Fantasy ~ vacation day (1x1)(closed)

[Nuclear_Kindness]

For a high end hotel the sound the knob on the tub makes is disappointing. It is a
drawn out squeak followed by a slow chugging gurgle of hot water, which splatters
out into the tub. Another slow squeak then the water chugs up some more before
spitting out of the worn down shower head. The cell phone on the bathroom countertop
buzzes in quick rapped buzzes, about six in total before the phone is picked up.
Six messages. Each one little nuggets of good news. Vlad smiles to himself before
laughing softly. A sound drowned out by the running shower. He throws the phone
back onto countertop.
He stands before the wall expansive mirror and fixes his gauze forward. Each
button he unhooks seems to have it's own purpose. Deep enough into thought
they even play an important purpose. He slips the shirt off. Folds it neatly and places
it next to his phone. Quicker this time he unhooks the belt around his waist.

The hotel room door thuds turning into a series of panicked bangs.​

Vlad stops, the belt still hanging onto the last loop of his pants. Eyes dart to his phone
then to the shower. Plumes of hot steam linger by it now. He exhales deeply pulling the
belt completely free. He wraps into a quick tight circle and tosses it onto the bed as he
passes by. Even this so called luxury hotel's finest rooms are no bigger than that of a two
bedroom at a Best Western. He clenches his jaw and his body flexes, muscles twitching.
He pulls the door open, but before he can get any words out the visitor barrels into his
room.

"Care to explain yourself?" he speaks direct with a Russian accent.
On instinct he shuts the door but keeps his hand on the handle. ​

 

[elytra]

The hotel was nice.

It was nicer than the places Benji usually stayed, if he was completely honest. To be fair, usually when he was staying at hotels, it wasn't for relaxations purposes; when he was traveling for work, there wasn't really a point to get a nice room since he wouldn't be spending much time in it anyway. This time around he was actually on a real vacation, one paid for by some stupid raffle he'd won after entering on a whim. So, yea. It was nice, if you ignored the fact that people kept dying.

The first time hadn't really worried him. Sure, someone dying was weird, it was unexpected, but statistically he couldn't see it happening again. The problem was that it did happen again. Then again, and again, and again, and then it had gotten a bit worrying. They were being called 'accidents' by the hotel, but that many accidents shouldn't have been happening, not right after one another. Maybe he was being paranoid, but there was obviously more going on.

At first, he'd tried to ignore it. He'd kept to himself, in his room, doing anything within his power to avoid going out. That had been enough, but then more had happened. Eventually, he'd come to the conclusion that he had to figure out some way to keep himself somewhat safe in order to actually be able to sleep at night. Unfortunately the options were limited.

That led him to the current moment. He stood at his sink, hands white-knuckled as they held onto the edge and he stared at the mirror at himself. He had already decided that the only thing to do was to figure out someone he could stay with, because leaving wasn't truly an option either- he had no car, and no plane ride until the last day of his stay. The problem was that he doubted his neighbor would be open to the idea, which made him anxious to even try it. He did end up convincing himself to go forward with the idea, though, after five minutes of deliberating and then a few splashes in the face with some cool water.

He made it to the door and even pushed his way inside the room once it was opened without issue. He did end up faltering once questioned and met with the sight of his neighbor standing there, shirt off. That hadn't been something he planned for; he froze up for a second, before remembering why he was there in the first place.

"I'm staying here now." He said, trying to sound confident, but soon reconsidering his words once he realized that this wasn't his room and he could get kicked out if he didn't convince the man in front of him to let him stay. "Well, okay, look. Lots of people are dying in this stupid hotel, and frankly, I don't want to be one of them. Personally, I prefer my heart still beating, I'm sure you understand. Obvious solution to such is that I stay with someone else, and you're the closest person to my room, so...." He trailed off, figuring it were obvious, before tacking on "So, I'd prefer to stay here. I'll sleep on the floor. I sincerely don't give a shit about stuff like that. Yes? No? I'm hoping for a yes. If its a no, fair warning, I'll probably bother you until its a yes."

 

[Nuclear_Kindness]

"Here? In my room? Jesus man." Vlad's grip on the door handle lessens
just before he drops it completely.​

Oh lovely, he prefers to keep his heart beating. Vlad closes his eyes as if to gather his thoughts and takes
in a deep breath. He must start the play humans expect. Breathe in breathe out, now regulate it. His nose
flares. This boys heart thumps, sweetly, under his own rib cage. A prisoner begging for Vlad to set it free.
Vlad opens his eyes. He leans up against the door and crosses his arms trying to peg the situation.

"I hadn't been watching the news." He sounds sincere. "Uhm," he rubs
his chin, "here let's turn on the TV.. that channel they have for the
hotel activities and shit." He walks past the stranger to grab the remote
on the night stand. A large unopened foreign glass bottle of vodka
sits there next to it as well. "Let's see."​

The TV flicks to life. The typical blue screen is still there, with some pleasant images of nearby attractions.
On the left side of the screen is a panel with the week's weather forecast. Cloudy with high chances of
rain. Soft lo-fi music plays. At the bottom is a ugly purple bar with yellow text scrolling slowly. It reads;

Please be aware, all precautions are being taken to ensure your safety.
If needed please call the hotline to discuss accommodations being made.
All hotel staff and guests are being accounted for. Police are on site. If
you hear or see anything call the hotline listed...
​

Vlad shuts off the TV. "Well shit. They have police here at
least, that's something right?" He tosses the remote onto the bed
and takes a seat on the edge. "Don't want to peg you for the paranoid
type, but don't travel alone often? And if you're hell bent on staying..
Well it saves me from from the hooker I was gonna buy tonight."
Vlad laughs, it is a joke in poor taste but might as well get the boy
accumulated sooner than later. "I'm joking. Take a seat there." He
points to the leather armchair pushed into the corner of the room.
"What's your name? What brings you here?"​

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