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Post by Siryn on Jul 24, 2005 11:01:28 GMT -5
This includes the lobby, pool, bar, restaurant, etc.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 11:35:23 GMT -5
Alex walked back down to the front lobby of the hotel. The room was large with the front desk directly near the main entrance to the building. Employees were busy checking people in and there were customers checking out. Their attention was occuppied.
Alex looked around the lobby for what else the hotel had to offer. Off to the side of the main entrance was the entrance to the restaurant. Right before the restaurant entrance was a plasma television mounted on the wall. Multiple people were around the television watching CNN as they discussed something in smaller groups. Alex walked over to see what all the commotion was about. After a brief time of reading the smaller print scroll to the side at the bottom of the screen, Alex noticed a brief message about the M.R.A. The Mutant Registration Act. Alex wasn't familiar with it but by the name alone, it didn't sound good. This could be bad, Alex thought.
His thought process of the possible situation the MRA would bring to Alex a patron of the hotel that was comfortably sitting alone on the couch turned to him and asked of his thoughts on the MRA. Alex was stuck for an answer but showed no visable sign of it.
"I hope they round up all those muties and get them out of this country," Alex said biting down on his pride. It took all of his strength to not blast the television off of the wall and create an absolute mess in the lobby. The racial tension in the room was more than he could handle.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 11:55:30 GMT -5
The commotion only escilated as more and more people gathered around the television as CNN showed a protest on the streets of Washington DC. Alex just figured that it would have happened. Alex didn't like watching television much or sitting around and discussing politics with strangers so he headed out to his rented car.
He thought for a second on where to go before starting his vehicle. The protest was at a location that he didn't know about but he intended to avoid it. There was no need in getting caught up in that kind of arguement. It was a losing one. If the MRA goes through then it would mean trouble for him but Alex had no doubt that it would pass. This was a dangerous situation and he didn't think his participation in it would help matters in favor of mutants.
After starting his car, Alex drove in a random direction. He had no idea where to go so if he found something interesting, then he would pull over and check it out. Ironically, he headed straight for the protest without even knowing it.
((Havok exits to the streets))
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:44:47 GMT -5
Siryn
Taking the elevator downstairs, she walked to the gift shop and was surprised to see it was still open. Smiling at her good luck, Theresa set about picking up various items she believed she needed. Several minutes later, she took her armful of supplies to the cashier and gave the girl her room card. Theresa would just let whoever was paying for the room pay for her things and deep down she hoped that Tom would get stuck with the bill.
After a quick return trip to her room to drop the things off, she returned to the main floor and walked to the bar. Smiling at the bartender, she asked for a soda and noticed his relieved look. Apparently, even if she wanted to, she couldn't get away with being the legal drinking age, whatever that happened to be. After getting the glass, Theresa made her way to a small table and sat down by herself, watching the people come and go. It wasn't as enjoyable as flying above the city but she didn't feel like changing her clothes just for that at this time.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:46:49 GMT -5
There was a few things that he could do that the Hotel offered for entertainment. Their was a pool and a billiards room that would keep him occupied and his mind off his brother. They were all interesting but the bar was still open. It seemed like the best bet to drink and talk to some people he has never met before. Random conversation might do the trick better than anything else.
Alex entered the bar and immediately noticed the red head. Great, just what I needed, Alex thought to himself sarcastically. The woman wasn't Scott's wife though. he would have recognized the beauty in Jean Grey but this woman had her own unique kind of beauty to her. But this wasn't why he came down here. He ordered a beer from the bartender and sat on a stool on the opposite side of the red head's table. There were plenty of people inside the bar but the red head just kept catching his attention. Finally finished with his beer, after quite a few glances in her direction, Alex ordered another one.
Every topic around him was about the Mutant Registry Act and that topic just reminded him of the conversation with his brother. That's not what he needed. He had had enough. It was time to make a first approach to this red head. She was the only person in the room that had seemingly caught his attention and he needed that. Walking over to her table, he stood next to her but kept a good few feet away from her.
