Run (d.l)

0.2

Rose - Chicago

There's nothing I hate more than scamming, lying, cheats. But that's what was expected of me to pull this off. Groaning, I stepped off the public bus coming face to face with some shitty hotel that was most likely run by a seedy old man. I entered the grimy, old building, that claimed it was the Jupiter Hotel. I sighed as I made my way to the counter that an elderly (maybe mid seventies) lady sat with her nose buried in a foreign book.
"Can I help you?" Her accent was thick, Russian was my best guess. She wore a long rose dress that sat awkwardly around her bulging body, bunching up around her underarms and boobs, that was accompanied by a large thick line of eyeliner and bright colors splattered over her face. To top off her appearance, she wreaked of alcohol and weed, two of the things I had found most challenging to withdraw from whilst my time in treatment. I groaned and pulled my bag off my back.
"How much." She looked at me as if the words that had left my mouth was a challenge. "I said, how much?" Another long silence deemed upon us.
"Feefty." I groaned and slipped her a $100 bill.
"I wasn't here, and no questions either."
"Room down the hall on left." She muttered, sliding key on the bench that read a large black '7' on it.

The room wasn't anything nice -and that was being kind, but it would have to do. I tried the heater that sat somewhat in the wall, which which didn't work. I groaned loudly and pulled roughly three grand from the bag, hiding it in the dust collector of the heater. When I was sure that it was unnoticeable, I took the clothes out of my bag and headed to the mall.

The first thing I bought was a rather comfortable pair of sneakers and socks. Pathetic really, if you ask me. From there, I made my way to a Target to pick up some essentials for my journey I would embark tomorrow. Dark clothes were a necessity whether you are supposed to be dead or if you are Kim Kardashian, they are hot.
The mall wasn't too busy, which was to my surprise, making it a hell of a lot easier to keep a low profile. The bus and transport stand on the other hand was rather busy, so I put on a new black hoodie I had just bought and slipped into the line.

"Next." A large croaky woman spat. I rolled my eyes inwardly at my luck of the scum I had encountered just today.
"New York charter for tomorrow morning." I spoke quietly.
"That's $200."
"What?" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice lowered. The price was ridiculous.
"220."
"Are you kidding me?"
"240."
"Fine." I slid her the $240 and took the ticket, muttering cusses under my breath.

The ticket was for 5:50am tomorrow morning, departing from a bus station only a few blocks from the hotel. Perhaps something would finally go my way.

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