The Pink Cloud Motel [Inactive]

[MissPenny2]

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The Pink Cloud Motel - Once you check in, you'll never check out.

A few passengers, one bus driver, and a low tank of gas in the middle of nowhere, Florida.
Maybe you were running, going, coming, hiding, wishing, hoping, avoiding. Maybe you were leaving the nest and stepping out into the world for the first time. Maybe you were returning from a duller than usual business trip to a loving spouse. Whatever the case may be, you're stuck here now, buying time at the only establishment visible for miles while you await a...

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[MissPenny2]

MissPenny2 updated The Pink Cloud Motel {Now accepting two (2) more females.} with a new update entry:


Starting Today!

Hello one and all! I'm terribly sorry to keep you all waiting so long. I really do appreciate the patience. The good news is that I plan to start us off today! So, while I get to work on that, I would like to introduce you to some names and faces your characters may encounter in the first bit of our story.
Ethel Schwab: owner and caretaker of the Pink Cloud Motel


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Abilene Schwab: daughter of Ethel Schwab and often acting under the duties of...

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Miles from the nearest highway exit, hours from the closest colony of "soccer mom suburbia", and nowhere near a functioning gas station, the humid Florida air hung like a thick curtain around the only building in sight. It was simple in construction, bearing the typical two-story "U" shape of a very Americana motel. The outer walls were a sandy tan that seemed pale and insignificant paired with the bright pink paint that donned the door to each and every room. On the bottom floor and to the right of the small parking lot sat the main office, as was clearly marked in chipped lettering on the cracked glass of yet another pink doorway. The entire establishment was peeling, splintering, and dented. Contrary to what a quick glance may have caused one to think, the old place was still open for business.


The only movement was made by a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties. Though her face could hardly be made out in the flickering light from the motel's neon sign, it was obvious she wore an expression of neutral feeling. Her chocolate brown eyes were blank and unblinking as she ran the damp rag along the window to the door marked with a crooked number seven. She only turned to slowly glance over her shoulder with the same unreadable look at the sound of an engine. Vehicles hardly found their way onto the motel's winding road, and from the outside looking in, the idea of one stopping was almost as absurd as a young girl washing windows outside of a ghastly looking motel at nearly two am, as one was now.


It was a charter bus, a rather old looking one at that. It's behemoth of passenger seating came to a slow and sluggish crawl, the cranking engine seeming to putter out before entirely pulling into the parking lot. A portly man in some sort of a uniform exited the metal doors, angrily walking around to the front of the bus with what could be observed to be an operations manual in hand. If one had been watching the young brunette standing outside of room seven just carefully enough, they might have noticed the vague shadow of a smile that tugged at her pink lips for just a fraction of a second before they returned to their place in a straight line.


"That's it! Everyone off!" The deep call came from the stout bus driver who had now made his way back around to the doors. "She's overheated and out of gas. We're stuck for the night."


At those words, Abilene Schwab, the woman tending to the windows, turned her gaze back to the spotted glass in front of her. She continued her work as the night breeze toyed with her hair and the neon light tinted her skin a fluorescent fuchsia. Quietly, staring at the bus in the window's reflection, she murmured into the moisture-rich air, far too breathy for anyone to hear.


"Welcome to the Pink Cloud..."

 

[plumeriaprincess]

Ian Stonem had been staring mindlessly out the window. The moist, Florida air was hot and heavy, making Ian glad he wore shorts and not khakis today. He pulled an old, crinkled photo out of his pocket, his thumb brushing over it gently, as if he was erasing the crinkles. The picture consisted of a young, bright adult female, with curly black-brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders and gorgeous dark brown eyes that detailed her face as she grinned up at the camera. Sighing, Ian stuffed the picture back in his pocket, and was sent hurling forward into the seat in front of him as the bus lurched unsettlingly to a stop.


The slightly heavy-set bus driver waddled off the bus, grumbling profanity and other slurs as he banged frustrated on what seemed to be the front hood of the bus. Ian ran a hand through his light-brown curls, staring out the tinted window at the surroundings he would most probably be residing in for the night. It was a motel. A neon, tall sign with a pink cloud sitting on it read: Pink Cloud Motel. The building was a dusty tan, with nauseously pink doors with crooked room numbers hanging loosely it seemed. He squinted, seeing a moving figure in the midst.


There stood a young girl, not looking a day older than 20, maybe 21, washing windows. She stared at the bus, her lips pursed, her brown eyes blinking nonchalantly. Ian was sure he saw her smile before she resumed her work but wasn't able to investigate as the bus driver stepped back on, yelling for the passengers to get off the bus. Nobody dared move for a minute, so Ian stood up, swinging his black backpack over his shoulder, stepping around the bus driver to get off the bus.


