Date: 2014-04-13 11:10 pm (UTC)
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Her cheek cleaned off (though after she left him she was going straight to her room to shower) she was aware that her baton was a sticky mess all on its own. Still, she didn't feel like facing that particular task just yet and kept her arm carefully crooked at the elbow so that she had it both out of their lines of sight.

He was more crass than the cops she knew, but it wasn't like Joan was of a delicate nature. "I don't know about anyone else," she said, "but I can move between here and home just fine. If your door moves on you, though, maybe you're meant to stick around for a little bit more. I don't know."

Again, the thought that the hotel might be some kind of entity; weird, but it wouldn't be a shock if that was indeed the case. She preferred to think of it as random but with logical causes, if she were to mull over it longer - like the weather, ever changing, but it had its cycles.
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