East Coast Trashing (Open)

[Morphia]

It had been around four in the morning when Morphia got in the previous night, keeping up with with her family had been like keeping up with a two year old. She should probably just give up on them for a while, rest a bit and stop lurking in hospital doorways.

Before she'd even had time to change her clothes she'd heard her second cell phone ringing, the one she kept for 'family emergencies'.
"Hello?" She answered it as she normally would have.
"Eleena?" An elderly man's voice was on the line.
"D- Dad?" Morphia hadn't spoken to her father in God only knew how long ago.
"Eleena.... I just thought I'd tell you... We took your mother off of life support... she's passed on."

Morphia didn't remember if she'd hung up or dropped the phone after that, only that something in her snapped. It was close to nine now and she was laying on the bed exhausted, her room completely trashed. Clothes thrown onto the floor the tray from room service knocked over the the lamps, phone and clock were no longer on the bed side table.
Throwing things and tearing the room apart seemed like the best course of action at the time. It made her feel better. Now she sat eyes red rimmed, make up smeared on her face, sobbing. How could he do that? How could he just let her mother die? The only person she ever really loved was dead, the only person who ever really loved her was dead!
Morphia took a deep breath and curled up tighter on the bed.

[wisdom]

Pete Wisdom stared up at his hotel room’s ceiling for what seemed the umpteenth time that day. While ordinarily he enjoyed travelling, staying in new places, and all that jazz... He didn’t however enjoy chasing false leads, which was exactly what this little “business trip” seemed to be panning out to be. Then again, hunting down leads on the Brotherhood was like nailing jelly to a tree... Aggravating and more than slightly a waste of his time.

Faint sobbing noises broke him from his current train of thought, the sound seeming to come from the room next door. Great, just what he needed. With a slightly irritated sigh he pulled a pillow over his head, attempting to block out the sound. Of course, the universe working out the way it does when Pete Wisdom was concerned, the pillow was as effective as the paper-thin walls in that regard. ‘Ignore it and go to sleep, it’s none of your business’ the little voice in the back of his head chimed in. It was at that point he knew he had to go check on the whoever was having an emotional breakdown in the next room, the voice being his sort of anti-conscience when it came to life.

Slowly sliding out of his room he cleared the scant feet towards the door in relative quick time, and knocked on the room’s door softly; half out of respect for the occupants and half out of wishing that if he did it soft enough they might not hear it, yet the action would appease his conscience enough to let the matter slide.

[Morphia]

Morphia heard the knocking and groaned, damn house keeping. She got up and threw open the door.
"What the hell do you f*cking want?" She stopped when she saw it wasn't house keeping, unless they started dressing messily in civilian clothes.
"I... uh.. Sorry... did I wake you?" She said brushing one hand into her bangs.

In her youth she probably would slammed the door in his face, she was tempted to do so now.

[wisdom]

Pete heard the faint groan and rustle as whoever in the room made their way to the door. ‘Great they were actually going to open up, where exactly was this a good plan again?’[/i] Of course that feeling over the quality of the idea was quickly reinforced by said door being flung open to reveal a georgous, if slightly angry looking woman that quickly proceeded to hurl abuse at him. It really was going to be one of those days it seemed.

“Er, hi?” He scratched the back of his head slightly, mentally wishing that even if the plan was bad he could of given it at least a bit more thought than to just simply knock on the door. “I’m next door... Paper thin walls...” He coughed into his hand and visibily allowed himself to relax slightly, before giving the woman a slightly lopsided grin. “Sorry, I’ll start that one again. My names Pete, in the room next to you, is everything alright, luv?”

[Morphia]

Morphia took a deep breath. "Sorry... I ... just got some bad news. A death in the family..."
She snaked one of her gloved hands into her hair and scratched the base of her skull as if wondering if she should talk to this man about it or not.
"Thank you, for checking on me... most guys would just call the cops."
And that was the last thing she needed- for Magneto to come have to bail her out of jail.

[wisdom]

Great, he just had to go knock on that damn door didn’t he? Why couldn’t he just sit there, listening to his anti-conscience and be damned. Instead he now dropped himself, rudely part of him added helpfully, into someone else’s affairs, and pretty much stirred up a whole angsty hornets nest. Definitely going to be one of those days.

Pete smirked slightly at that last remark, cocking his head to one side and attempted to add some humour to the situation, because God knows he could barely deal with his own emotional angst let alone someone else’s without resorting to some kind of wise ass remark. “Ah, don’t worry. I’m just stalling for them to arrive, darling.”

He automatically brought up his hands into a placating gesture however, knowing full well that his own particular brand of humour wasn’t exactly well received by the masses, especially under circumstances like these. “Kidding, kidding.” He shrugged slightly and let his smirk fade from his face, “Instant reaction, helps deal with the whole... You know... Awkwardness...”

He vaguely recalled a previous girlfriend once telling him that he was possibly the worst person to ever put in a room with someone suffering, he always had to get all awkward and say something without fully intending to. Of course he hadn’t been paying much attention to what she had really said at the time, more focusing on avoiding the copious amount of furniture and houseware goods she was throwing at his head. Still, part of him really wished he’d been able to pay just a bit more regard to her words at the time; maybe he wouldn’t be making a complete arse of himself as he seemed to be doing now.

[Morphia]

"Don't worry, I'm good at dodging the cops." She teased back, brushing her hair out of her face.
She wasn't sure what to do about him, did you invite men like this in? Or out for coffee? Or call the hotel manager if they lingered, though she wasn't in the position to call the hotel manager since she'd just trashed the place.

