*Room 4 is his. Simple, straight-forward, bland.

The first night had been...well, not that silent. At some point during the wee hours of the night a pillow (his) had been tossed out...in flames none-the-less...but would that little detail really matter?

He lays on the bed, the laptop open, resting beside him, blank screen stares and hisses one-eyed and slightly yellowed at him. A bottle of some prescrïption medicines rest on his stomache, funny little pills spilt on his belly.

He stares up at the ceiling counting the cracks that porno-couple above him have created....one...two...twenty-nine thousand!

The music coming from the iPOD comes out thorugh high-tech speakers, blaring though the room and every single cell in his body.

Disturbance of the peace....quite possibly but he he could give a rat's...well...yanno.*  

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*He had finally fallen asleep, the lap top had been switched off and gently set on the floor. The pill bottle had been placed on the lap top and he lay spawled, half naked, in nothing but a tiny skirt, on the crumpled sheets of the bed.

The music from the iPOD continues to blare out in song, either he fell asleep and forgot to turn it off, or the loud metal music was perposly left on to lull him to sleep.

He sighs in his slumber, his dark hair falling over his delicate features, dreaming dreams that coil and grow in the pit of his stomach.*

*It's almost noon when he wakes up. He kicks the crumpled sheets away from him and crawls out of bed making his way to the bathroom.

He looks at himself in the dirty bathroom mirror as he begins to brush his teeth, remembering that he promised pock-face that he'd be paying him more money tomorrow. He's got enough for that if he stayed in...or he could find himself a nice club or bar where the music is loud and the boys are cheep and have a drink, or two and try to drown his thoughts away. That's a no-brainer! He'll shower, get dressed then grab an apple and a red-bull out of the fridge, and go for a walk before night falls and it's clubbing time. He'll deal with Jr. later.*

*He crawls back into room number 4 at the crack of dawn. The door is shut behind him, his eyes falling to his bed...sleep!

Daisy begins to walk towards it, his hands fumbling over his clothes in an odd little stripping; first top is slipped over his head and dropped near the door, next over-the-top gothy-style bracelettes are slipped off, cast aside. He unbuttons the tiny black buttons of his skirt and it slithers down his legs, he steps over the frills as he nears the bed. A tug at his choker and it to is dropped to its death.

He stands now at the foot of his bed, in nothing but his fishnet stockings and ankle boots.* Screw it...*he mutters and flops on the bed. In a millisecond he is asleep.

The sun's first rays of light try to break through the last remainders of the night's sky.

A single hundred dollar bill lays next to the tiny skirt, having escaped one of the small pockets. Sometime during his slumber a strong wind enters the open window and steals the bill, shoving it under the bed, then laughing all the way it makes its way out of room number 4.*  

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*The next day is spent like it often enough was when he was younger...on his knees, though this time it's to recover a lost bill. His gaze is frantic as he plows under the bed, finally grabbing onto the 100 dollar bill* Don't ya ever do that again!

*He rises angrily and dusts his knees off. With a huff he shoves the bill into his skirt pocket and heads downstairs to pay Jr. for two more days.

Today he's got to do some apartment hunting, maybe he'll check out that cheep area Alice told him about. Yah, that would be good.

He knocks on the countertop to get Jr.'s attention, hoping the little creap doesn't say anything about the electric pink micro-mini he's wearing tonight.*

Junior assumes Daisy would be insulted if he didnt.

'Hey there toots you didnt have to go n get all dolled up just fer me..' He wheezes, eyes lingering a lot longer than they aught to...

*Creep...well might as well use Jr.'s weekness to his advantage*

(diff 6, if it's not a diff.6 roll, lemme know and I'll edit: 2008-09-17 04:59:47 Daisy rolls 3 dice to charisma 8,3,5 (1 success)

*He leans against the counter and smiles at pock-face* Thought you might like pink *he teases playfully, though inside he's retching.* Thought you might like it enough to give me a discount rate on the next two days...whatcha say, handsome?
*As the words roll off his tongue, for him, they feel like slime, like a leach dipped in grease slipping down his flesh. But hey, if he can get a cheeper rate that means he'll be able to get out of this dump quicker.*

'That depends.' Junior leans forward, his breathe smells of mayonaise and cheap cigarettes.

'Im havin a little party tommoro night, i sure could use a perdy date like yourself...'

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This is where you can roll Charisma and Expression Or performance (your choice) at Diff 5 since you succeeded the first charisma roll to lead him on and get the lower rate; and presumbly never go to the party.  

