Mia Dearden/Speedy II (miaiam) wrote in __between__,
Mia Dearden/Speedy II
miaiam
__between__

 The scene is a hotel lobby dining room. The hotel decor looks like it was once in style, back in the 1970s. The room is outfitted with wood paneling on the walls and everything from the chairs to the tables to the floor is decorated in hues of orange, brown and green It's a step up from a Motel 5, but not by much. There are a few people in the room: a tired-looking waitress, an old man sitting at the bar and three hungover frat boys eating the all-day breakfast.

Mia Dearden is slouching in a plush orange chair, her feet up on the adjacent chair. She's playing with toothpicks, and rubber bands that, up until a few minutes ago, held the napkins and utensils together. She's seated next to a table with several chairs and just a few feet from her are two wall-mounted TVs. She places a TV remote down on the table and lazily rolls her head to the side.

"This is boooooring, there's no cable in this piece of junk hotel. Let's play a game, like Hangman or 21 Questions or something. Or you could just talk to me or tell me something, like what you ate this morning or something you'd never tell anyone else or whatever."
Tags: [format] open scene, universe: between
Subscribe

  • I know you know.

    Away from the busier streets, the sides of his sneakers scrape against the granite ledge, feet dangling into the empty air. He doesn't meditate often…

  • text | network

    What have you been dreaming about, lately? [ ALT ID | doesn't trace much of anywhere, the only admin leftovers identify 'Tom.' ]

  • (no subject)

    Consider this proposition: If there is a restaurant at the end of the universe, there must be a bar. For all sentient creatures, be they human or…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 18 comments

  • I know you know.

    Away from the busier streets, the sides of his sneakers scrape against the granite ledge, feet dangling into the empty air. He doesn't meditate often…

  • text | network

    What have you been dreaming about, lately? [ ALT ID | doesn't trace much of anywhere, the only admin leftovers identify 'Tom.' ]

  • (no subject)

    Consider this proposition: If there is a restaurant at the end of the universe, there must be a bar. For all sentient creatures, be they human or…