Chelsea
There were two things about the tall half greyed brunette that had intrigued Chelsea. The first was way she had faced Mitchell's challenge, completely unphased by the fist balling up the front of her shirt or his breath on her. How her eyes had turned a harsh burning gold when he shouted at her. Second, the way the older girl seemed to favor her left side while pushing herself up off the floor. Chelsea had stepped in to help her to her feet, catching a glimpse of the slight twist forward of her left shoulder. The shift had been immediate. The top half of her irises held some of the golden color, but the lower half changed to a pale aqua.
It felt like looking at a character from a supernatural story come to life. If that hadn't been enough, a sense of calm had seeped through from the feather light touch of her delicate scarred hand. Confused by why Lillian had stopped her from tearing into that jerk's uncle, she faced the older girl. Again her eyes had turned gold, this time gentle and warm with gratitude. What was she? A beast or a saint? One thing was for sure, Lillian was a mystery she couldn't wait to figure out.
After walking with her and watching her turn Mitchell's sacked breakfast into a door hanger, they made their way to room 211. Chelsea eyes darted toward room number 208. It was the room she had assigned to her upon checking in yesterday.
A particularly loud roar bled from room 211, only slightly muffled by the door where Mitchell had gone back to his game. It was more than enough to make Chelsea feel like she had just jumped out of her skin. Lillian whispered so softly it was barely audible, almost soundless. "It might be safer for you to go to your room first."
Chelsea's brown eyes widened in horror. "What about you?" She whisper screamed back. Lillian simply held one slender finger to her own pink lips, stopping them both at door 208.
"I'll be fine." The little half smile the older girl gave revealed a small divot in her lower lip, possibly a dull fang pressing slightly with the action. Somehow the confidence in her odd two-toned hazel eyes convinced her to trust that Lillian knew what she was doing.
Chelsea dug the key from her pocket, unlocked the door and slipped in. All the while, Lillian pulled out her own key and waited patiently for her to settle in. Only after Chelsea had shut the door enough for it to click without fully closing did Lillian move forward, each step barely making a whisper of a tap. Chelsea cracked the door back open just even to watch, as the bag with her breakfast was transferred to the hand with the key. Mitchell's breakfast was hung on his door knob, followed by quick rap of her knuckles. With swift, silent steps and quick transition of her food, Lillian had unlocked her door and disappeared before Mitchell had the chance to open his. To Chelsea's delight, she was the only person to witness the display.
Lillian
The moment she closed her door and locked it, she spun around to brace her back against the door. Overstimulated and weak with hunger, she clutched the paper sack with the breakfast burrito close to her chest, willing her heart rate to slow down. Trembling all over, she used the last of her strength to slow her descent to the floor.
Gradually, her nerves calmed to a manageable level, allowing her to open her paper bag to retrieve the bundle wrapped in aluminum foil from the bag. Carefully peeling away the shiny metallic foil, the steam from the parcel wafted to her nose with the fresh scent of eggs, fried potatoes, bacon and sausage tightly tucking in the soft tortilla. Her stomach rumbled expectantly. She took a bite, melting when the soft fluffy egg, crispy bacon, salty fried potatoes and seasoned sausage touched her tongue in a harmonious blend of flavors. With each bite, she regained her strength. By the time she finished, she was ready to seriously work on the quest she was given the night before.
Lillian got to her back to her feet, took a few steps, began to gear up. Her visor was half way to her face when there was a knock on the door. "Ms. Frost? I'm a staff member from the development team. May I come in?"
Lillian placed the visor back on her small wooden desk, unlocked the door and cracked it open a sliver, just even to peek out. The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties. His chestnut hair was disheveled like he had been running his fingers through it repeatedly. Pure grass green eyes framed by dark circles telling of a sleepless night met hers, lowering her guard just a fraction. He raised his work ID badge just enough so that she could confirm that what he said was true. Her body relaxed and she let him into the room.