Lost in NewYork

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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."
 
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ooc: any takers?

Brian stood as the bartender slid the bottle his way. His muscles a little sore from the train ride. He knew the hotel had a gym, maybe he would check it out later. he sling his jacket over his shoulder and walked towards one of the windows. He stared out at the huge flakes of snow falling down refocusing every now and then to watch the reflections of the other bar patrons in the glass.

SL
 
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(sounds like a good start -- don't know why no one's jumped on it. Maybe an OOC on what you are looking for in a partner or partners?)
 
OOC: thanks for the bump Phoenix. I would like a woman to partner up with me on this, maybe as a fellow traveler, or hotel rep. some one who might be stuck in the lounge while waiting out an unexpected snow storm.

SL
 
Christine

OOC
Christine - 24 year old Caucasian woman, 5' 5" tall, and 115lbs. Has long brown hair just past her shoulder blades, brown eyes, 32C breasts. Wearing a blue sweater and a short black skirt with black stockings and 2" heel black shoes.

IC
Christine had been vesting New York for a few days now on a holiday, she loved the theatre here and up until this point had been enjoying her holiday very much. Now however things where not going well at all, her flight back home had been cancelled because of the snow storm, she was not looking forward to making the phone call to her boss as she knew he wouldn't be happy. She re-entered the hotel she had been staying at in the hopes of getting her room for another night and waited at the front desk with several other people.
"I'm sorry Miss but we don't have anymore rooms available." she had been told and left the desk in frustration, not having a clue what she was going to do now. The hotel staff had her cell phone number in case a reservation was cancelled but she wasn't holding her breath. She headed to the bar and found a seat in the crowded room next to a man who she thought looked fairly attractive, from the back anyway, looking almost as frustrated as she was. She sat down next to him and threw her coat over the back of her chair, sighed and waved to get the bartenders attention.
"Scotch on the rocks please" she ordered, feeling like she needed a drink after all this.
 
ooc:welcome Elvalia, glad you could make it. I have to run for a little bit, will post more later today.

Brian sighed as he turned around from the window. His arm bumping the woman next to him. The contact startling him snapping him out of his bleek meditation. She must have sat down while he was watching the snow. The woman looked about as stressed as he was. The last thing he needed was to become the target of another pissed travler's frustration. He looked at her and for a split second thought Cute, even when she's angry. A disarming smile grew on his face.

"sorry about that, I was just admiring the view. "

SL
 
Just admiring the view? The woman is going to think your scheming to get in to her pants.

Brian jestured to the window. The snow comming down in the twilight in huge flakes. Every now and then a gust of wind would send a band of white across the sidewalk.
"I haven't seen a snowstorm like this in ages. I hope my room will have a decent view."

SL
 
Christine blushed a little before the man pointed towards the window and she smiled, she had always been told she had a very pretty smile.
"I'll just be happy if I get a room at this point" she said almost instantly afterwards mentally slapping herself, she never could figure out what to say to attractive guys. She offered him her hand in an effort to start over.
"Hi I'm Christine by the way"
 
"Hello Christine," Brian said taking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Brian."

Her hand felt warm to his touch. The pads of his long fingers lingered over her skin as he took in her smile. Something about the way her lips curved seemed to wipe away some of the hours of irritation that had built up in side him. He started to feel for the woman. if he had come in a few minutes later he would be in the same perdicament as she.

"I wish the, circumstances could be better. Any idea how long you will have to wait for your room?"

SL
 
"Hi Brian, its nice to meet you too" she replied, she smiled a little wider as she noticed he was holding her hand a little longer then she was expecting.

"I wish the, circumstances could be better. Any idea how long you will have to wait for your room?"

Her smile faded a little bit "No, I don't even know if I'm going to get a room. I was supposed to be leaving today but the weather had other ideas." she shook her head trying to straighten her thoughts again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be complaining to you."
 
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be complaining to you."

"no no, don't be sorry. I brought it up. The weather foiled my plans too. But at least it's let me meet some interesting people."

He grinned hoping to lift her spirits a bit. The bar began to get noticeably louder over the course of their breif conversation. He leaned closer to her so his voice wouldn't get lost in the crowd. and told her about some of the odd things that came up during his train ride to New York; The old man who was constantly sctatching his throat, the little kid who kept on running down the isle backwards singing some cartoon theme song, the hotel desk nazi. He could smell her perfume slightly as he talked.

"out of all of those encounters you are the most pleasent of them all."
 
She smiled again at him, finding that talking to him made the wait a lot more bearable. She listened intently as he told the story of his trip, leaning a little towards him herself so that she could hear him over the dull roar of the bar, giggling as he told her about the child.

"out of all of those encounters you are the most pleasent of them all."

She blushed and smiled a shy smile, running her finger along the rim of her currently forgotten drink. He seems nice she thought to herself

"Well I guess the circumstances aren't all bad if I get to meet someone as nice and charming as you are" she replied in a
 
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