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((Coolness))

*Daisy chuckles* I'd love to say yes...*he pouts dramatically* but I have plans...how about I take a rain check *when hell freezes over* for the next time? I'll even wear this skirt for ya. *Mile-long lashes flutter, inside he wants to punch this guy* But if you give me a nice little discount I might even wear my little black one...it's shorter.

*Suddenly a thought crosses his mind...what would Jr. think if he told him he was a dude, and under that cute little skirt there was not what Jr. thought. Would Jr. then find it odd he was attracted to a boy?*  

Junior seems more like teh type who would fuck Daisy anyway, then beat him to within an inch of his life and probably sodomize him with something sharp and leave in a gutter.

'Alright..' Junior conceeds, leaning back to pick at his yellowed fingernails.

'Ill give you two nights for one, and your mine next weekend..'

Something about the way he says mine should turn Daisys stomach without pause.

*Daisy looks at him expressionless for a moment, reading the skuzz-ball's thoughts...ok so not exactly, but he's got a good idea what he may be thinking of.*

Two for one, a new pillow and I will think about next week *he says with a sudden smile upon his face and gives the man a wink, offering him false hope. He wants to vomit...on Jr.*

Junior grins with ratlike teeth.

'Deal.'

He gets up from his chair, which looks damp in places from Juniors sweaty backside. He goes to a small supply closet and digs out a fresh pillow, still wrapped in plastic and tosses it to Daisy.

*He catches the pillow thinking it's nice enough...he'll take it with him when he leaves...if it doesn't accidentelly catch on fire, of course.

He pulls out enough cash for his next two nights and sets it on the counter-top. He pulls his hand away quickly so that Jr. cannot touch him.*

Later *he quickly backs away and hurridly makes his way back to the room. He'll grab himself a red bull, pop his meds then begin his apartment hunt...ohh...the excitement...*  

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Junior goes back to whatever flickering thing he was watching on his tiny TV that was getting him all sweaty....

As Daisy leaves the place he will pass a Striking man on a motorcycle who had just pulled up out front. The man is dressed in black, bikers leathers and heavy boots with spurs. He wears a black cowboy hat andh as a deathly pale face. A long barrelled revolver that looks like it weighs twenty pounds rests at his hip. Shadows obscure the mans eyes but Daisy would still get the uncomfortable sensation of being sized up, looked at like a meal... or maybe less, just a bug that might be in the way.

The exposed weapon and the black tendril like tattoos running up them ans bare arms should do nothing to help set Daisy at ease. There is something very wrong with this man and he makes no attempt to hide it.

He will leave his bike in the parkinglot, the spurs clunking heavy on the cement as he heads into the office...

*And the man does just that...give Daisy the heebie-jeebies! He shudders as they pass. Daisy's dark eyes lingering on the man despite a sudden shiver down his spine. It's like watching a train wrech, even though you wanna look away...you don't.*

Shiiit...*he mutters under his breath when the man enters the Hotel, then hurries his step. He better find a new place, fast.*

Annnnd... just give me a post when/ if Daisy comes back please. I dont wanna ruin any suprises here...
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((Surprises? Uh oh...I don't think I will like any RJ surprises *runs and hides* heh ))

*Daisy does eventually return. The sun is setting, dusk plants itself into the city.

He's got a rolled up newspaper under one arm, a bottle of something-or-another in a brown paper bag in his other hand and his earphones in his ears. The music is so loud one would be able to hear it if they stood next to him. Loud, harsh metal blares though the cute pink earphones.

He walks back into the hotel, hoping that neither pock-face or freaky will be around.*

There is no sign of the motorcycle nor its black clothed rider. The door to the motel office, Juniors office, hangs open and through the doorway Daisy cant help but notice the desk lamp is on its side, on the floor...

*He is about to make his way back to Room 4, but the open door catches his eye. Curiously he steps over to it, wondering what he'll see...probably Jr. watching some cheap porno with his dick in his hand, maybe he can catch him doing it and then make fun of him.

Nearing the open door, he peeks inside and the first thing he sees is the lamp on the floor. Something is not right... his instincts tell him.*

Hey, mister? *he calls out.* You there?

There is no answer, no obvious fap sounds, even the colorless flicker of the tiny tv is gone. As Daisy peeks through the door he will see Junior, not in some sordid pose but sprawled on his back across the desk with his arms spread and legs danging.

The office is wrecked, chairs overturned, papers scattered, lamp on the floor, even the bathroom door is off its hinges and laying on the floor...