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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 18, 2007 23:34:13 GMT -5
Kelly stood outside of Hilton Hotel somewhere in this overly populated city of Chicago. Her read flowing hair dancing gracefully off her shoulder blades. Her voluptuous lips curved into an ever so sly smile. Almost evil...but not quite. A lone duffel back lay draped across her right shoulder. Her actual luggage was still somewhere in St. Louis. No clue when she'd be getting that. But she still had some clothes and the engorged amount of money that Archer had given her. Strange man. That was for sure, but he was helpful none the less. Letting that ever so sly smile fall from her face Kelly made her way through the doors. the main lobby was gigantic. Her mouth almost fell open. Her eyes grew wide. This was a sight. A sigh of? happiness? escaped her mouth. Home? This was going to be home. Something seemed odd...she hadn't called a place home since...well since she was home back in Indiana. Her new found smile that was slowly spreading across her face was interrupted by the words of one.... |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 18, 2007 23:49:39 GMT -5
This guy's everywhere in Chicago... Swear to god. How he has money to get into a hotel bar is beyond the basic laws of comprehension... None the less, he made his way briskly to the pretty little red head, the one thing that could pull himself away from the bar. A small check list is running through his mind at this moment, especially after running into that masked luchadore at the bar. Step 1? Make damn sure he was wearing cologne before going to another bar, instead of heading there right out of jail from his overnighter for the bar fight  . Step 2? B-E-H-A-V-E...
"Sorry... Don't normally do this... but you're absolutely gorgeous and I had to come over here and introduce myself... My name's Fernando Castro..."
Nice start, nice start... *flashes his pearly whites in a respectful smile...*
"You need some help with your bags?" |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 18, 2007 23:57:37 GMT -5
Kelly razed an eyebrow. Not more then five minutes in the hotel and she was already being hit on...Castro....like Fidel? Her sly smile forcefully returned to her face. At least...he seemed harmless...but how many guys try the smooth approach. She knew the routine all to well. Next it was how are you doing? Whats your name? Want a drink? Lets dance? oh you are super drunk? Let me take you home. Then they try to get laid. Ever guy. It was like coded into their genes. Typical.
Umm, I have just this one bag, and I haven't checked in yet...Sorry.
She gave him a sort of, your outta luck look, before moving past him and to wards the check in counter.
Room for Kelly Monarch please. |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 19, 2007 0:02:32 GMT -5
D'Oh! Time to... wait a sec... Ain't fuggin' givin' up yet... He heads on over to the counter, leaning on it next to her, still with the smile.
"Whoa, whoa... Just 'cuz you've only got one bag don't mean I can't give ya a hand with it. I mean, c'mon... I've worked in a few hotels myself in my day... I know your type. Come in tired as hell from where-ever you came from, and the first thing you wanna do is drop everything and relax. I'm just offerin' you that chance before you go into your room and probably out of my knowing you forever, y'know, instead of standing here, leaning on the counter like you're about to start doing, shifting your bag from shoulder to shoulder because you're so sick of travelling and just want this last soon to be feelin' like forever 20 minutes to be done like, two hours ago, and I know I'm right. Like I said, I'll offer to take that offa your hands, since you know the gorillas that work security will be beatin' my ass should I try to pull anything anyways because, 1.) they get to beat up a Mexican, and 2.) They'd be doin' it to try and impress you anyways, so y'know yer gonna be safe either way..." |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 19, 2007 0:16:49 GMT -5
Um...
Kelly was in shock. She wasn't exactly expecting this from him...he was...different? Well so far at least. She took her room key from the clerk and put her duffel bag down. He wasn't going to run off with it was he? Either way...she was pretty sure she could catch him...
Thanks...Its kinda heavy, its got a lot of my stuff in it...
She was still a bet skeptical but then again who wouldn't be? Some Mexican was offering to carry her bags after he told her he thought she was good looking. Maybe this was just his plan to get to her room sooner? Did he think his natural charm would be enough to get into her bed? |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 19, 2007 0:20:31 GMT -5
"Not a problem at all... Miss... Monarch I heard you say, right?"
Reaching down, he scoops the bag with a slight grunt. Yeah, it was heavy... but, meh. He can handle it no problem. He adjusts it on his shoulder, before looking down at her room key.
