#hotelstart

it’s almost like she’s in a trance, a blank expression plastered across pretty feminine features. usually bright hues seem distant, as if she’s focused on something so intensely that her entire being is been drawn toward something withholding all her concentration. expensive heels click across a set of tiles, the redheads path only ending once she’d reached one of the few doors with a bright green ‘ EXIT ’ sign residing above it. albeit, she doesn’t push nor shove on the door --- instead, dainty fingers reach upward to press against the wood, brows deeply furrowed. “i can’t figure this out.” words spoken softly, as though the banshee was speaking to herself, unaware of passing guests or company.

░; ♡  . . besides attempting escape. it wasn't really her issue, anyways.

“do you know where i might find someone from the staff? i have a few questions”

            the short girl approaches the next person she spots, small fingers lifting to tap them on the shoulder, “is she yours? i just thought that maybe she could be yours.” she didn’t even see their face yet, how could she possibly think that the puppy could be theirs. “unless you know, she isn’t, and you hate dogs.” what if they’re a cat person?

  “wait !!” steve shouts out as what felt to be the greatest idea make it’s way through the midst of his many thoughts. “we’re in las vegas, right ? what if we said screw it and decided to make the best of where we’re at ?” he suggested. hands waving around in the moment of sheer excitement because well, steve was tired of the same old frustration. we get it, everyone was stuck here. nobody had an explanation that they could call theirs. they all established that. “we could get a fake i.d. here, can’t we ? it’s las vegas, for christ sakes !!” steve finished, cocking an eyebrow in expectation. 

░; ♡ koishi leaned down, sitting upon one of the luscious sofas that lined the lounge of the hotel--. yes, she’s been outside before. out and around gensokyo, and only the shortest sight of the outside world, via a strange schoolgirl with a cape. though, being in such a brightly lit place.. hurt her eyes. the artificial lights too alien to her eyes. it wasn’t as if she were weak to it, but it irritated her lenses, definitely. it’s.. strange, being here. strange enough to pique even the slightest of curiosity to her mind. such a thing was a rarity. ever still growing since her talk ( and fight ) with the shrine maiden, but as it stood, she had no choice but to wander around. the many around her looked so strange-- so simple, in appearance. though, that’s not the right impulse if she wanted to make friends !! with no hesitance, she waltz right towards one. unaware or not of her minimal presence, she spoke up.  ❝ doesn’t it smell nice here? someone really wanted to welcome us.  ♡ ❞

as much as she felt as though she was dead, this wasn’t the world above the clouds she had expected once she faced the afterlife. no, this wasn’t it at all. much rather, it felt. . . more unpleasant. maybe her eyes had grown sensitive to such bright lights after what felt like a lifetime up within the clock-tower. with a stoic voice, she muttered. “ .. where am i. “