“God damn it!” Steve had never seen or even heard about anybody wiping a run so hard. He certainly didn’t want to be a part of the first recorded instance, either, and logged out at the speed of light. Half of him wanted to start pulling cables out of the computer, too. But, it’s just a game, after all. He leaned back in his chair, then realized he had nothing else to do today. Well, he pulled out his phone, maybe he could call someone to hang out. His contacts contained his boss, his healer and his tank. Well, maybe he could actually meet someone else who lives here. He slipped into the hallway, shut the door behind him, and ventured his way toward the lobby.
After a few hours wasted away watching television and stealing towels and shampoo from the hotel, you arise from your bed. You know you’ll be here for a while, whether you like it or not. You smile to yourself and pull on some clothes, which consists of that old sweater you’ve had since high school, black pants (you’ve had those forever) and olive flats. You shove your hotel key into your back pocket and exit the your room.
You look ahead at the halls and other inhabitants of this place. You’re not nervous, but you’re not used to being around others. Shrugging, you skip down to the elevator and make your way towards the lobby. On your way there, you bump someone with your shoulder. You quickly turn to see who it is and apologize. “I’m so, so, sooo sorry! I didn’t mean to, really! Er…” You really hope they’re not angry or too hurt. Or both. Both would be better, even if it was your elbow.
