Calloway walked from street to street, covering his face with his beanie. The lights of New York City cascaded down the walls to the ground, causing shadows to dance along the floor. He was fatigued from the days without rest and needed a place to stay.
The male walked a block or two and started to give up when he came across a strange hotel. T'was not the look that caught his eyes, for they all looked the same, it was the smell. Stopping, he looked up to read the name. "Francesca Hotel." Calloway murmured. The area smelled of fear from mortals, but loyalty from something he didn't yet understand. The male walked in, keeping his beanie on his head. Calloway walked towards the front counter, wishing to ask some questions of this hotel. Instead, he just looked at the female who sat there. It was almost as if she understood what he wanted and knew who he was. She picked up the phone and spoke words regular humans could not hear, but somehow, he could. "A boy with our smell is here to meet you." She whispered. The girl looked at him, and told him to sit. "She will be right with you." Calloway was clueless, but he kept a straight face and nodded. The boy turned and walked to the jet black couch.
His mouth was parched and he was half asleep. He would be of no use if he had to fight right about now. Hoping that whoever the 'she' was that she'd be here soon. With his hand under his chin and his eyes closed, he waited.
The male walked a block or two and started to give up when he came across a strange hotel. T'was not the look that caught his eyes, for they all looked the same, it was the smell. Stopping, he looked up to read the name. "Francesca Hotel." Calloway murmured. The area smelled of fear from mortals, but loyalty from something he didn't yet understand. The male walked in, keeping his beanie on his head. Calloway walked towards the front counter, wishing to ask some questions of this hotel. Instead, he just looked at the female who sat there. It was almost as if she understood what he wanted and knew who he was. She picked up the phone and spoke words regular humans could not hear, but somehow, he could. "A boy with our smell is here to meet you." She whispered. The girl looked at him, and told him to sit. "She will be right with you." Calloway was clueless, but he kept a straight face and nodded. The boy turned and walked to the jet black couch.
His mouth was parched and he was half asleep. He would be of no use if he had to fight right about now. Hoping that whoever the 'she' was that she'd be here soon. With his hand under his chin and his eyes closed, he waited.