The Whisper of Death [1]

Continuing from The Whispers of Death Introduction.

RP Collaboration.

Fortune:

Fortune stared at herself in the hotel mirror after getting ready for dinner, the loose curls of her blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

“God, I look like my mother,” she said to herself.

Her brown eyes had fine eyeliner wrapped around them, creating a cat eye. Red lipstick covered her mouth. She gave a smile, testing it out. The large gap between her front teeth was much too noticeable for her liking. She frowned, turning around to get the full effect of her ensemble.

She wore a dress that her mother gave to her for her sixteenth birthday, probably the most expensive thing that her parents ever bought for her. The money that her father “earned” was hardly ever spent on anything besides hiring hit men and other things relating to the business. The dress was long and red, with a slit running up to her left thigh. The front was covered up to her neck, but the gown was backless and showed off her tan skin and freckled shoulders. Brushing her hands down her torso and evaluating her appearance one more time, she let out a sigh and turned off the light. It was now or never.

 

Subtle:

Lance stared at himself in the mirror when he got to his room. Why are you so shy? Is it just the way you were raised? He thought. His parents were always gone, and his sister was always rude to him. So he had to be shy for many reasons. Maybe being here would help him overcome the shyness. “If only…” He sighed.

After he took a moment to himself, he began to get ready for the ‘party’ happening tonight on about, oh, 25 minutes. He put on a fancy suit, and made sure his hair looked at least a little decent. The freckles stared back at him in the mirror. What if you don’t get along with anyone? Oh you will. stop worrying about it… And he continued to get ready for the ‘big night.’

 

Lilah:

A few hours prior…
Stan was in the middle of the horrendous crowd before him. It annoyed him to no end to be in the middle of the swarming students, there was also a buzz going on about a celebrity’s daughter by the name of… Well Stan had no idea ‘Who the fuck cares anyway,’ He barely listened to the announcment, the architecture, while good looking did not faze him unlike others. He figured he was in the second pile of students going through the elevator dragging his black high quality suitcase he enters the elevator, ‘Bahh, parties aren’t my thing,’ He mentally whines despite knowing he would come anyways. The room number which he didn’t even check earlier was 418, he made his way after arriving on his floor.

 

Time Skip (7:24)

The hotel room was expensive looking, with tasteful furniture and its own kitchen, Stan didn’t really care as long as the place had WI-FI and a place to put his laptop he was content.
Stan, after checking the time decided it was time to go, not caring about his appearance, putted on a blazer on top on a white short-sleeved shirt, after finishing a quest in a video game, he grabbed a messenger bag filled with stuff he found necessary, and went out of the hotel room.

 

SA:

Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.Celeste walks towards the huge bathroom, and took a quick shower, the shower glass had etched in flowers and was tinted blue. After she got out of the shower she began to do her makeup. she put on: a generous amount of BB cream, powder, peach blush, black eyeliner, mascara, shimmery eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. She unpacked her suitcases in order to find her dress and put her clothing from the bus ride over in the fold up hamper that she brought. Her dress was short sleeved covered in silver sequins, it hugged her body and went a teeny bit below her mid-thigh. She blow dried and curled her red hair and put on a black satin headband with a bow. She slipped her feet into some tall black heels. Her watch read 7:29, so she quickly hurried out of her suite and into the elevator again.

 

Lilah:

Stanley’s right eye twitched, the dress that a girl about his age wore to the ‘Party’ was annoying him greatly, the silver sequins bothering his eyes. He stared at the girl, with an annoyed face. Not recognizing the famous Celeste.

 

SA:

Celeste noticed someone about her age with dark hair staring at her. He seemed mildly annoyed, at her dress? Maybe he didn’t like her parents? Did she have something on her dress? Did she step on his foot?
” Can I help you?” She asked. She mainly asked this to acknowledge the fact that he was glaring at her, but also out of her curiosity; she’s not used to people looking at her like that.

