“One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.” ― Henry David Thoreau
Reyna wrote:Mood: It's summer! I feel awesome!
Maestro: We Are Young by Fun.
Clothes: A blue and white striped tee over a frilled white tank and cut white jean shorts. White sandals.
Note: Ready to RP
Reyna stepped out of the elevator, and walked down the hall to her room. It was a pretty long way since her room was 203 and the elevator stopped in the middle numbers. But when she got to her room, she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Immediately, she ditched the suitcase, grabbing her bag and sunglasses. No way was she going to sit around unpacking, she had places to go. She texted her friend before shutting off her phone. Tired of texting, she slid it into her pocket, and put her sunglasses on. Without a final glance, she took the long route back to the elevator, and headed down.
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James
Nathan wrote:Mood: Looking for fun.
Maestro: All Summer Long by Kid Rock
Activity: Heading for the beach
Note: Ready to RP
Nathan leaned back on the rails of the elevator, silently sighing. But he couldn't shake the grin from his face, glad that he was finally here. It had taken forever, but here he was at Myrtle Beach. Well, in an elevator going down to the beach. After a while, too many people started crowding the tiny space.
"I'll go," he volunteered, stepping out of the elevator as a couple walked in. Heading for the stairs, he started going down, down, down. He had forgotten to check what floor he was on, but he didn't care. Anything to get there.