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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 16:03:58 GMT -5
She had ordered room service for breakfast, and when she heard the knock, she jumped off the bed to get the door. She signed the receipt, tipping the waiter after he brought the cart into the room. When he left, she pulled the cart over to her bed, turning the TV on. She began watching a random show, picking at the fruit medley on her tray. When she finished the fruit, she took a sip of her orange juice, looking for ketchup on her tray. Of course they had forgotten it, which meant the blonde had to go get some herself. She grabbed her room key, walked to the front desk, and then made her way back to the room after she had gotten ketchup. She walked into the room, taking the metal tray off the warm food. She put some ketchup on her plate, dipping her scrambled eggs into the ketchup, chowing down on them. Once she finished her food, she pushed the cart outside the door, then jumped on Eli's bed.
"Wake up!"
She chimed, looking down at him.
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Post by Eli Morgan Kane on Sept 14, 2015 22:56:19 GMT -5
  Eli was usually up for anything. He said he would try anything once and for the most part, that was true. He had some hard lines that he would not cross but he thought everyone had those and he knew himself well to know where he drew a line. Honestly, he didn’t really have that many of them. But he did have things he liked more than others and in his experience he wasn’t overly fond of the mainstream. Eli would much rather the grudge of the underground music scene to that of the frilly, fluff people like that Swift girl or that Justin kid. He liked music that made him want to get up and dance around, he loved to get in the middle of the crowd that was rocking out and having a good time. If he walked away with a couple unknown bruises, all the better for it! He loved Warped Tour because of that feeling.
Yea the music wasn’t exactly underground, there were quite the following behind the headlining acts but damn were they ever good. That was the kind of stuff Eli listened to when he chose. Whenever someone else picked the play list, he habitually drowned them own and had a bad habit of saying some band or artist wasn’t bad when in fact he really didn’t have a bloody clue. It had gotten him into trouble before and it would no doubt get him into trouble again but for the time being, he was usually good at faking it. The night before had been a difficult one to tune out, it really hadn’t been his cup of tea but Stella had offered him the ticket and he hadn’t wanted her to go alone. His mother and grandmother had raised a slightly dysfunctional gentleman after all. It hadn’t completely been his fault. He’d never actually listened to the artist they’d gone to see before the previous night. And though he did find some of her songs catchy, they weren’t what he was into.
Still he’d enjoyed the night and had fallen into his hotel bed exhausted. And he’d not needed to take the time off since the owner had shut down the gallery for a week to go away himself so it had been like Eli was on vacation. And he had needed to fill the time doing something. why not a concert? He usually loved music, could find something good in just about anything and last night had been no different. Eli was just happy he’d be going back to his own bed soon. He liked to travel but travel did not like him. He was up before the sun rose, unable to sleep so he decided to hit the hotel gym, work up a bit of a sweat and see if the exercise wouldn’t lull him back to bed. It was too early to be up and Eli preferred afternoons and nights to the early mornings. He watched the sun rise through the gym window and called it shortly afterwards, heading back up to the room to crash just as he was. He’d deal with a shower when he really woke up. It felt like minutes when he was pulled from his dreamland, automatically flinging his arm out and connecting with something no, someone. His eyes snapped open and Eli sat bolt upright in bed. “What the fuck?!” He asked, not even waiting for his mind to catch up with the fight or flight mode it had thrown itself into.
If there was one thing about Eli that everyone should know, it was that it was an extremely unwise move to wake him up physically. His mother nor his grandparents ever did it; they’d learned their lessons when he’d still been a child and accidentally left bruises on their skin from throwing a punch or kicking out at them before realising what was happening. After a few times, thinking it would grow out of it and never doing so, they figured out that simply calling out to him was the best way to rouse him from bed. He woke up instantly and in a rather good mood; probably because there wasn’t anyone encroaching his personal space. He really hated that.
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