Lilah:

“Not really,” Stan said, he turned away, and looked at the number of the floor, they were about to arrive, the elevator doors opened “Well you can get rid of the dress, but I hardly think you will do so.” He said walking out of the elevator.

 

Subtle:

Lance walked out of his room and looked around. No one, he thought. This place is big, how could no one be in the hallways– He stopped himself mid-sentence and realized: the party, that’s why. He then made his way to the elevator and made it to the floor the party was being held on and looked around again. I know nobody here… Maybe I should make some friends.

 

Ob:

Calista tucked her keycard on her purse when someone suddenly talked to her. She looked up and saw a dark haired guy with olive skin tone, perfectly dressed in a tailored suit. Calista arched an eyebrow and looked around but there was no one else behind her. She looked at him again, “Uh.. Me?”

Asha:

Earlier on the bus that day…

Rome was in the last row, and thus, was one of the last students to get out. Everyone shot her nervous looks. They had all heard the rumours about how she had a shot a boy for bumping into her in the hallways and then walking away without apologising.
Honestly. I may be the daughter of a mafia boss but I’m not crazy. I just punched him. Stupid pricks, spreading rumours.

Grabbing her bag and room key, without thanking the person who handed them to her (the guy wouldn’t look straight at her anyway), Rome made her way to her room after listening to the announcer dude say something about a party.

Looks like I’ll have to quit my badass style for some time. Ugh, parties suck.

7:00 pm, half an hour away from the party…

Rome stepped out of the shower with her raven black hair wet and sticking all around her neck. She had already chosen her dress and make up, and laid them out on her bed.

She would be wearing a strapless, icy blue dress that hugged her hourglass shape perfectly, with silver heels that had blue gems lined along the straps. Her make up included a natural looking layer of foundation, silver eye shadow, and natural looking lipstick. She had decided to leave her hair straight, like how she usually left it. Her only accessories were dangling earrings.
In exactly half an hour, she was ready.

Smirking as she grabbed a silver purse with all her necessary stuff in it, she got into a lift that had some other people in it. They visibly moved to a corner of the lift as she walked in, and gawked at her at the same time. “What are you looking at?” She asked them coldly, and they quickly looked.

In a minute, Rome had reached the level where the party was being held. She walked out the lift, and the other two students walked out after she had.

So this is our welcoming party. She thought, as she looked around.

 

SA:

” You think I have a choice to wear this crap?” She said under her breath frustrated before she realized the elevator doors are opening. She put a fake smile on her face and walked out of the elevator and into the party.

Razor:

“Yeah, you.” Jon said with a slight smirk. There was no one else in the corridor, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to talk to himself. Pulling out the party notice, which she may well recognize he flashed it at her, before folding it back up smartly to place back into his jacket pocket. “I think I saw you on the bus earlier.” The Italian looking lad was giving her cues in which to speak, but it may well have fell flat, as she wasn’t one for small talk by the looks of it. “So are you going to the party downstairs?” He asked, then finally remembering his manners. “I’m Giovanni…er.. Jon, by the way.” He didn’t give up his last name, since Jon didn’t think she’d want to go on his arm if she knew who he was the son of. Jon spoke with a slight accent, that could be considered endearing, if you liked that sort of thing.

There was a moment of awkward silence, as he could hear the ping of the elevator.

“If we hurry we could catch that one.”

 

Lilah:

 

“Maybe you have a choice, maybe you don’t, how the hell am I supposed to know?” Stan said, irritated. The girl was a bother, annoying and probably thought her life was hard to live, despite not being so. With that Stan went off to the party, making his way through the crowd, he leaned on a wall and just awkwardly stood there next to the snack table, not being known for being a social butterfly, most people ignored Stan, he after all was not his younger siblings, who were adored by the public. But of course some whispers about the guy were made, he was after all a famous actresses son.