"Uh... well... um... Thanks, again." She offered a gloved hand to the man. "I'm Eleena by the way."
She almost swore, she'd just given out her real name, damn it! She was so stupid right now.

[wisdom]

“Dodging the cops, eh? I’ll have to let them know when to arrive that they’ve got a career criminal on their hands.” He’d had more than his fair of that during his youth, not to mention while in the service. He was glad she wasn’t mad though, he really didn’t want to have to deal with angsty and angry. She was good looking he had to admit, when she brushed the hair out of her face he’d gotten a proper look. Admittedly it was a tear stained face, but you could see that it would be attractive under any other circu-

He was not going to hit on a girl who’d just lost her mother, he’d gotten over that part of his life. Least he hoped he had.

“Eleena.” His eyes tightened ever so slightly as he tried to recall where exactly he’d seen that name. Eleena. No it was gone, locked away in the recesses of his mind for the time being. He gave a slightly flirtatious lopsided grin to cover his momentary pause. “Unusual name, pretty, but unsual. As I already said when I was butchering what remains of my manly ego, the name’s Pete.” He winked and took the hand as he spoke, “Nothing as fancy as yours, but it gets the job done.”

Ok, so he was going to hit on her a little, but.. No harm, no foul, right?

[Morphia]

Morphia pursed her lips at his smirk, giving him a tight smile that said she was impressed with his pick up style. "Pleasure." She said after a moment.

"Listen, I'm not real sure I wanna hang around this place what with the news I just got..." She put her hands deep in her pockets and looked him over. "I'm gonna walk over to the waffle house over there, if you wanna accompany I'll buy you a cup of joe for your trouble."
He yellow eyes looked him over, he wasn't bad looking, a tad bit scruffy what with just being woken up, but hell, she looked like a train wreck.

[wisdom]

He glanced just past her shoulder at the slightly messed up room behind her, and grinned and shook his head a bit. “That, and I’d probably not want to hang around too long if my hotel room looked like that.”

Pete was still trying to figure out where exactly he’d heard that name before, the fact he’d recognised it but couldn’t tie it to anything irritated him greatly. It was for that reason he flashed another smirk at the slightly taller woman, nodding his assent slightly to her offer. “Sure, not like I got much else on my plate at the moment so to speak.” He said, stepping back from the entranceway to her room and motioning her to lead the way. He’d stick with her for the time being, at least until he solved the mystery, at which point he supposed he’d have to cross whatever bridge it lead to, if indeed at all.

[Morphia]

Morphia walked back in the hotel, grabbed her purse and room key and shut the door behind her.
"So Pete, do you come by that accent naturally." Morphia said trying to keep her mind off her mother.

She lived in Scotland for four years, and traveled about europe with Gilgamesh, so she was used to accents, but it'd been a while since she heard one here in Georgia, so she felt like asking. She had a good bet he was either Welsh or English.

[wisdom]

Pete slid calmly in step with the woman and walked side-by-side with her down the corridor towards their destination. “My accent? God no, you know how many cereal box tops I had to collect to send off for this?” He smirked and shook his head, “British born and bred, darling. London if you must know. What about you? I’m not really guessing this is what you’d say was local, maybe it was, but I’m thinking you’re a bit more wider travelled if you take my meaning.”

Had he known she was confusing his accent with Welsh he probably would have been mortally offended, the two accents sounding immensely different from the other, and when combined with the unspoken rivalry between the two countries... Well, if she wasn’t a woman he’d probably be less than civil.

[Morphia]

Morphia nodded. "They think I was born in New York, but child services aren't entirely sure." She looked over at him, as they reached the lobby. "But it's more than likely I was born in Japan and smuggled in.""How ever it worked out, I ended up not far from here actually, in a town Called Chamblee." She chewed on the corner of her lip.

She'd have to be going back there soon, unless her mother's parents would insist on bringing the body back to California to be buried. She didn't want to go to the funeral alone, but she wouldn't ask any one from the brother hood to go with her, she couldn't do that.

[wisdom]

Pete practically had to force himself to react to the “smuggled in” comment, and even then it was merely a raised eyebrow and a slight quirk of his lip that suggested confusion. In reality he’d seen a lot worse, and smuggling people wasn’t exactly an isolated thing. Truth was it happened a lot, and was a trend that seemed to be growing in recent years. “Chamblee? Never heard of it to tell the truth. Of course I'm just passing through, so I'm not exactly looking for local spots if you take my meaning.”

Her lip chewing wasn’t missed, and the former spy quickly decided that a home coming wasn’t exactly on the girl’s to do list if she could help it. Then again, he’d felt the same way when he’d buried his mother. Of course it had been justified, his father having quickly turned the proceedings into a version of the blame game, but Pete couldn’t bring himself to fault the man in that respect. In many ways Pete Wisdom had been far from the perfect son. He marched alongside her across the lobby and palmed the door open and gestured for her to go first, one of his few polite habits he had left in some regards. “After you, luv.”

[Morphia]

Morphia walked out and smirked at him, ever the flirt even in her deepest pits of depression. "And they say chivalry is dead."
The asian woman walked on ahead of him and stopped when she was off the side walk, ready to walk across the parking lot to the Waffle House.
It wasn't to bad to have to walk in high heels, even if she had been wearing them all knight walking around the hospital.