[center][b][h1][color=Silver]Oriana Taplin[/color][/h1][/b][hr]
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[b][h1][color=6ecff6]Daniel James "DJ" Harrison[/color][/h1][/b][hr]
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[h3]Hotel- En route to Ashford Institute for the Gifted.[/h3]
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Oriana was standing outside the hotel, letter in hand as she looked it over once more. It's a letter adressed to herself from a teacher called Professor Tabitha North, appearently the dam teachers felt that the teen would be interested in visiting the place, of course with it being headlined with [i]"Thought you might be interested..."[/i] pretty much spelled it out for her, and they even had the cheek to ask if she could pick up some other random guy called Daniel.

If she was to be honest with herself, Oriana was going to refuse, she had her brother to think about and the people quietly helping people like her out. but they couple she was with convinced her to go try it out and see what it was like and if she didn't like it she could always return. They let her borrow the expedition and promised her brother would be fine. She wasn't happy bout it but she would at least try. Walking into the hotel, it was certainly the place to be, top end and posh, she was definitely looking out of place getting some looks from people, maybe it was the white hair or the dark blue lips? At least her eyes werent glowing white, walking through the looby she was reading the notes of where this boy was meant to be, ignoring others in the lobby. 

While most seemed happy to stay clear of the girl one male worker was brave enough to approach her. [b]"Excuse me miss, you need some assistance?"[/b] The question trailed of as Oriana turned her head slightly to look at the man. [b]"Never mind"[/b] He spoke under his breath as he stepped back to leave and the white haired woman rolled her eyes. [color=Silver]"Looking for my brother, what floor is this room?"[/color] she said showing him the room number boy she was after in, Once the man pointed out the floor she would need to go on, The teen left to make her way there.

DJ leaned back in his chair, his headphones on as he listened to the finishing touches of the piece he had been editing over the last couple days on his laptop. He'd been working on it off and on, but DJ finally cracked a small smile as the beats just hit right. His eyes were closed as he nodded along, humming along to the electronic sounds. As the final notes faded, he gave a small nod and shut his laptop lid. As he removed his headphones, he was brought back to reality. Two of the hotel's staff were carefully yet swiftly packing up the 18 year old's things throughout the room, managing to carefully fold and hang his clothes all around the 5th floor executive suite's couch. DJ just nodded at their progress and began packing up his laptop, cooling stand, and various accessories into an over the shoulder bag lying on the floor next to him.

Within moments the hotel workers managed to finish packing up a hotel cart with all of his belongings, and one of them approached DJ as he stared out the window. [color=Silver]"You should be all set, Mister Harrison. Is there anything else we can do for you?"[/color]

DJ reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. He carefully slid out a $50 bill and handed it to the worker, giving a small fake smile. [color=6ecff6]"Just need to pack it into the car when my driver shows up."[/color]

The hotel worker gave a small nod as he made his way to the cart in the hallway. As DJ watched him leave, he tilted his head slightly as a woman appeared in the doorway, examining the room number for a moment. DJ sighed as he made his way towards the door, his tone sarcastic and biting. [color=6ecff6]"Sorry, not hanging with groupies today, and I didn't call for entertainment."[/color] By the time he had reached the door, he was standing a good five inches taller than Oriana. His expensive flannel was unbuttoned down to his chest, and his curly hair somehow looked purposefully messy. His grin had a sort of sarcastic smugness as he, quite literally, looked down at the stranger. [color=6ecff6]"You lost?"[/color]

Oriana had finally made her way to the location she needed to be, she had arrived to see the door was open and watched as two individuals, looking very part of the hotel staff getting this guys stuff all in order for him. What? Was he to noble to dp this crap himself? It didn't impress her at all and decided to act out she was examining the door number when the workers came out, she could tell from the corner of her eye that she had caught the young mans attention and was heading his way over to her. 

Did he really just say that? what a great introduction, he was using sarcasm towards her, which was fine, she could handle a bit of foolishness to come, of course she didn't expect it right out of the bat, but she was not one for trying to find out all about this guys past, why did she have to get her interest peaked by this Tabitha? she now had to deal with this idiot. She stood to face him, her expression unchanged as she stood up to him, sure she had to look up, but that didn't imtimidate her one bit, he looked a mess, not ready to leave and that this stupid smug look on his face. A sly grin reaching her features. [color=Silver]"So not only do they waste my time to pick up some smart ass, I get some spoilt rich smartass that thinks I'm his entertainment.. how cute."[/color] Oriana replied cool as a cucumber, her sly grin gone. 

[color=silver]"I can't if I should be offended or Ammused"[/color] She soon added before basically shoved her way into this room, just barged past him like he wasn't even there. Raising an eyebrow Oriana surveyed the room, looking around the executive suite before calmly walking over to the window to the street below. Oriana didn't even bother to turn and look back at him. [color=Silver]"So I will get to the point"[/color] Pulling her own envolope with her letter in it from her inside jacket pocket, holding it up so DJ could see. [color=Silver]"I am going to assume you got one of these?"[/color] before putting it back in to pocket before turning around to face in the direction of DJ. [color=Silver]"I don't know why I even accepted to come and get you, but if you still want a lift to this place, you will need to stop being a shit and play nice"[/color] A sly grin returning. 

DJ raised an eyebrow at the audacity of this stranger. Though, this of course melded into confusion as she continued. A letter? He hadn't gotten one. All he had received was a brief text conversation with his parents. No information on where he was going, no real explanation on why. Though he knew, and his parents understood that he did. The young man just shook his head as he looked at what was seemingly his driver. [color=6ecff6]"Look, I don't know where I'm going or if I even want to be there. But my bags are packed and my parents will probably give me some long lecture if I don't get there... so we might as well get on with this."[/color] He used a sigh to punctuate this sentiment, and folded his arms as he looked at Oriana expectantly.

His body language spoke of a young man that wanted to get this over with, and Oriana could understand that entirely, like him she probably didn't want to go through all this crap either. Although she was surprised that his parents decided to leave out the vital information on just where on earth he was going, but she read him loud and clear. [color=Silver]"Uh."[/color]she sounded surprised as she pulled out her own letter from inside her jacket pocket once more. 

[color=Silver]"I guess there is something we have in common, not wanting to be there that is... Look the place is called Ashford institute for the gifted, I am sure even you can put two and two together on what they means."[/color] Casually walking over offer him the letter she had.[color=Silver]"I am suprised your parents never told you, but that's not my concern, you can read it if you like, in the mean time lets see if those two staff avtually got your stuff to the expedition before I get a parking ticket."[/color] 

DJ shook his head as the letter was offered. If he was honest, reading the letter would certainly just upset him more. He just wanted to move on, and keep pushing forward. So the green-eyed musician simply nodded towards the door. [color=6ecff6]"If you don't mind, I'd rather just get on with things. Don't want you getting a ticket, after all."[/color] Before Oriana could even respond, DJ had decided the conversation was over. He turned and walked out of the hotel room, beginning his descent down to the Expedition.

Oriana nodded, it was more chat than she wanted or expected and if honest she agreed with him on the fact of just wanting to hurry up and get this over with, hopefully by now the hotel staff ahd loaded his things into the expedition and didn't mess up her own stuff, thankfully she didnt have a ton of things like this guy did. Placing the letter back inside her jacket and to walking out the room, she closed the door and made her way down behind him, there was little to no conversation between the to, she didn't mind the silence as it gave her time to think on the ride there. 
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