 

Ob:

Calista gave him a smile. “Of course I know you.” she inserted an arm on the arm he offered. Her other free hand held the purse. “Shall we? Before we get late on that party.” Calista said. “Such a gentleman of you. I didn’t expect someone would see me and eventually escort me to that party.” She chuckled.

Calista may not talk a lot but she knows when to give away her charm. She knows a lot and everyone than she is expected to. She also knows how to play and let someone be in her hands. But that’s another story.

Asha:

 

At the party, Lucius saw this girl with Raven hair and a dangerous look on her. He had heard the rumours about her, shooting a boy in the hallways. Of course it wasn’t true: If something happened, Lucius was always there to take pictures. What was her name again? Some city. Paris? No, that couldn’t be. London? That would just be stupid. Rome! Her name was Rome! A not even decent opening line came into his head: just the way he liked it. He walked up to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder of her icy blue dress. “Ave, Romae estis? Tu estis pulcra et magna! Sum Lucius. You know what that means?”

 

Razsor:

There was something magical about the way a simple smile can light up a girl’s face. It was the best indicator that Jon hadn’t been too bold in his intentions to escort Calista to the party. The girl looked a knockout in the silver gown, and matched his attire to a T. The pair looked as though they planned this, though nothing could be further from the truth. From the way she spoke, she already knew who he was. Well, that was understandable. He was a Bianchi, and they had a certain profile – both physically and in the media. Taking her arm properly, he strolled with her to the lift – his chest out proud and his chin held high. You could say he met up to the name, and was certain to show Calista off when they arrived at the party.

“It’s fashionable to make an entrance….or in our case, be a little late.” Jon and Calista just made the lift and he spun her around when the doors closed – sealing them in. The dark haired Jon flicked his hair back a little, as part of it had fallen down before his eyes. It gave him a slightly roguish look. “A beautiful girl such as yourself deserves to be shown off…and I plan to do just that.” Giovanni’s cologne was quite strong in the confined space of the lift, and it may have made Calista a little light headed. Everything, about Jon…seemed to be rich and powerful. From the fleck of gold from his cuff links and watch, to the fifty watt smile, that he only showed to someone he either wanted to impress, or genuinely liked.

On the opening of the doors on the floor where the party was happening, the smile fell away and he looked dominant once again.

“Lets show these kids how it’s done.”

 

SA:

She glared back at the guy, he came off at so negative, but at the same time she didn’t mind that he didn’t know who she was. She was near some other famous girls; they were less well known than herself, nevertheless, they still complained about their first world problems and bragged about the all the awards the received from a few years back. She just agreed, smiled, and nodded; just like her parents wanted her to. This is how you make friends right? She thought anxiously.

 

Ob:

“Oh, that’s great then?” there was a faint question in her voice. But Calista, nevertheless, let the dark haired boy escort her to the party. It was already full of people, the speakers were producing mellow music… yet. She walked with confidence along with Jon, her heels making bold sounds on the orange-yellow floor as they entered the party. Her face showed a faint, intimidating smile, something that she rarely does. But she feels confident, especially with Mr. Bianchi here.

 

 

 

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The Whisper of Death.

The Whisper of Death


(Inspired by The Heirs and Who are you? School 2015)


Kryss University is a school for the rich. The heirs of famous, popular businesses, the children of the politicians, the children of popular, worldwide artists and the children of some mafias attends here. They are beautiful and handsome, and rich. You may think they are perfect and lives a very comfortable life, but you are wrong. Every student in this university have a deep secret that would destroy their reputation– their lives, once discovered. Everything have flaws; nothing, no one is indeed perfect, whether you are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly.

A new school year has started again. Each student is excited to start the new year, have fun and make new memories. Everything that happened last year was buried and forgotten or left as a memory that would stick to them. But not everyone have forgotten.

Collaboration Role playing series – New.

They may look innocent; they may live a comfortable life; they may be kind. But no one is perfect; no one could have a perfect life. These students are one example. Be careful who you are dealing with.

