Post by Jenna Jones on Jan 17, 2017 8:26:25 GMT -5
Jenna had left San Simeon and the group without saying a single goodbye. The young red haired woman couldn't stand being there anymore. Everywhere she stepped, or everyone she looked at she saw Dana and remembered her in some way, shape or form. So she had to get out of there and start a new, or die trying at least. Driving for a couple of hours, she has found herself in L.A. Pulling into a parking lot of a motel, she killed the engine and took her keys. Sliding them inside the pocket of her pants, she grabbed her gear and stepped out of the car. Looking around, the sun was slowly making it's descent to the west. The view she had was beautiful. Walking to the building, she stepped inside of the Check in office. Paper work was scattered across the counter with a broken computer. Hopping over it, she looked for Keys for any room she could find. Reaching into the slot, her fingers felt the cold feeling of a key. Grabbing it and pulling it out, the tab on it read '7'. Moving the paper work, she was looking for a layout of the building and laminated to the counter top was a map of the building. Room Seven was on the ground floor at the very end of the row out front.
With Key in hand, she walked out of the office and back outside. Walking on the small path, she found herself looking at the door that had the wore down number seven on the wooden door. Sliding the key into the door, she turned it and felt the lock turn with the knob. Opening it, the light of the sun lit most of the room up. Inside was a decent size closet, a queen size bed with sheets and blankets on it already. A small bureau with a flat screen on top of it. Shaking her head, she placed her stuff onto the bed and went right for the TV. Unplugging it, she picked it up and tossed it outside where it shattered and broke upon contact with the asphalt. Heading back to her car, Jenna grabbed her guitars and saw the radio that Tegan gave her a long while back. Sighing to herself, she grabbed it and looked at it for a moment before Chucking it into the window of the building across the street. Shaking her head as she walked back to the room, she placed the guitars in a corner. Looking around the room, she felt like this might be the place she will be living at for as long as she lived. As teachers said a long time ago. "Just gotta take A step at a Time" Sitting on the bed, it felt amazing as she slowly laid down on it. The sensation was overwhelming to her as she shot back up to her feet and went to the door. Closing it, she locked the knob and the two dead bolts that were on the door.
It was now dark inside the room. With her hand on the door, she slowly slid herself across to where the window was and pulled open the curtains to give off light inside. Sitting on the bed again, she pulled the bag off the bed and set it on the floor. Her right hand fell on the Enfield Assault Rifle. Pulling it up onto her lap, she slowly kicked off her boots and laid onto the bed. Tiredness filled her and her eyes slowly closed and soon, she was asleep.
With Key in hand, she walked out of the office and back outside. Walking on the small path, she found herself looking at the door that had the wore down number seven on the wooden door. Sliding the key into the door, she turned it and felt the lock turn with the knob. Opening it, the light of the sun lit most of the room up. Inside was a decent size closet, a queen size bed with sheets and blankets on it already. A small bureau with a flat screen on top of it. Shaking her head, she placed her stuff onto the bed and went right for the TV. Unplugging it, she picked it up and tossed it outside where it shattered and broke upon contact with the asphalt. Heading back to her car, Jenna grabbed her guitars and saw the radio that Tegan gave her a long while back. Sighing to herself, she grabbed it and looked at it for a moment before Chucking it into the window of the building across the street. Shaking her head as she walked back to the room, she placed the guitars in a corner. Looking around the room, she felt like this might be the place she will be living at for as long as she lived. As teachers said a long time ago. "Just gotta take A step at a Time" Sitting on the bed, it felt amazing as she slowly laid down on it. The sensation was overwhelming to her as she shot back up to her feet and went to the door. Closing it, she locked the knob and the two dead bolts that were on the door.
It was now dark inside the room. With her hand on the door, she slowly slid herself across to where the window was and pulled open the curtains to give off light inside. Sitting on the bed again, she pulled the bag off the bed and set it on the floor. Her right hand fell on the Enfield Assault Rifle. Pulling it up onto her lap, she slowly kicked off her boots and laid onto the bed. Tiredness filled her and her eyes slowly closed and soon, she was asleep.