"Excuse me," Alex said to her trying to catch her attention. "You seem a bit lonely and I thought you could use some conversation," he continued with his eyes locked onto hers so she could see his sincerity. In all honesty, he was the one who needed the conversation. "My name's Alex," Alex introduced himself with his hand out for a handshake.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:48:09 GMT -5
Siryn
Theresa had been fascinated by the people around her. She had always enjoyed being around people even when her cousin kept her isolated at the Keep. Someone had turned on some music and although she was unfamiliar with the songs, she found herself tapping her foot along to the beat. Everyone pretty much left her alone and that was fine with her. A waitress had come over and refilled her glass once but had yet to make another appearance.
Theresa was just about to get up to go to the bar and get the drink refilled when she heard, ”Excuse me. You seem a bit lonely and I thought you could use some conversation. My name's Alex."
Theresa almost looked around to see who he was talking to but when his eyes locked with hers, she knew he was talking to her. She looked lonely? Maybe it was because she was one of the few people sitting by themselves. No matter, she smiled at him and indicated to the only other chair at the table she had chosen. “Please have a seat, Alex. I'm.... Terry,” she said, only hesitating slightly as she shook his hand. Sure, it wasn't her real name but it was a variation of her real name and she had been called it more then once by well meaning nannies.
As he sat down, she folded her hands in front of her of her and waited for him to start the conversation, taking in his features. He had a strong face, one that seemed to say “hey, I've been through a lot but look where I am today”. His blonde hair was combed neatly as if he took pride in it and his blue eyes, while guarded, were generally friendly. Theresa was still wondering why he came over to her but figured she'd find out soon enough.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:49:12 GMT -5
Alex accepted her offer and took the only available seat at the table. The first thing he noticed was the empty glass in front of her. He waived over a waitress and merely pointed to the drink. The waitress understood completely and hurried to get the refill. She knew exactly what it was.
"Thank you," Alex said first. He didn't expect the woman to accept a guest. She looked like she could have used someone to talk to. "So why are you sitting here alone? Are you waiting for someone to join you?" He asked as he looked towards the entrance. Of coarse he wouldn't recognize whoever she was waiting for, if anyone, but it would give him a good look to see if his brother or his wife walked by. Of coarse they didn't, though.
He drank a little bit from his beer but not too much. Getting drunk when you're sad was never a good idea. Drinking away your problems never solved anything.
Alex studied the woman for a few minutes. He didn't want to stare or make it noticable though so he did it in intervals. The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt about that and he wasn't even looking at her through beer goggles. She was naturally beautiful. Hopefully, as their conversation continues, she would remind him less and less of Scott's wife, Jean.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:50:27 GMT -5
Siryn
"So why are you sitting here alone? Are you waiting for someone to join you?" Alex asked her.
Theresa laughed softly at the question. She had no doubt that Tom or anyone else she came with wouldn't care what she was doing. Shaking her head, she gave him a smile and replied, “I'm just visiting Washington and tha only person I know is my cousin. Somehow I don't think he really cares what I do or where I am so no, I'm not waiting for anyone.”
The waitress came over with her new glass of soda and Theresa thanked her. She mumbled some apology about why she had avoided Theresa's table but she basically ignored the woman. There was no excuse and they both knew it. Playing with the straw in her glass, Theresa asked, “How about you? Waiting for someone to arrive or just enjoying an evening out by yuirself?”
Someone had changed the music yet again and some whiny singer came over the speaker singing about lost loves and lonely nights. It was all she could do to not moan over the horrible voice. Ever since she had gained her powers, awful singers irritated her but they seemed to be popular, no matter what country one was in. Maybe someday she would show these people what a real voice could sound like.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:51:00 GMT -5
Alex wasn't aware that he had said anything funny but her laugh was definately welcome. It was a soothing noise that he had missed. A woman's laughter was never something he had ever wanted to forget, even though her's was just a soft chuckle at best. Terry's explainating was explained her laugh. She was having some family issues, which Alex could understand entirely but he didn't want to sit here and talk about his problems. He didn't think she really wanted to, either.
