Poor, Poor sweetheart

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Everyone was looking into the dark. "Where is my family?", the voice calls out, clearly scared. The person walks out of the dark, it's a little girl, she had wavy chesnut brown hair and tannish skin with different colored eyes, a green one and a brown one. She's holding a stuffed bear with a blue bowtie. She was crying a little and shaking. "Are you Tabitha?", I ask, already knowing it's her. She nods, hugging her stuffed animal. Dahlia jogs back and sees Tabitha. "It's happened..", Dahlia mutters.

Tabitha sits down and we explain what happened to her and what will happen after. Felicity rolls her eyes. "Your going to work as sort of a friend of others. The children that play at the play-place", I explain. Felicity scoffs. "Oh boo, hoo!! A child dies by falling off a building and has a quick and painless death! Well, try being mauled by a bear that your now boss let into your own room!!!!", Felicity yells, while standing up. "That's enough, gal", Dahlia says, trying to calm the enraged friend by them all. "No! Shut the hell up Dahlia! Your at least happy here! You've got friends and your girlfriend! I'm alone! Unlike all of your families, my family actually tried looking for me!", Felicity continues to yell. Dahlia looks hurt. It was true. Her family hadn't looked for her, in fact, they left when she went missing.

Dahlia teared up, she stormed out of the room, cussing out Felicity. "Doll", Aria says while going after her. I couldn't hear what Aria had said next. But I could hear slight yelling, most likely coming from Dahlia.

"Why don't you stay in my room for the night and we can get you settled tomorrow? How does that sound?", I offer to the frightened little girl before me. Tabitha agrees and I take her to my room. Under the hotel, it's almost like a basement, it's a connection of tunnels and rooms. It's what everyone who works here, at the hotel stays in. It's our own floor. Constantly, rooms are being added. In our rooms, we all have our own bathroom, living room, bedroom, and kitchen. Then in the tunnels, there is a common area, which is like a giant living room and then there is a giant kitchen. Plus a giant dining room. With a lot of tables, for everyone who works there.

I took Tabitha down to my room and explain what's up with the tunnels and rooms. On the doors, there are signs saying the resident's name. It's all in alphabetical order. Since my name starts with a J, it isn't too far down. I enter my room and let Tabitha in. We all leave our rooms unlocked because for one, we don't have keys and two, we can't die, and three, we all are chill with each other.

Since it's really late, I set up Tabitha's bed and give her some clothes to wear, they're pretty big on her, as she's a little girl. Tabitha lays down and falls asleep quite fast.

I leave the room to let her rest, I walk towards the common room. It's every name before J, so, a bit of walking. As I come up on the end of the D names, I hear crying. I look to the door it's coming from, It's Dahlia's room. The door is open slightly so I look in. Dahlia and I are close, so it's fine. Dahlia's crying while laying on her bed, with her head on Aria's lap. Aria is comforting her and gently stroking her hair. I smile to myself. "They're so a couple", I think to myself as I walk to the common room. There are some people there, like Cecelia, Maya, Grace, and Calico.

Calico is a weird one. She has only one eye, and Vitiligo, with sort of reddish-orangish hair. Her eye is green. She literally looks like a Calico cat. She never told us her real name, just to call her Calico. She works on the Jersey Devil floor, as a guide tour sort of thing. We also don't really know where is from, but by the guess of it, we could guess Russia.

Grace has long blonde hair with gray streaks that falls over her shoulders with soft brown eyes and pale skin. She's from Paris, France actually. She has a French accent and loves working with flowers and baking. She mainly works in the kitchen, since its what she enjoys.

Cecelia is from New Orleans, Lousiana. She works on floor Big Foot, but will tell tales of "Rougarou", which in French means "Werewolf". She has darker skin, around a mocha one, with black hair, that is curly and has a white streak in it, around the middle and brown eyes, with an almost hint of gold. She's a gambler, and loves card games like Rummy and Poker. And she's damn good at gambling. It's why I hate playing card games with her. She's too good.

Maya's from New York, and is a into fashion. She helps design the clothing for everyone when we dress in character, it's pretty cool. She's great at designing and has some of the best fashion sense I know. Maya is one of the oldest people here. She has black hair and a paler skin. She's a little older, looks around 31, but is someone who's a favorite amongst a lot of people. She also makes a good amount of our clothes, and she enjoys it too.

I look around. Calico and Cecelia are playing poker, I can guess by Calico's face, that Cecelia is winning. "Gosh damnit, Cecelia you dirty little son if a dinner cheater!!", Calico yells loudly, slamming down her cards. Cecelia laughs loudly and Calico hands her a bag of caramels.

Everyone laughs a little. Maya is sewing up a sweater and Grace is baking in the cookies. I sit down. "So", I start. Everyone looks at me. "I saw Aria and Dahlia cuddling", everyone freaks out, but in a good way.

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