As soon as the colored- shrited one unlocks the door, the weary traveller runs in and slams the door.
"Alrighty, if you're good, your key'll be at the front desk"
Emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, Murray's introduction to his new room was not what he'd expected. However, having shared quite an intimate time with the once-vacuous sink basin he was quite pleased that, though small, the facilities weren't terrible. In fact, he remembered with a grimace, the water pressure was quite powerful.
My word it was good to get away from that gaggle of a group. Some people are far too full of energy.He rubbed his temples, now much lighter and far less confused.
Looking around, he saw the basic necessities he expected. In fact, he found it quite grand in its simplicity. Though not elaborate, and seemingly looking out over a...moderately derelict area of the city... the windows let in a grand amount of light. Simple.
A little more furniture would be good, and I may be able to ask for some financial aid from William, if I am lucky. I do need a job though. I should start looking today, but I am quite tired. Perhaps I should collect my key before...Mid-thought, his stomach rumbled angrily.
Food would probably be wise... but maybe I should give it a while. I hope some of the crowd has dispersed by now...On the cusp of his last thought, Murray left the noble accommodation of 711 and took the elevator to return to the lobby.
However, amidst the sound of elevator jingles, he felt his heart speed up a little at every floor. His head got heavy again, he started to get extremely anxious, and he felt his nails digging into his hands in an oft practiced attempt at keeping calm. With each floor he felt a little worse for wear.
Floor 3: He sweats profusely.
Floor 2: He bites his lip with effort.
Floor 1: He paces the elevator whilst scowling.
Ground Floor:
As the door opens with a 'ding', Murray stands, barely composed and highly disheveled, taking in the full sight of the 'feral, intense, terrifying' once-purple-man along with an equally snarling man-bat.
"...Key?"
The word is virtually inaudible, escaping his mouth in a whimper.