Hotel Della Sole (CLOSED) (4/4)

(You're good!)

Satisfied with all the pictures she's taken, Kyoko shoved her phone back into her pocket. The tight ponytail that was her hair tugged at her temples and gave her a minor headache. Kyoko pulled off the hair tie, her head flooding with relief. She stood up but before she walked towards the front desk, she stopped and narrowed her eyes on the gray-haired girl passing by.

Diara shuffled into the hotel after the others and stood by the front desk. He took his phone out of his pocket and began to type so he could tell the staff whatever he needed to tell them.

She looked over and bounded over to where Diara is, nodded, and waited, rocking on her heels, then stood still and let her legs jiggle. As she walked up and got her room key she found her and Diara were going to be sharing a room. She smiled and bounded off to her room, skipping over to the elevators.

Kyoko turned to the girl beside her and gave her a small wave before focusing her attention on the man in front of her. She cocked an eyebrow when he pulled his phone out to communicate with–

Oh. It took her a moment to connect the dots.

Bianca walked purposefully up to the reception desk, greeting the employee with a warm smile. Trying to ignore the wary stare a girl was giving her, she started to speak with the woman behind the desk.
Then it hit her. The girl who shot her a rude look was Kyoko. That Kyoko. Internet famous Kyoko. Crud.
Deciding to ignore that for now, Bianca glanced at the man standing next to her. For some reason, he was typing into his phone, and showing it to the receptionist. Why wouldn’t he just talk to her….?
Oh. Never mind. That was a stupid question. Bianca mentally chided herself, and re-focused on the woman checking her in.

Diara looked at the girl beside him. She seemed extremely happy to be there. Well that makes sense. This is a too good to be true resort, He chided himself. He turned and gave her a wave. He typed an introduction to her and explained why he couldn't talk.

She stood on her toes and peered over his shoulder to look at the screen, not really caring if it was considered prying or not, then lowered. Yeah, okay. That definitely makes more sense. Kyoko glanced at the girl next to him, narrowing her eyes to get a closer look at her.

She was pretty, that was something Kyoko had to admit. But not as pretty as me. She focused her attention on the guy in front of her, waiting patiently for him to check into his room.

“Oh, that’s cool! Well, it’s not, like, ‘good’ cool, but- Nevermind, I’m rambling. I’m Bianca, by the way. I won a trip here, some online contest thing! To tell the truth, I forgot that I entered it until the email showed up in my inbox,” She exclaimed, talking at a rapid pace, like she had drunk 3 espresso shots prior to this.
Bianca was well aware of the look Kyoko was giving her, but she continued to ignore it. After all, there was no sense starting trouble if it could be avoided.

"Annoying much?" She mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes with a scoff. Kyoko pulled out her phone and took a few selfies in the mean time.

Diara smiled at Bianca. He hoped that he would have as much fun as she seemed to already be having. He scoffed at Kyoko's comment. Celebs really are as annoying as you think. I'm not surprised, He thought, narrowing his eyes at her. He unlocked the door to the hotel room and opened the door, then moved to the side so Evelyn could enter.

Kyoko ignored him and thanked God she could finally check-in. After a few long minutes of flirting with the lady behind the reception desk and ignoring the angry customers that were behind her, she finally got her room key.

And all to myself. She handed the staff her suitcases and followed them into the elevator.

(Quick question, who’s rooming with who?)

(I thought i was with Diara???)

(I have no clue who’s with who, so I’ll just wait to figure it out)

(Cause earlier…Diara. go look back at my last response if you wouldn't mind)

(Also, if anyone would like to rp individually feel free to pm me! XP)

(idk I don't remember)

(OKAY! Let's pause and plan this. I am rooming with someone, who ever that is. Not the internet celebrity because Evelyn doesn't have the money for like a separate room. You gotta pay extra for that.)

(OKAY THEN! See, problem solved. Whose turn is it?)

((alright, alright I got this. Kyoko has her own room since she's super famous, thus getting slightly better treatment and as for the others… they could all occupy one space since the hotel room is split into two different rooms thus the characters decide who's sleeping with who))

(OH so we all share 1 room? Even better! Well except Kyoko) Now Evelyn was already in the room, unpacking, her blue tooth speaker playing her indie music playlist, singing along. Her guitar sat in the corner and the one night stand was already piled with a few journals, a few books on Magik, and some guitar sheet music as well.

A feeling of uneasiness clouded her, not only for the fact that the staff holding her suitcases remained silent during the whole elevator ride, but because they all wore broad smiles– their faces unflinching.

She shook off the feeling once they arrived at her hotel room, but her mood quickly turned sour once she realized her room was right next to the other winners of that contest. Kyoko thanked the staff for helping her with her luggage to which they all nodded.

“Oh my god! This beautiful!” Bianca exclaimed, flopping onto one of the plush couches. The room was bigger than the entire apartment she shared with her sister.
Bianca could have stayed on that couch all day, lounging around and sleeping. But, of course, she had to unpack.
Swinging her legs off the sofa, Bianca stood, and walked over to where she had left her suitcases. Dragging them next to one of the beds, she stopped for a second to take a picture of the view through the window. She would have to show it to her mother the next time she visited. She would love it.

Evelyn heard Bianca and came in from the other bedroom over to hers. There were only 2 of them. She knocked on the door. "Hi Roomie. I'm Evelyn, I guess we have to share." She said with a grin, opening the door. "LUCKY! You got the bedroom with the best view!" She plopped on the bed, her guiar dangling off her back from her guitar strap. An acoustic one, yellow pick intertwined in the strings.

“Hey! Oh, do you play guitar? That’s amazing! What genre do you play?” Bianca asked, obviously intrigued. She gave up playing an instrument after the disaster that was 5th grade band. When she used to practice her clarinet, her sister said she scared all the birds away from the bird feeder.

"I play a little bit of everything." She began to play BlackBird by The Beatles as she looked out the window. "Oh wow, check out that pool! I will HAVE to hit that tomorrow." She said with a nod, continuing her playing.

“Wow, you’re really good at that,” Bianca said, motioning to the guitar. Then, leaning forward, almost conspiratorially, she whispered, “Do you know what the deal is with Kyoko? You know, the girl is the private room next to us. She kept giving me rude looks. Guess being famous does really change people for the worse, huh?”