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Empty Hotel
Cyra stopped outside the dining room door and decided to go to the roof instead. She walked up there and stared out at the cloudy blue sky.((Ok, goodnight!))
When Luke awoke he sat up, he was sore and groggy. He got himself ready and went downstairs to grab some food and he sat a table in the corner.
How did the world get so wrong, she thought to herself. The sun was starting to set and the sky was even prettier than last night a mixed of pinks and yellows and oranges.
Luke knew Cyra would have gone to the roof at this time so he made his way up, a peace offering of donuts in his hands.
Cyra sat down on the edge of the roof with her legs dangling off the edge. Watching the final rays of sun disappear into the horizon.
"I brought some donuts." He said as he walked up behind her.
Cyra looked behind her and reached for the donuts, turning back towards the horizon while ripping the package open and stuffing one in her mouth.
"Good lord, are those your favorite?" He chuckled sarcastically. "No sign of zombie's?" He asked as he sat next to her.
“Not my favorites but there still food.” She said as she stuffed another one into her mouth. “No signs of zombies in yet, but after last night we need to start doing a better job.”
"That's fine with me. Do what we need to do to survive." He said taking a bite.
Cyra hits the donut he stole from her. “Don’t eat my food.” She scolds him with a grin on her face.
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Alright, I stolen just one thing. Your food." He laughed.
“Yes. My. Food. Do not take me food.” Cyra puts the last bit of donut in her mouth walks away from the edge.
"I'm too evil." He smiled. He sat at the ledge longer than she did. The stats were beginning to appear and those were his favorites.
“No your not.” She said with a laugh. “Your a pretty princess.” She twirls in a circle and curtsies in front of him,”My royal highness.”
"M'lady" He said, standing and bowing back.((hehe get my reference))
((YES, I love cat noir!))Cyra walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder and her other hand in his. “Since you are the princess you must follow my lead.” She says as they begin to dance.
((I'm almost to cat Blanc and I don't think I'm ready.))He held her hand and followed her lead as she instructed. "I am not your princess." He said indignantly.
((I’m only on season 2 right now but it’s SO good))“No, you aren’t. You are an independent princess with an amazing friend.” She says sternly. “And that amazing friend just so happens to be dancing with sleeping beauty, the most fairest in all the land.” She says sarcastically.
((it gets so good I'm obsessed))"You are the fairest in the land." Luke smiled down at her, swaying softly.
((I think she was downstairs healing herself and fueling up I think))
((okay, maybe let us finish this scene and then we can reintroduce her?))
((I was just thinking out loud but I'm glad we were on the same page))
“Why thank you kind princess.” She says and twirls into him and he dips her. “Besides, you young princess, have much to learn about being fair.” She laughs.
"M'lady, I am more than fair." He grinned as he pulled her up from the dip.
She laughs,”Sure, whatever you say.” She steps away when she comes up from the dip and smiles. “As much as I love to dance, we should probably go check on our new house guest.” She says with a chuckle.
Luke's gaze dropped. He would have spent thousands more moments up here, but they couldn't leave Violet all alone. "Lead the way, m'lady." He said.
“Always.” She said and began to lead the way down to the dining room where violet was.
Cyra waved back. “Sorry we left you for so long, we had some... thing we had to deal with.” She glances at luke then walks over near violet.
Luke followed Cyra and nodded at Violet who already looked better than when they found her. He avoided Cyra's eyes when she looked back.
“When we where at the gas station you where saying something about your stomach?” She asked remembering her talking about her stomach hurting in-between her blackouts.
((Goodnight))
"Yeah how are you doing Violet?" Luke asked her. He walked around and sat on the floor with his back on the wall.
Cyra pulls out one of the chairs at the closest dining table and sits down, feeling suddenly very nauseous. At no reply Cyra says, “here I’ll go get some pain meds for you, just in case.”
Luke notices as change in her behavior but he decides that it would not be of any use to try and help just yet.
“Still, just in case.” Cyra races up stairs, happy for the excuse to get away. She runs into her room and pulls up her sleeve on the arm that was scratched. “Dang it,” she says as she sees 3 purple vein lines running down her arm, filled with poison.
Luke heard her speak from upstairs but he did not care much. He stood and walked to the front door seeing if there was anything coming towards the hotel.
Cyra pulled her sleeve down fast and reached over and grabbed the pain killers off of her bed. She ran back down the stairs to the dining room and and handed violet the pills.
"Nothing outside so we're good for now." He told both Violet and Cyra. He ran a hand through his hair as he sat in a chair, propping his legs on a table.
“K, good. Still, we should be leaving tomorrow. We can head for town to pick up some supplies then head back on the road.” She said and say down across from Luke.
"I'm following your lead Cyra." He said calmly.
“That just leaves you violet. You can come with us, or we can drop you off in town while where there.” She looks at violet, “It’s your choice.”
“Good, Luke get all of the non food necessities ready. violet, you’re in charge of food. I’ll get everything else ready. We leave tomorrow morning.” She walks out of the room, already making a list in her mind of what she needs to get ready.
Cyra walked down and outside to the car. She opened the hood. “Why does the car always start to act up whenever I’m about to leave” she yells.
Luke walked down, all of the things in his hands or in the pack. "Because we are lucky." He told her sarcastically.
“Ya, lucky enough to have me, a car expert.” She says back just as sarcastically.
“No, I’m just really good at fixing cars.” She starts digging around in the engine, “Of course I’m a car expert.”
((it is almost midnight where I am so good night, I will respond to you as soon as I get the chance))