Lyssa May Hartley||17||Little Miss Foodie||Mood;;Excited||Location;;Room 998
It had been an early start for Lyss, flying to Orlando, had been draining and now all she wanted to do was sleep. Taking her key from the front desk with a quaint, 'thanks', the girl hurried to the elevator and took note of her room number. "998," She murmured to herself, looking at the range of buttons and spotting the number nine, "figures that it'd be the ninth floor, right??" Selecting it and grinning as it glowed orange, the prospect of getting into her room pleased her so much, that she began to feel overwhelmed with excitedness, not sleepiness. Squealing as she felt the elevator draw to a complete halt, the doors creaked open and the search for the blonde's hotel room began. Finally finding it, she opened the door, dumped her case and immediately ran to the bed, jumping on it with a sigh.