Post by Wabisa on Jul 23, 2016 19:08:16 GMT -8
Wabisa had been on the road for a couple of hours now. Her yellow and black leather motorcycle suit and matching helmet had done a good job of repelling the rain and keeping her mostly dry underneath, but the weather today just wasn't being agreeable. The makyo-jin took a deep breath and made her turn-off from the highway, pulling down the off-ramp and coming to a stop at the turn-off into West City. The rain seemed to come to a halt as soon as she got off the highway, which brought a faint smile to her lips. Her bike whirred and revved before she pulled out and headed down the street towards the nearest hotel. Being a drifter had its burdens, and the cost of a warm bed and a roof over your head was apparently one of those burdens. Lately she'd been having problems finding work to keep herself in good comfort when the job was done.
There was also the issue of her training. She wanted to further hone her skills after that run-in with that goon from the Crane School not too long ago. It had been a very long time since someone got the best of her like that, although she had to hold back on using her signature technique. Wabisa's bike came to a halt and she turned the key to shut it off as she arrived at one of the more modest hotels in West City. The removal of her helmet revealed her shimmering blonde hair and sapphire eyes to anyone nearby. She clipped her helmet to her hip and walked into the office of the hotel. The clerk behind the counter looked up with a rather muddled, almost absent-minded expression, "Yes, what can I do for you?" The woman behind the counter didn't seem too interested or pleased with Wabisa's arrival.
The Makyan sighed, "I'll take a room for one." She tossed a small stack of bills onto the counter, "This should cover a week, right?" Wabisa was never the type to hesitate or drag things out. It just wasn't her style. The Clerk, meanwhile, looked even more disgruntled at the direct and blunt pace that she took. Still, though, the woman behind the counter nodded and took the money. She gave Wabisa a key and started taking her information and entering it into their system.
After a few minutes of annoying and tedious clerical work, Wabisa was let free to head to her room. She took the small dufel bag from the back of her bike and tossed it on the floor next to the bed in her room. She decided to take a shower to warm herself up a little after going through the wind and rain to get here, but things didn't go exactly as she planned. The moment she turned the faucet even close to the 'warm' setting on the dial, the water became practically boiling hot. The sound of a toilet flushing a room or two over told her all she needed to know. The angered Makyan dried herself off and grabbed the shower nozzle with both hands. The water was still on, and she turned it to be mostly cold before sending a flurry of her frigid ki into the shower head. The surge of cold was so strong that the pipes for half of the hotel were frozen solid after just a few minutes.
Maybe it was rash or selfish, but who the hell had the nerve to prevent her from getting a comfortable shower? Well, now no one would be getting a shower or have running water in their hotel room for at least a couple of hours until the summer heat defrosted the pipes. With a disgruntled sigh and a groan, Wabisa flopped back onto her bed and decided to take a nap after her frustrated display of power.
There was also the issue of her training. She wanted to further hone her skills after that run-in with that goon from the Crane School not too long ago. It had been a very long time since someone got the best of her like that, although she had to hold back on using her signature technique. Wabisa's bike came to a halt and she turned the key to shut it off as she arrived at one of the more modest hotels in West City. The removal of her helmet revealed her shimmering blonde hair and sapphire eyes to anyone nearby. She clipped her helmet to her hip and walked into the office of the hotel. The clerk behind the counter looked up with a rather muddled, almost absent-minded expression, "Yes, what can I do for you?" The woman behind the counter didn't seem too interested or pleased with Wabisa's arrival.
The Makyan sighed, "I'll take a room for one." She tossed a small stack of bills onto the counter, "This should cover a week, right?" Wabisa was never the type to hesitate or drag things out. It just wasn't her style. The Clerk, meanwhile, looked even more disgruntled at the direct and blunt pace that she took. Still, though, the woman behind the counter nodded and took the money. She gave Wabisa a key and started taking her information and entering it into their system.
After a few minutes of annoying and tedious clerical work, Wabisa was let free to head to her room. She took the small dufel bag from the back of her bike and tossed it on the floor next to the bed in her room. She decided to take a shower to warm herself up a little after going through the wind and rain to get here, but things didn't go exactly as she planned. The moment she turned the faucet even close to the 'warm' setting on the dial, the water became practically boiling hot. The sound of a toilet flushing a room or two over told her all she needed to know. The angered Makyan dried herself off and grabbed the shower nozzle with both hands. The water was still on, and she turned it to be mostly cold before sending a flurry of her frigid ki into the shower head. The surge of cold was so strong that the pipes for half of the hotel were frozen solid after just a few minutes.
Maybe it was rash or selfish, but who the hell had the nerve to prevent her from getting a comfortable shower? Well, now no one would be getting a shower or have running water in their hotel room for at least a couple of hours until the summer heat defrosted the pipes. With a disgruntled sigh and a groan, Wabisa flopped back onto her bed and decided to take a nap after her frustrated display of power.