Checking his watch, it seemed to be about two in the morning. Seeing no other forms of life around, he headed towards the young woman, reaching her after about 17 steps; yes, he counted. What else was he to do? Standing behind her, he asked, "Hello. Is there anyway I can get a room at this time of morning?"

 

[Maddiieeee]

The blonde girl stared out the window, her brows furrowing as the bus seemed to start making some sounds. She sat up a bit straighter and then leaned back, before doing the same motion and realizing that something had actually gone wrong with the bus. She glanced around, noticing that people seemed somewhat annoyed, but...She shook her head and stood up, stopping and waiting to let one of the passengers off the bus. Her mind wandered.


Lucille could either shove herself into the mix and make herself rude, or she could be how typical friendly people should be. Of course she waited a little longer before she slowly got off the bus, holding her phone in her hand, and keeping her eyes on it as she walked, yet kept her attention on her surroundings. Just in case there were people, she didn't want to interact. It was a habit she had to break sometime, and as she thought more of this, her hand went to her head. Maybe she had to relax and put her thoughts at rest for now.


Her green eyes moved to the run down building, and since it still seemed somewhat in business, she walked in. Some man was asking about a room, but she had to be polite and proper, so she went to the front desk, swallowing hard. A room. But not just for her, everyone needed a room, so that would be the right choice to make. The blonde pushed onto the bell, stopping a moment and raising a brow.


Again she pushed down onto the bell, quickly, but at a decent speed where the ringing would sound. Lucille stepped back, as if unsure, and wrapped her headphones around her phone, shoving it into her duffel bag. "Hello?.." She murmured softly, staring at the front desk.

 

[WhimsicalWriter]

Jon was startled awake by the bus' far from smooth stop. He groggily opened his eyes and stretched his limbs before looking toward the front to see what was going on. The bus driver ambled up the bus stairs so that he could face them all and tell them the bad news. Jon heard many groans of irritation and mumbles of annoyance, but he shrugged it off. Sure he was a little disappointed that he would't be able to go bungee jumping now, but hey, things happen.


Grabbing his duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he stood. One of his knees popped from the movement, since he had been sitting down for many hours. It was an unpleasant reminder that he wasn't as young as most of the others around him. He followed a couple others off of the bus and glanced around. The motel wasn't all that grand from the outside, with peeling paint and a sign that had seen better days, but Jon found it rather interesting. Maybe he could explore the place after he checked in; surely it held something exciting in its aged depths.


Inside many of the people who were on the bus huddled around the front desk. Jon decided to lean back against the wall and wait.

 

[allizae]

Millie had sat in the back of the bus, and had her headphones in for most of the ride. When the bus driver had stopped the bus, she was still up, and pulled off her headphones. The bus was having issues. She shook her head in disbelief, before watching some of the passengers start getting off. She dug around in her messenger bag and found her wallet. Pulling it out, she counted the last of the money she had gotten from house sitting. Three wrinkly, old twenties. Sixty dollars wasn't bad, but only having sixty dollars to your name doesn't feel good either. She had glanced accidentally at the picture of her late sister. Thirteen at the time, short dark black hair, thick eye shadow, huge glasses. This was a wallet sized school picture. Moments like this made Millie wish she didn't have it. She pushed the hard sinking feeling in her chest away.


She pushed everything back into her bag, placed her beanie on her head, and started making her way off the bus. She had tried desperately not to make physical contact with anyone. Nothing pulled her out of her autopilot like a shoulder bump, a push from the side, a handshake. She hadn't had even a hug in at least four months.


Seeing the motel for the first time made her double take. Pink Cloud Motel...she hadn't seen anything like it. Sensing her own apprehension, Millie mentally told herself to get a grip, be an adult, and go in. She was worried her nervousness was visible, a slightly anxious cycle. She knew she had to break it, so she grabbed tight to her bag and walked in. She saw a few people, so she moved into what could be called the end of the line. She realized it might be a long wait, so she shuffled her bag around and pulled out her music again.

 

[Psychedelia]

Sophie stared blankly out the window of the bus, nearly going insane from the silence. Nobody was even making small talk which, although she usually liked silence, on a bus in this creepy town it would be nice to hear something other than the tires rolling. She sighed softly, leaning her head against the window. Just as Sophie had closed her eyes, the bus came to faltering then abrupt stop. Her head bounced slightly off the window, hitting the window with built up momentum that practically rattled her skull. Sophie rubbed her head, spilling profanities from her mouth before standing up.


