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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Work >> Best Exotic Hotel
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Herself, her colleagues, Harshad
[b]Time/Date:[/b] 8A.M. – 4 P.M./August 1st, 2016
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The day had ran on longer than Cera had anticipated and she sighed as she walked out of the building at the end of her day. Her feet were aching and sticky, and her skin felt completely clogged up and filthy, so she was more than ready to head back home. She glanced down at her stained clothing and felt her face fall whilst her stomach clenched up at the uncomfortable memories flashing in her mind again. The cringe would have been clear to anyone that saw her. At least her teaching materials had worked out well and she was happy enough with her class so far but it was quite early to tell if they would remain this focused and engaged. If it weren’t for that one mishap this morning, the day would have been an unprecedented success.

Cera wasn’t the only English teacher that had been hired by the school. There were two others that had been given positions alongside Cera. She had “met” them just before the morning meeting that she was running late for. The first person she, quite literally, ran into was Janine. Cera had been in such a rush to get to the meeting room before 8am that she ended up hitting the poor woman with the door as she burst through. It had been an embarrassing moment but Janine was nice enough to laugh it off and shake Cera’s hand in greeting once Cera had calmed down enough to stop apologising every two seconds.
 
Janine was a woman who looked to be in her mid-30s with black hair that was tied up in a messy bun style. She wore airy, bohemian style clothing and looked like the kind of woman that would walk around barefoot at any given opportunity. She was smiley, bubbly and completely friendly. Janine put Cera at such ease during their first meeting that Cera was convinced that she was in for the best job of her life. That was until she met Hank.

Cera’s first encounter with Hank wasn’t pleasant. She had been so happy talking with Janine that she decided it was a good time to get some coffee for herself. She walked towards the kitchen area where a small group of three men stood, two natives and one foreigner like herself. She figured that this must be the third English teacher, and she was right. Opting to get her coffee first was her first mistake. She held the cup of hot java in her left hand and walked towards the group of men to introduce herself. Hank, however, had his back to Cera and didn’t see her approaching. Not announcing herself was her second mistake. He turned around exactly when Cera walked up behind him and smacked right into her. 

You can imagine the screams of surprise, pain and anger that sounded out at that point when the coffee splattered all over both of them. Hank completely blamed Cera, his voice was raised so high that Cera could still hear his words ringing clearly even now, hours later. Of course she had apologised but that wasn’t good enough for Hank. His day was utterly ruined and he clearly couldn’t stick around with coffee covered clothing when he had classes to teach. He completely ignored the fact that Cera was covered worse than he was and he stormed out of the room. Cera didn’t see him for the rest of the day and she had had to explain what had happened during the meeting when the Principal had asked where Hank had disappeared to.

Now Hank might sound old, considering how he reacted to this accident, but he isn’t. Cera couldn’t quite place his age but he was somewhere between her age and Janine’s so it was a pretty broad number but based on the way that he had reacted to her mistake, Cera was sure he should have been in his late-50s. No one got that mad over an accidental coffee spill except mid to late 50 accountants and lawyers. It was ridiculous to her but Cera had just clammed up and said nothing to defend herself as usual. It was Janine coming over to help that even made her move from the same spot, her sandaled feet soaking up the puddle of coffee that was slowly cooling on the floor didn’t even encourage her to shift herself.

It certainly wasn’t the best way to start her working relationship with these people but at least she had made one friend that day. Hopefully Hank would cool off and realise he’d over-reacted and Cera could properly apologise to him. Maybe she’d bring in some cookies to win him over. That was her usual go-to so it might work, or it might make him madder. She had to try though. She didn’t want Hank to leave or ask for a transfer because of her social inexperience and awkward nature.

As Cera walked down the street a rickshaw driver flagged her down and greeted her enthusiastically. It was the same driver from earlier that morning. A smile flitted across her face as she realised that her idea of tipping well had probably worked. Hopefully her “fill Hank with baked goods” idea worked just as well.  She climbed in the back of the rickshaw and he asked about the stains on her clothes. She decided to fill him in on her day and see what he thought of the situation as he drove her back home to the hotel. 

By the time that the rickshaw brought Cera back home, she had made a second friend. Her rickshaw driver planned to take her to and from work each day she needed to be in the college building and had introduced himself as Harshad. So despite her rough start to the day, it hadn’t turned out quite as badly as she had thought. Now all she needed to make her day even better was to have a working shower in her bathroom and she could call the day a success. She bid Harshad a friendly farewell and made her way to her room and made checking her bathroom the first point of call. Halle-goddamn-lujah, the plumbing was working. She jumped right under the clean water, fully dressed, and let it clean the discomfort from her skin and clothes. 

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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] His room >> local pool >> small market >> local park >> Best Exotic Hotel
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Himself, stall vendor and locals in the park
[b]Time/Date:[/b] 8A.M. – 4 P.M./August 1st, 2016
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Being at a loss over what to do considering he couldn’t speak the local tongue, Marc had made his way back to the hotel. He then spent a couple hours in his room trying to make sure no random bits of his ceiling were about to land on his head in the middle of the night like what had happened to Murphy earlier this morning. He checked everything out to the best of his abilities and then contemplated asking Cera if he could just move into her room and sleep in her closet. He chuckled at the idea of her reaction then decided that he had to do something more productive with his time than try to fix problems he wasn’t qualified to fix.

He needed to chill out, get some exercise in and then maybe do some practice for his acts. He then came up with the most brilliant and original plan ever that could combine the first two needs on his list! He’d go to one of the local swimming pools, surely no one would ever come up with that idea, right? Wrong. The pool was overcrowded by the time he got to it so there wasn’t much chance to exercise but at least he managed to get a cool dip in to clean the icky off of his skin with the water and then with the local showers.

Deciding to come back later in the day, Marc went for another little wander around the city. He happened upon a small market stall area again and almost turned 180 when he saw a stall with American style items being sold. He took a hazard guess that the stall owner might speak some English and he was right! They were able to converse enough for Marc to buy a smart as heck [url=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/613Bbpz3wkL._UX385_.jpg]bowler hat[/url] before he made his way further out, finding a lovely little park area with a walkway running through it.

He figured this was a good place to practice as there weren’t very many people stopping along this way, most of them seeming to just be passing through. He began to do some warm ups and spotted a thin tree branch that had fallen from one of the bordering trees. He laughed as it looked a little like a bushy haired woman and then an idea struck him. He noticed the walls, the platform style stairs and decided he’d put on a short, silly show. He grabbed his phone and searched for the perfect song, Jack Johnson’s Bubble Toes. He grabbed the branch, placing it against the wall he was going to stand in front of. Once everything was set up, Marc placed his hat on the ground and fired up the music and began his [url= https://youtu.be/yAfp5qTNR2g]performance[/url].

It was less than two minutes long but he managed to gather a small crowd, most of them couldn’t speak English but that was the beauty of music and dance. People didn’t need to speak the same language to understand the message being portrayed. He made a tidy little sum that would do well for the drinking session that he had planned tonight with Murphy. He bowed, smiled and waved to everyone that was still around before making his way back to the pool. 

The pool was quieter now and he spent some more time working out, stretching the muscles and just plain enjoying himself. When he climbed back out and made his way back to the hotel, he wondered if anyone would be around. He checked his watch and saw that it was just after 3pm, Cera would probably be back soon if no one else was free to chat. So with a smile, humming tune and fancy footwork, Marc made his way back to the Exotic Hotel with his wet hair cooling him off under the warm Indian sun.
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