||| . allTWI§TEDup! . ||| {penny!/chase!/tori!}

It felt wonderful, stepping off the boat, stretching her limbs, basking in the sunlight the awning had kept from her skin. And, though the wind continued whipping along her hair, her stomach eased, and the irritating clench in her chest eased. It had felt unnatural, the feelings she had had while on the ship, thinking of her origins. Her father, whom had been a fisherman, had taken her on countless boat rides, allowing her to handle the small wooden fishing rod as he manuevered the chunck of wood and a woven net. She should have been used to the stomach-churning rock of the boat, the sour smell of salt water, and the wind.

Tired of contemplating the matter, she pushed all thoughts of her past and harsh winds from her mind, intently focusing on the time at hand. She had been able to escape District Four, if only for a short period of time, and luxury was waiting right at her fingertips. Relaxation would become part of her schedule, and she was sure she would get more than a little tipsy as the parties progressed. Now, only to find her designated room in the grand hotel, shove her bag into a small closet, and find the nearest wet bar.

Retreiving a room key from the front desk, she made her way up the carpeted stairs, stopping short at the second door to the right, gazing for a minute at the plastic numbers nailed to the wooden surface. Now, I am a woman, she thought, a small grin playing with her lips. Of course, in now way would crossing the threshold of a hotel room turn a teenager into a woman, but young Annalise had never been in one, and therefor saw it as a grand adventure. A deep breath, and the key was in the slot, the knob was turned, and long legs took her in, where all she could do was stare in awe. It was a very grand room, heavy curtains only half-blocking a marvelous ocean veiw, equipped with a wide balcony, plush carpet, and flower vases set on each nightstand.

Wide eyes faltered at the sight of another girl in the room, sprawled on one of the beds. "Oh." Her bag slipped from her hands, and she found herself staring. No one had informed her she was rooming with another woman. She had not asked for this -- well she had not asked for anything really, but this was uncalled for. Shaking her head, as if this could cover up her moment of weakness, she took another step toward the young woman, a glare furrowing her eyebrows. "And what the hell do you think you're doing?"


ooc-sorry wasn't here to post in leaving ship thread, so i described it in this post. and sorry for the crap post, it was kinda rushed thanks to lateness, which i also apologize for