 

 

 

Ob:

The bus halted in front of a huge, tall building. “Okay guys,” their adviser said through a megaphone. Everyone silenced. “We have arrived on the hotel we are staying for 4 days. Each one of you will have your own room. As you get off, we’ll give you guys the hotel cards.” the students hollered, some of them pumping their fist on the air. Calista remained quiet on her seat and listened as the adviser talked again. “Now, the first row will get up and get off then the next and next.” the first row get up and get off. Calista sat on the 2nd row, so after the 1st row of students get off, she stood up and followed the girl in front of her. As she get off, a man gave her her galaxy colored suitcase and a hotel card. Written across from it in bold, medium sized letters was 423. Calista walked past them and pulled her shades down to her eyes. The 3pm sun blared below them, merciless.

Calista sighed in relief as she entered the hotel. The cold, comfortable air from the air conditioner welcomed her. The hotel’s lobby was amazing, of course, it’s a 5 star hotel. It was huge, like a grand ballroom. It has two, huge gold chandeliers, an indoor fountain in the center that produced the different colors of the rainbow, a couple of very artistic paintings hung on the wall and red couches with gold laces. There is also a mini fish pond on the corner of the room. The students who first got off crowded in the center of the hotel, apparently waiting for the next announcement. Calista joined them and stood meters away from them. She silently listened to them while her eyes rested on the hotel’s glass door that keeps producing another student. The students near her were talking about how they’ll spend their first night. She also wondered how she will spend her first night– it will probably depend on the activities.

 

Kay:

 

Fortune exited the bus, excited for her new adventure in life. Leaving behind her family in New York was a difficult decision to make, pushing for a more independent lifestyle than any woman in her family before her. A smile spread across her face as the group of students entered the hotel, receiving their key cards on the way. 426. She enclosed her hand around the piece of plastic and brought it up to her lips, kissing her hand and wishing for good luck – something her father had always done before a job.

The hotel was extremely extravagant, covered in gold and wonder. As Fortune passed a painting of the Virgin Mary, she stopped and made the sign of the cross over her torso. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked around the lobby and examined its beauty. She was used to the dingy shops and apartments of New York. Her father may have been a mafia boss, but he refused to leave the neighborhood for a better home. So they remained where they had since Fortune was a baby, and her father still worked at a pizza place.

 

Luc:

 

Lucius walked into the hotel with just two small suitcases. He had always traveled the world but hated carrying much, so he traveled light. All the students were looking at the fish, the furniture, the paintings on the wall or their phone. Lucius, however, was looking at the high ceiling. It had an almost perfect duplication of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel on it. He had seen and studied the real one, so he could see the mistakes, but it was amazingly well done. He opened his jacket and got out the phone his father had given to him: It was no good for more than calling and taking photos, but it was amazing at the latter. It was the best camera phone out there, and Lucius carried it everywhere. The Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, The Great Pyramids, it was all on his phone.

 

TML:

 

Alexis jumps out of the bus. She’s excited to see what’s in store for her. And she, like most of her peers, hoped that this trip will be an unforgettable experience.
Alexis walked inside the hotel, impressed by it’s architectural design. She carries her luggage with her. Alexis checked her hotel card over and over again, to memorize her room number. 421, it’s easy to memorize but she can’t help but to look at it over and over again.

 

SA:

 

Celeste sat on the bus, she slowly slid her finger across the window. Her ring finger was covered dust from the old window. The bus came to a halt, she exited the bus and put her hood on her sweatshirt down to get a better look at the tall building. To her horror, dozens of her classmates faces lit up and started going to her. Oh God….. Even at this school they know who I am. Her parents were extremely famous celebrities, she would attend red carpet events, has been interviewed by the news, even her birth was a huge anouncement to the media. Celeste absolutely hates getting so much attention, she’d rather study, play videogames, participate in sports, and be a normal teenager. She wished her parents could just let her go to a normal school, whatever.

