name, I'm good at charades."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 8, 2010 1:08:52 GMT -5
Scarlett sighed. She wished there was a whiteboard in here like in the front office.
Thinking quickly, she started pulling open the drawers in the desk, looking for paper and a pencil. There wasn't much, aside from a Gideon Bible, and with a bit of frustration she ran to the window.
There was that fogginess on it, and she wrote her name there.
Scarlett
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Post by Sunflower Brooks on Dec 8, 2010 1:13:22 GMT -5
"Woooo" she whistled "okay, okay so you've done this before an' yer obviously a nice spirit" she sat down on the bed "or you wouldn't even have tol' me your name. So you gotta tell me, why here? Why this deserted old place?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 8, 2010 1:19:36 GMT -5
Danger
She wrote. She sighed. If only writing wasn't so taxing. She'd be better able to communicate.
Want to help
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