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[color=skyblue][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning to Late Afternoon
[color=skyblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Diner > Hotel > Ember Grove 
[color=skyblue][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] NPC Iris 
[color=skyblue][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@princess] Angel [/color]
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After being dropped off at the Hotel Inn did she realize she had forgotten her painting. Cursing at herself, she had entered the hotel. No matter, she’d contact Angel again. That woman would use it as leverage over her and Shay was certain she'd know. She felt a pit in her stomach form. She was risking her life by revealing it to her; yet, the devil was forming a plan so ghastly that it would wipe out the human race. She looked down at the floor. She had to choose between what was right, and what was easy. What would be easy would be running away. She gritted her teeth. She wanted to run away but to where? She couldn’t hide forever. 

On the other note, there was also the Holy Saviors she’d have to worry about. Would they recognize her? They would be everywhere. After all, Father Asshole had his cult in this town. It had been a year already. Did those bastards retain that knowledge? She shrugged it off. There were only so many problems she could worry about now. Perhaps she could finish what they had started. Besides, they wouldn’t expect her to be in the lion’s den, so close to their base. She felt a surge rush through her. 

The screams of her family filled her mind’s eyes. Helplessly, Shay had watched her seven year old nephew, Peter, get shot in the head. There had been over a dozen Holy Assholes, far too many for a witch with her skill level to fight. The rage in her eyes was visible as she glanced up at the hotel clerk who had been beckoning her forward. Shay had been in a reverie and hadn’t noticed. The woman blinked with surprise at her expression. Shay moved forward with a scowl. The Dark Magic she was using only fueled her anger, and she took several deep breaths to calm down.

[color=lavender]”Welcome to the Holiday Inn! Do you have a reservation?”[/color] Shay stared at the blue-eyed brown hair girl with a sigh. Her name tag read “Iris”.
 
[color=skyblue]”I’d like a room.”[/color] She shook her head and sighed. She hoped there was room and if not, she would go outside and hack inside the system. There was no way she would return to the campsite. There was a great possibility the residents would notice a few things missing...

[color=lavender]”Thank you ma’am, do you have any preferences?”[/color] 

[color=skyblue]”Between the third and fifth floor, no balcony, and in the middle of the hall. Also I want to rent a car preferably with tinted windows.”[/color] She began taking out her card before the woman could start talking. [color=skyblue]”Book them both for a week.”[/color] The clerk began punching in the information into her computer to find an available room. She kept glancing at Shay with curiosity, in which she sternly glowered at her. Shay glanced around, keeping one eye on the clerk and the rest on the hotel. Nobody looked suspicious or out of sorts. She didn’t spot any bloodsuckers or Holy Saviors. She glanced back at the clerk and huffed to show her annoyance at waiting. 

When the dumb ordeal was finally finished, Iris called out, [color=lavender]”All set ma’am, enjoy your stay at the Holiday Inn!”[/color] 

Shay had begun sauntering away and managed a sly grin. [color=skyblue]”Don’t you worry ma’am, I certainly will.”[/color] 

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Once settled in her room, Shay had ordered room service. She lounged on the bed, thankful for the comfort of it. She had become used to cold concrete, park benches, foliage and even Angel’s care. This bed though meant the world to her. Shay had turned the TV to watch cartoons but her mind wasn’t focused on it. She was stuck in her reverie. Her mind kept replaying that horrible day and her escape from Drake’s camp. She clenched her hands into fists and jumped like a cat when room service knocked on the door. She examined the perpetrator through the keyhole then swiftly took the food without a word. She began to examine the food for any traces of poison or tampering.  When she discovered it was normal, she began chowing down quickly. She had ate at the diner but had more room left. She hadn’t been eating well. 

Shay sighed as she stretched out the bed once finished. For now, it was peaceful, yet she couldn’t let her guard down. She needed to blend it and her rugged outfit wouldn’t cut it. She looked fresh out of Survivor. There was a mall nearby she could go to, but that risked exposure. She sighed and decided a makeover would help as well. It wouldn’t help against the bloodsuckers, yet it would impede the Holy Saviors. Their name made her sick inside and she forced it out of her mind. Saviors; what a joke. 

When the text finally arrived her car was ready, Shay secured her room and turned off the TV. She grabbed her bag and pulled her hair back into a braid. Then, she pulled her hood up and exited the room. Within fifteen minutes, she was on her way to the salon and mall. Shay glanced around the car with a grin. The windows were tinted enough to conceal her, yet not so lavish that she looked suspicious. She grinned for now, allowing herself to feel the joy of a small win. [/color]