 

Ob:

 

Once the students were in one place, their adviser stood in front of them with his megaphones. “Okay, 12th grade. Proceed to your rooms and come back here at..” He stopped and checked his wristwatch, “7:30 pm sharp. We’ll all be having our dinners together. Make sure to wear your grandest outfit for the night!” He announced. The crowd burst into giggles and chats, mostly coming from the girls. “Now, we’ll let 20 students first go inside the elevator then the next batch and the next.” The hotel staff guided the students near the elevator. It was huge and made of glass where you can see through it.

Calista pasted herself on the wall, her suit case standing in her sneakers’ edge. She let the other students pass by her. She doesn’t mind of being last, she’ll arrive there anyway. And, she’ll also have a time to appreciate the room. It was so beautiful she wondered why her father hadn’t made negotiations to buy this hotel. Or was it theirs? Her parents never really pushed her to be part of their business, especially that she’s not the heir. Though,Moshe sometimes spectate business meetings when she’s bored and attend formal dinners and parties.

 

SA:

 

She briskly walks past her classmates who recognized her and stepped into the grande hotel and stared in awe. She walked silently around the lobby to pass time until she would hear further announcement. The lobby was glorious, gorgeous ceiling paintings, fountains with detailed sculptures, and paintings thats eyes watch you no matter what angle she happened to be at. Her long sundress caught on a mounted doorstopper she begun to trip over her dress before she caught herself. A few heads turned around because she made this big tapping noise when she caught herself. Great, now people know where I am she thought.
“Your Celeste, right?” A stout girl said excitedly.
Celeste goes here?” Her taller friend exclaims.
A small crowd of students surround her, asking her many questions about her parents. Celeste’s face flushes red underneath her heavy makeup.
Students start to fill up the elevator, she joins in too. She spots a girl with blondish hair, maybe it’s Calista, Celeste has heard of before throuh the other students.
Maybe I should make friends with her, she seems nice, right? Ok, act normal and friendly. You got this….

 

TMI:

 

Alexis noticed how people went crazy over somebody. One of her schoolmate, Celeste or something else that start with C. A famour actress maybe, Alexis don’t really follow gossip and news about celebrity. She’s her father daughter, after all. All she read about is about politics and international news.
Rather than grouping around her, people… Make some distance with her. Well, indeed that occasionally men wearing black suit would follow her arouns but not this time (or at least as long as she know).

Alexis make into the elevator, eager to see the hotel hallway and room design.

 

SA:

 

Maybe another day? There is too many people here right now, if I talk to one person then they’ll all expect me to talk everyone. For now I’ll just answer any non-personal questions until I get to my room. Man, this has been the longest minute ever.
The elevator slowly rises up to the different floors, Celeste liked to see the numbers indicating the floor level change, there was something peaceful about that. While answering some questions and being introduced to some of the more popular students on the elevator her eyes darted around examining each of the students. She saw this girl give a curious look towards her for a second, the girl was with a few other classmates, she noticed that about 1/6 of the students in the elevator didn’t know who her parents were and boy, was she glad. She held on to the metallic hand rail, her hand felt the elevator halt and the doors slowly opened to reveal a hallway.

 

Ob:

 

Calista noticed Celeste looking at her, everyone knows her. However, Calista pretended she didn’t see her. When the time came for the last batch to go inside the elevator, Calista moved and joined the other students. She was the last one to enter the elevator, thus, she stood near the glass door. The elevator ascended; Calista waited patiently. Each time the elevator passes a floor, the lobby always have different design. It was elegant, unique and gorgeous; it was full of chandeliers, gold, silver, white, red and black. The elevator pinged and halted in the 7th floor. The glass door spread open and Calista stepped out. She looked in awe as she stood on the floor’s lobby. The center had some Greek goddess statue fountain, around it are beds of daises and roses.

