SoundLover
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- Apr 19, 2004
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OOC Wanted to try starting up an SRP of my own after reading some of the threads started. The idea is about two (or more) people stuck in a hotel in Midtown Manhattan.
Brian - 27yo African American, 6 foot even, 180lbs, muscular but doesnt advertise it too much, dark brown skin, brown eyes. Hair recently cut very short. Dressed in a fairly simple suite, Black slacks and jacket, blue button down shirt, dark blue tie. In New York for a job interview at one of the city universities. FYI The Penn Hotel is located around 34th and 6th ave about 8 blocks from times square.
IC
As if things couldn't get bad enough.
Brian walked in to the hotel bar dragging his travel bag. His three hour train ride turned in to an eight hour ordeal when the heavy snow started comming down. He finnally arrived at the Penn Hotel, wet from the mad dash across the slush and snow covered street, only to find that because of a mix up his room wouldnt be ready for another "hour or three".
He sat back at the bar, took off his jacket and looked around, there were a suprising number of people in the place. "Probably other people waiting for a room" he whispered to himself, "ah well."
About the only thing that has worked in to his favor this whole trip was that his interview for a teaching position, that was supposed to have started two hours ago, was pushed back to tomorrow.
He rubbed his eyes and looked for the bartender.
"corona please."
Brian - 27yo African American, 6 foot even, 180lbs, muscular but doesnt advertise it too much, dark brown skin, brown eyes. Hair recently cut very short. Dressed in a fairly simple suite, Black slacks and jacket, blue button down shirt, dark blue tie. In New York for a job interview at one of the city universities. FYI The Penn Hotel is located around 34th and 6th ave about 8 blocks from times square.
IC
As if things couldn't get bad enough.
Brian walked in to the hotel bar dragging his travel bag. His three hour train ride turned in to an eight hour ordeal when the heavy snow started comming down. He finnally arrived at the Penn Hotel, wet from the mad dash across the slush and snow covered street, only to find that because of a mix up his room wouldnt be ready for another "hour or three".
He sat back at the bar, took off his jacket and looked around, there were a suprising number of people in the place. "Probably other people waiting for a room" he whispered to himself, "ah well."
About the only thing that has worked in to his favor this whole trip was that his interview for a teaching position, that was supposed to have started two hours ago, was pushed back to tomorrow.
He rubbed his eyes and looked for the bartender.
"corona please."
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