"Almost done with yer long trip now finally, huh?" |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 19, 2007 0:28:25 GMT -5
Yeah...you sure you don't work here? You seem to know this place pretty well...
So did she have to tip him once this small trip was over? Well do you tip Mexicans? I mean she hadn't really seen that many of them. She was from Indiana after all. Since it seemed Fernando knew the way she began to follow him to the elevator.
And yes...Kelly Monarch, thats my name.
A little nervous? Little would be an understatement. Her insides were in panic mode, was this guy going to try and rape her? Like seriously... |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 19, 2007 0:31:16 GMT -5
"Ya seen one Hilton Hotel, ya seen 'em all. I've had my fair share of these shit jobs. But, hell I'mma try to get back into wrestling again. Was in a fed a few months back but it went belly up. Same broads givin' it another crack at runnin'..."
He smiles, before nodding over at her.
"What floor did he say your room was on?"
His thumb rested on the bottom of the panel, ready to push whatever button she said while adjusting her bag. |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 19, 2007 0:38:14 GMT -5
15th, you here to wrestle? So am I, though I wasn't exactly invited...I'm hoping I can win them over in an interview...but yeah, I was in a training fed in Ohio for a while, but I just wasn't feeling it, well I never got started to be honest, I just messed around in this fight club they had going. But thats pretty rad you are here to wrestle too.
Kelly smiled. Well at least they had something in common, besides them both want her out of her current clothes. And no she didn't want out of them for the same reasons he did. She needed a shower and some Pj's these tight jeans and long sleeved shirt, had to go. Though the shirt was cute it cut just low enough and had sequins on it. Such a horrible shirt to wear around those poor souls who suffer from ADD. |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 19, 2007 1:12:17 GMT -5
*Keeps............ eye........... contact............*
"Yeah, me and the ex ol' lady... Was a tag champ too. Stuff's fun. Wouldn't give it up, but hell, it's kinda in my blood. I guess. Don't think any of my family was in it, but got to be a natural. You fully trained yet? Or you still learnin'?" |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 19, 2007 1:45:08 GMT -5
I'm about as trained as you can get, just haven't wrestled professionally yet. I went up against some top talent in that fight club in Ohio, I didn't do to bad. But there is always room for improvement.
Now she was rambling. She had to stop, she needed rest. But she also needed food. Well with this money Archer had given her, she should be able to order up some nice room service. Or...hmm a thought just occurred to her. How good was the Fernando at his previous jobs. Finally the elevator arrived at her floor. Room number 1536. The Luxury suite. I mean if she is going to have all this free money, she might as well spoil herself right? Not very often if ever she gets to stay in the nicest room in the place.
Well this is it, Thanks for the help Fernando. |
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 19, 2007 1:50:11 GMT -5
"Hey, no problem, ma'am."
Smiling, he hands her bag over.
"But, hey, once you get all settled in and all, if ya ain't too tired and are pretty hungry... why don'tcha come on down to the bar? I'll be in there... and probably sober after my last few bar visits. 'Specially since I ditched the boys. Come find me, and I'll take ya up to the restaraunt. It's actually pretty good. Ate there once. Since I've been in Chicago for a li'l bit, it'd just be a welcomin' present from someone with like, two weeks longer tenure in the windy city.  " |
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Nov 21, 2007 0:57:08 GMT -5
Will do.
Kelly smiled to Fernando, and stepped into her room with her bag. Leaving him locked outside. Where at this point in time he belonged. He wasn't like most other men, but his intentions still seemed a little cloudy to her. But she needed to relax, a few drinks would do her good. dropping her bag on the bed she sighed. She didn't exactly need anything. Its not like she had to get all cute for the man, he already thought she was pretty. Taking quick steps back to the doors she peaked her head outside, red hair dancing all about in a mess. Her pure green eyes dazzled in Fernando's direction.
Hey umm I'm ready to go, I can unpack later.
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Post by Fernando Castro on Nov 21, 2007 1:01:05 GMT -5
Already on his way back to the elevator, his eyes light up. Stopping on a dime, he turns back to her.
"Hey, that's great! Hell, keepin' me outta the bar sounds like a good thing after the past few days anyways... I saw the restaraunt on the first lower level, so c'mon, let's head down. Place looks great."
He grins back to her, putting his hands in his pockets, while awaiting her approach. |
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. Step 2? B-E-H-A-V-E...
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