Calista headed straight and started to search for her room, 423. The first two doors that stood across from each other were 400 and 401– she have a long way to go. As she started to walk on the marbled floor, the hallway was full with laughter and it made her assured and comfortable. She turned right, then turned left and finally found her door. She scanned the hotel key on the sensor on the door knob. The light became green and produced a ping sound, Calista twisted the knob and opened her room’s door. She stick out a hand and searched the wall for the switch. But she immediately drew back her hand as she felt something cold touch or rather, graze, the back of her palm. She knew it was not an object, she was certain, since it was soft yet cold, very cold that it sent chills on her spine. Nervously, she stick her hand again and tapped the wall for the switch, after a second, she found it and the room’s lights turned on.

 

 

Fort:

 

Fortune learned that her victim’s name was Lucius. She apologized again and again, but he kept reassuring her that it was okay. They talked about the amazing art on the ceiling, and he asked her if she had ever been to the Sistine Chapel. Fortune blushed and looked at her feet.

“To be honest, I’ve never been outside of Brooklyn until I got accepted into this school.”

After their conversation, Fortune made her way to her room. Upon opening the door, she was in awe. The whole room was the size of her apartment back in Brooklyn. After the door shut behind her, she let out an excited screech. Running towards the bed, she jumped on it and landed on her back. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the comforter and breathed in the clean scent. She was really gonna love this.

 

SA:

 

She dragged her suitcases through the hallway. ” Need any help?” Asked the same stout girl she talked to in the lobby. ” No thanks, I’m fine.” Celeste responded, walking to her presidential suite. She unlocked the door using a room card, a small green light lit up and she heard the door’s locks making a clicking noise. Her suite was fairly large; it had a small kitchenette, living room, wide balcony, a master bedroom, a HUGE bathroom, and walk in closet. This must be the presidential suite. Celeste rolled her eyes, she honestly rather have a smaller room since it makes no sense for one person to require so much space and luxury. She has tried to tell her parents that she feels wierd about getting so much stuff and special rooms, her parents would always say in excuse that the extra space was for her “friends”. Celeste actually doesn’t have any friends, although sometimes she has to interact with other children of celebrities and politicians to get good press.

 

Ob:

 

(Time skip to 7pm, 30 minutes before the party)

Calista stood in front of the bathroom’s wide mirror, she wore her bathrobe and her blonde hair was wrapped in a towel. A small case of make-up was wide open in the counter and a bunch of rollers sat beside it. She started applying make-up: foundation, black-eyeliner, mascara, light red eyeshadow, a small blush-on and a scarlet red lipstick. She also put on a dark forest green contacts. After she was done with her make-up, she unwrapped her hair. Using the blower, she let it dry first and then wore the rollers.

While waiting for the rollers to do its work, she stepped out of the bathroom. She picked up her outfit from the bed which was full of other clothes. The dress she picked was black, fitting, short and sexy. It has a turtleneck that is see-through until her collarbone, the sleeves were until her wrist and they are also see-through. The chest part of the dress until its end is the only part that is not see-through. Calista stepped out of her bathrobe and wore the dress. It hugged her slender body and emphasized her S line shape. The dress ended meters above her knees. She then paired it with a black boot heels that ended on her ankles, It has a ribbon on the side where small diamonds traced its outline. Its heels were long, thin and sharp. Calista then proceeded to the accessories. She wore a pair of ruby dangling earrings, and a diamond ring which she inserted in her middle finger. The stone of the ring was small and is in a heart shape.

After a couple of minutes, Calista went back to the bathroom and removed the rollers, her blonde hair was wavy and soft. She let the other side of her blonde hair fall into her shoulder while she left the other side resting on her back. She stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse in the bed. It was plain silver and is made of silk. She stuffed in her phone, her wallet, a handkerchief, her foundation, lipstick, a small perfume and her breath spray– a lady always bring breath sprays.

Calista closed her purse and looked up at the clock, 7:27 pm. Calista went to the door and removed the room keycard to its home, making every light in the room turn off. She stepped out of the room, locked the door and put her keycard on her purse.