Just after a few others had made their way off the bus, Sophie did as well. She held her things in one hand, glancing around at where they had stopped. The place was creepy as hell but nothing could really change that. Sophie decided that, for now at least, she would keep her mouth shut and simply listen to take in as much information as possible. She wasn't sure why the bus stopped or anything else for that matter but she knew this wasn't going to end well. I am not sleeping in this creepy place... Not even if someone paid me to. Sophie let her eyes wander over the motel, taking in all possible details silently. Living several mile away from here sucked especially since she had to travel back and forth almost daily to work to end up stuck here at this time of night, or day perhaps, in the middle of nowhere.


Keeping herself alert, Sophie placed a hand on her hip and leaned back against the bus. She listened to the others question about rooms and various other things, hoping to get some kind of explanation. Hopefully, the bus just ran out of gas and it would be fixed by tomorrow so they could head on their way. Of course, they probably won't be how this goes down but she could only hope, really. Sophie let her bag rest beside her foot after dropping it dramatically to the ground. She twirled a dark brown lock of hair around her finger as she leaned her head back against the bus, shutting her eyes softly for a moment. I'm. So. Tired. she thought to herself.

 

[studyNight]

Alina stayed in her seat, leaning her head against the window like an emo teenager in a music video, she chuckled. Her music was blaring, oh well, the other passengers were focused on the crappy bus. Sighing, she took in the sights, she liked it, creepy was cool to her.


As people started to step off, she leaned off the window and looked at all the strangers. Why should she care, she shouldn't, but she does and she hopes that all these people get their lives off and rolling. She glanced at Sophie, she looked like a girl talking on the phone. Twirling her hair like that. But soon, after using so much energy of sitting up, she leaned back down, leaving the duty of fixing the bus to those who can and are willing.


why am I here, she mumbled.

 

[travelbypages]

Alex was sitting at the back of the bus looking board. He rolled his eyes and turned his music up louder bobbing his head a bit to the beat. He noticed a cute boy with blonde hair and smirked a bit then looked out the window


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[Akeira]

Nathaniel Blakewood sat near the front of the bus, leaning against the window and typing away on his Blackberry device. He tapped his foot impatiently, wishing that the bus would speed up, so he could get to the extravagant hotel already. Looking down at his watch, he clicked his tongue in disapproval, seeing that he would be late for check-in and would have to explain his tardiness to the executives of Goldman Sachs. At first, the arrogant man thought that it was peculiar that the grand company decided to have their conference in such a remote location of Florida; despite his speculation, being the good stock broker he was, he jumped at the opportunity to go to the conference in search of networking opportunities.


Absorbed in the emails he was sending at rapid fire, Nathan raised an eyebrow in confusion when the bus begun to slow down and come to a stop in the middle of nowhere. He peered out of his seat into the aisle, looking at the other passengers and sensing their worry as well. This is just brilliant. He thought to himself sarcastically, imagining his boss' reaction to this entire ordeal when he finally arrived. Upon hearing the bus driver's directions to exit the bus, he sighed in annoyance and followed the other passengers off in a timely fashion. Gazing around the lot they were currently in, he saw nothing for miles but the ratty hotel called "The Pink Cloud Motel." Nathan sighed and fixed his jacket, walking toward the hotel and waiting in a line near the front desk to check in. I better not lose my job for this.

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Thea Matthews hummed the tone of "Belle" from the off-broadway classic, Beauty of the Beast, which she would be auditioning for once the bus reached its location. She was very excited to read for the part of Belle, seeing this as her chance to gain more experience on a smaller scale before making her way to New York City. A free spirit, Thea often took her work seriously, constantly auditioning for different roles to gain perspective on various characters. It was the fuel that kept her going rather than sitting home all day reading a magazine. As she continued to hum the remainder of Belle's harmony of the song, the brunette glanced out the window of barren Florida, wondering how much longer it would take to reach their destination. She was eager to get on stage and show the casting director what she was made of.


Just when Thea thought that they were almost there, she felt the abrupt stop of the bus and peeked into the aisle to see what was going on. Upon hearing the driver's request to exit the bus, she sighed and brushed out her skirt, rising quickly and swinging her tote onto her shoulder. Being careful to watch her head while she exited, Thea glanced around and let her eyes adjust to the dingy hotel in the distance. She gazed at the sandy tan exterior with intrigue and walked toward the motel, seeing as she would have to stay the night until the bus was fixed. Though most would be put off by this turn of events, the aspiring actress saw this as an adventure along the way. Walking inside the motel, Thea made her way to the front desk and stood in the growing line to check in for the night.

 

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