"Originally, I was here for a lecture but my plans quickly changed," Alex said after a brief moment. He was too busy admiring her accent. The thick Scottish accent from Terry was a breath of fresh air to the rather dull company that he has kept in the past few years. It kept him on his toes. This was much better than staying in his room and waiting for disappointment. "Have you seen much of the city, yet? I've only been here for a few hours so I've only seen protesters and picket lines," Alex said. Honestly, he didn't really want to be stuck in the Hotel. If he stayed at the bar, he would be drinking himself stupid and that's not what he wanted to do. He needed control of himself at all times. And it was almost about that time that he needed to unload some energies. The build up inside him was still contained. Hopefully Terry didn't feel the heat radiating from his body.
When the music changed, Alex rolled his eyes. It wasn't a good choice of music but he wasn't going to complain. In fact, there was no point in arguing over it. Drunk people had formed a dance floor with whomever they picked up for the night. Looking at terry, he could tell she needed to get her mind off of things just as much as he did.
"How about you tell me while we dance?" Alex asked her nodding up at the dance floor. It was at least an effort to keep her and his mind off of whatever was bothering them.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:51:30 GMT -5
Siryn
"How about you tell me while we dance?" Alex asked her as he motioned to the dance floor.
Dance? Theresa thought to herself. Thank God for the few social events I attended in the town before they ostracized me to the Keep. Standing up, she gave him a smile and replied with a soft laugh, "Sure, if ya don't mind an Irish lass who doesn't quite know what she's doing."
Allowing him to lead her to the dance floor, and hoping she didn't step on anyone's toes, Theresa automatically wrapped her arms his neck but kept a bit of distance between their bodies. Remembering his question, she said, "I've only been here for a short time as well. We saw a bit of tha city but nothin exciting. And I know what ya mean about the protesters. It makes me wonder why my cousin decided now was a good time ta visit."
After a short pause, she added, "What was yuir lecture about? Are you upset that it was missed?" She was having fun. It was the first time anyone had ever come up to her and asked her to dance and with Tom locked up in his room, she didn't have to worry about anyone ruining her fun. Now if only she could bring a spark of life to Alex's eyes....
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:51:46 GMT -5
Alex was happy she accepted the invitation to dance and still admiring her accent. He highly expected her to deline the offer. Standing from his seat, he gave her a smile to her explaination of her inability to dance. Alex finished his beer and set it down on the table so to keep it reserved for when they got finished on the dance floor.
"It's alright. I'm not the best dancer, either," Alex said with a sly grin. He lead her to the dance floor and found a good spot for them to make fools of themselves. Placing his hands on her waist, he lead them in their dance along to the beat of the slow song that was playing. At her answer to his previous question, he wondered what the hell he was thinking when he asked it. He wanted to get her mind off of her problems not make her think about it more.
"It was a boring lecture and I'm glad I missed it," Alex realized. He truly was glad he missed it. Seeing his brother again was much better than taking notes like he was back in college. Snapping himself out of his thought, that he was trying to forget anyways, Alex performed one of the few dance moves that he knew of to lighten the mood a little bit. Carefully, he stepped forward and dipped her. Completely surprised he didn't mess up, Alex gave her a wide grin before lifting her back up so that they can continue dancing.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist that," Alex explained but he never lost the grin. He was proud of himself for being able to pull that move off. It was something he hasn't done in so long. "Since we're not doing anything really, want to explore the city?"
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:53:35 GMT -5
Siryn
Theresa couldn't help but let out a small gasp of surprise when he dipped her and she tightened her arms on around his neck in a reaction to keep from falling. When he pulled her up and apologized, she laughed and said, "It was worth it ta see laughter in yuir eyes."