 

Razor:

 

Earlier on the bus….

Jon had been the last to make his way down the bus from the back. This common mode of transportation was something of a disgraceful way to have to pull up at the hotel where the students would be spending the next four days. With his eyes shaded behind dark ray ban glasses, Jon sneered at the bus driver, who had been waiting patiently for the straggler to leave. Approaching the driver, Jon noted something familiar about him. He was an older male, about sixties and with a large bald patch that was covered by the world’s worst comb over. The driver reminded him of one of his father’s chauffeurs over the years. Badly dressed and portly, reeking of cigarette smoke. Clearly, the driver was dying to have a break so that he could enjoy a few with some whiskey. Jon reached into his jacket pocket and tossed the driver a fifty dollar bill, patting the man on the shoulder in a condescending way. “Thanks for keeping it running…” Not bothering to wait for a reply, Jon jumped down the last step onto the pavement, and headed inside the hotel, where a porter was waiting. Giovanni’s father had taken the liberty of arranging for his son’s luggage to arrive ahead of the group, and of course it meant that Jon didn’t have to lift a finger. The porter snapped his heels together on seeing the young well dressed man enter. This had to be Master Bianchi. He handed Jon his room key and then gestured to where the lifts were. Already he was well behind the others, but thankfully the porter knew the room that Giovanni was staying in, as well as the night’s activities. The porter handed Jon a slip of paper. Taking it, Jon took off his sunglasses and carefully folded them, placing them in his pocket as he waited for the lift. Reading it, Jon’s right eyebrow raised slightly.

“Party at 7.30pm? Really? So on top of having to ride in the bus with these clowns, I now have to socialize with them as well?” Jon didn’t even look at the porter, to seek his answer. The doors to the lift opened, and he strode in. Huffing as he did so. In truth, he would be much happier to spend the night watching the sports channel, than having to dress up in a tux and put on airs and graces that he clearly didn’t have. The lift went up to the fourth floor, where it opened out and the porter pointed to the right. “Room 419, Sir.” Jon swaggered down the hall, finally coming to a stop outside his appointed room. Swiping the card, the green light indicator came on, and Jon pushed the door open, with the porter following in with his luggage. The room was quite spacious and well appointed. All the mod cons that you would appreciate in such an establishment. While Jon went to go look out the balcony window, the porter stacked Jon’s bags, before coughing to signal that he wished to be tipped. Well, he had done his job and deserved something. Taking out a rolled up wad of notes, he then placed a ten dollar note in the porter’s outstretched hand, which he took gracefully. “If you need anything else, Sir?” He paused, half expecting something, but Jon simply waved him away dismissively. If he wanted anything, it would be the TV guide and the room service menu. Once the porter left the room, Jon checked his watch for the time. Enough for a nap, and then shower and change. Jon flopped backwards, landing on the bed – staring at the ceiling.

Time skip – 6.59pm

Giovanni emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his hair still wet from the hot shower. His Italian designer suit was hanging on the door, and he had a pair of shoes that had been polished and ready, along with his smalls and crisp white shirt. One thing about Jon was that when he went out, he always looked good. Even if he really would rather laze about the hotel, or sneak down to the bar. Amazing what he could get away with with his father’s connections. Dressing himself reasonably quickly, he was soon fixing his tie, when he flashed a glance at the time. Fixing on his jacket, he slid on his Rolex watch, and then placed his wallet on the inside pocket of his jacket. The key card was on the edge of his night stand, and that was the last thing he had to bring. One last look in the mirror, and he gave a light shrug of the shoulders. It was now 7.28pm. Great…he was going to be fashionably late. Stepping out the door of his suite, he emerged in the corridor close to the same time as a blonde haired girl that was done up to the nines. Pocketing the key card to the room, he showed her a half smile.

“You with the school?” He may well have not recognized her from those on the bus, but if she was a student, she sure scrubbed up well. “Need an escort?” Jon offered his arm anyways.