don't believe what they say

[limped]

WHO: Newt and YOU? Possibly?
WHERE: The Hotel, floor 7 and 8
WHEN: ~Feburary 13th
WARNINGS: Possibly language???
SUMMARY: Settling in and meeting the neighbours


( Feel free to turn this into a lil hotel mingle log, go for it! )



[ Newt wanted somewhere to sleep that was a little less open to those things. The Scorch had been different, there wasn't anywhere to rest that was really all that safe. Here, they could find a building and barricade it up. The blond didn't feel comfortable being too far from the water source, so when they found the Hotel not too far, he was glad for it.

The hunt for whatever it was that guy had been looking for had been a wild goose chase, but Thomas had put the idea of rope in his head, and since then, he's been cutting seat belts out of old decrepit cars and hoarding them. Maybe it looked a little odd, the blond sitting on the ground on the eighth floor in front of a giant hole that goes into a room below him, tying remnants of seat belts together in an odd pattern (if anyone looked closer, they'd see he was making a rope ladder.

Occasionally, he can be heard speaking down to someone in the hole. The door to the eighth floor "room" completely missing. ]

I think we could catch rain water up here, and start a garden.

[ Anyone who happens to come up behind him will be met at spear-point. ]

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[allthesame2me]

[ Despite a general level of disrepair, the hotel had been one of the few hospitable places available to the survivors. Sure, not everyone had opted to use them, but Alex had and had settled into one of the long empty rooms on the eighth floor. He'd been up and around for nearly an hour, savaging some breakfast and cleaning up in the lake before returning to the hotel once more.

What he wasn't expecting was to hear at least one person speaking, although it was still a good deal down the hall from the room he'd cleaned up and claimed. ]

Hello?

[ He begins walking cautiously toward the voice, steps near silent on the worn carpet floor. The infected didn't speak, so he knew that wasn't the case, but he wasn't dropping his guard just yet. He hears something stirring behind a partially closed door and listens for a beat before toeing the door open with one foot. He'd recognized one voice, so that was currently good enough for him. ]

I come in peace...? [ He sticks his head inside the room. ]

[limped]

Yeah, not one of those things.

[ Newt speaks to someone else as he turns around to look at Alex, head tilting to the side. Dark brown eyes watch Alex for a moment before he goes back to tying the steps into the makeshift ladder. ]

Did ya need something?

[ He doesn't sound annoyed so much as a little tired. They've been doing things all day, Thomas had the inability to sate his curiosity and Newt felt the need to always be doing something because if he didn't then he'd get complacent. Shuck, he really was a farmer.

Either way, he didn't seem to fussed about Alex for the time being, hands staying busy with the pieces of seat belt. ]