"Since we're not doing anything really, want to explore the city?" he asked her a bit suddenly.
Theresa blinked a few times, making sure she heard correctly. What if Tom came looking for her? What if something happened and she was needed? What if.... Theresa stopped herself. She had been told she was going to be needed until the next day so why not take advantage of some free time. Besides, if anything happened, she had her sonic voice to knock him out with. Tom did tell her that if she was in trouble at all not to hesitate to scream. Literally.
"That sounds like fun, Alex. I need ta run up ta my room and get my sweater and coat. Want me ta meet you down in the lobby or do ya want ta come with me?" It would be nice to get away from the horrible music that was playing and she would still have company. Besides, this was the first time she had ever been to the states and she wanted to explore all she could before Tom made her go back to Ireland.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:54:17 GMT -5
Alex was glad terry was having fun. There was nothing like making a beautiful woman smile. It brought warmth to his heart to know he had done good in her life and he wasn't wasting her time. And her laugh was amazing.
Terry agreed to come out to the city, which pleased Alex. He wouldn't want to waste his time coming to the city if he couldn't do anything while he was here. This was probably the only chance he would have to explore this particular city. And why not explore with a beautiful woman he had just met. So far her personality was perfect. There was nothing but laughter, beauty, and great accent. She was like a free spirit.
Alex was completely startled at her question. Never would he have thought of her as being easy. But he thought that wasn't the case here. Losing each other through this crowd would be very easy to do and Alex knew he didn't want that. Maybe she thought the same. He was making excuses and he knew it.
"I'll follow you up so that we don't lose each other through all these people," Alex said to her hoping he explained it correctly. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea about him. He wasn't only interested in sex. But what guy would pass up this offer?
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:55:21 GMT -5
Siryn
As they walked from the bar, Theresa punched the "up" button on the elevator and the door opened immediately. She couldn't get over the crowd in the lobby, even at this hour of night. People were still checking in at the desk and she briefly wondered how Tom was able to get checked in so quickly.
Pushing the button for the floor they were staying on, she looked at Alex and asked, "Don't ya need to get a coat too?" She really had no clue what she had suggested down in the bar. It was only common courtesy to not keep company waiting and she had no idea how long it would take to pull her hair back and gather her stuff. Especially if she had to wait for a bunch of people in the hallways.
As the elevator door opened, she reached for Alex's hand with all the enthusiasm of a teenager and pulled him to her door. Looking back at him, she she put her finger to her lips and said in a whisper, "That's Uncle Tom's room. I really don't want ta wake him up." She pointed to the door next to hers.
Dropping his hand, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her key card and opened the door. Leading the way in, she dropped the card on the dresser and realized she had just dumped all the stuff she had bought in the middle of her bed. Cursing herself softly, she reached over and picked up the brush and box of ponytail holders. Looking back at Alex, she said, "Let me put my hair back and we'll be set to go. I'd offer ya a seat but the only thing ta sit on is the bed."
Then she walked into the bathroom to pull her long hair into a braid.
((Continued in Siryn's Hotel Room))
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 13:15:15 GMT -5
Black Tom
As he passed Theresa's room, Tom put his ear to the door. It was quiet, so he assumed she was sleeping. He smiled and continued on his way to the billiard room. It was perfect, small bar in the corner, hanger beer lights above the two tables. He sat quietly until one of the tables finished, then grabbed a que and announced "I'll put up twenty dollars a ball against anyone in tha room." As he grabbed everyone's attention, one man accepted his offer. Before he could say anything else, Tom took over the ball and said "Great, I'll break."
He began the game slowly, he could have easly ran the table but they may be some bigger fish in the room. He loved the big hustle, and one reared it's head, Tom would happily take it. Even thought he was going easy on the guy, Tom never lost control of the game. He also began to eye a young blonde woman watching from te bar. She was real target for the night.
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