In The Royal Suite
Jan 22, 2006 15:49:53 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2006 15:49:53 GMT
"Are you worried about the tournament, Roos?" Zammy asked, sitting down in one of the three comfy chairs the room boasted. They had managed to afford the Royal Suite as a room for Roos, thanks to their impressive treasury. The Royal Suite boasted two bathrooms, one directly next to the door as you entered and another ensuite to the master bedroom. The living room had a leather sofa, two mini-bars filled with almost anything you could want. A telephone which had room service on speed-dial for anything else you could desire and also upon this desk was a wide-screen T.V with over a thousand channels. There was also a small round table in front of the sofa for eating at, if you were so inclined. The bathroom opened up on the right as you entered and if you continued on you'd see the living room. Opposite the bathroom were also several cupboards, but there were more in the bedroom which opened up on your left once you reached the living room.
The bedroom had a king-sized double bed, on the left a small circular stand with a small portable T.V, which was currently showing an animated cartoon about one of Roos' favourite character, Banjo Bunny, narrowly avoiding death by anvil with the amazing physics-defying use of an umbrella. On the right of the bed was another circular stand which could be used for eating in bed and currently house a wine glass filled with chocolate milk. Both bathrooms had a bath, a shower and a toilet. The three seats inside the bedroom were all cushioned and Zammy currently sat in one at the foot of the bed, which Roos was lying in the middle of.
"Wha?" Roos asked vaguely, transfixed with the antics of Banjo Bunny on his T.V set.
"I said, are you worried about the tournament?" Roos came awya briefly from the T.V screen to shake his head at Zammy and give him a re-assuring smile. He had several plasters on his body, all in bright colours which Roos had insisted upon. Fluorescent green, pink and blue were his choice favourites it seemed. He had a new green jacket and new jeans and, at that point in time, he seemed content. He wasn't however. As he leaned over to drink from the silly straw coming out of his chocolate milk (in a wine glass) he thought back to the fight. He had performed well, he thought. But the judges might not agree. He and Gareeku had given it their all. He sighed as he relaxed in bed again, with a suddenly melancholy air about him. That was all he could do he supposed. That, and wait for the verdict. Banjo Bunny's antics suddenly seemed to not be so interesting for Roos and, after dismissing Zammy, he turned him off and turned off the lights. He got underneath the covers and looked up at the ceiling. He was suddenly very, very tired. And the bed was comfy... a lot comfier than the one in Castle Comealot. With a long, cat-like yawn, Roos settled down into the deep sleep of an exhausted child as the world moved on around him, all concerns of the tournament gone in a second.
The bedroom had a king-sized double bed, on the left a small circular stand with a small portable T.V, which was currently showing an animated cartoon about one of Roos' favourite character, Banjo Bunny, narrowly avoiding death by anvil with the amazing physics-defying use of an umbrella. On the right of the bed was another circular stand which could be used for eating in bed and currently house a wine glass filled with chocolate milk. Both bathrooms had a bath, a shower and a toilet. The three seats inside the bedroom were all cushioned and Zammy currently sat in one at the foot of the bed, which Roos was lying in the middle of.
"Wha?" Roos asked vaguely, transfixed with the antics of Banjo Bunny on his T.V set.
"I said, are you worried about the tournament?" Roos came awya briefly from the T.V screen to shake his head at Zammy and give him a re-assuring smile. He had several plasters on his body, all in bright colours which Roos had insisted upon. Fluorescent green, pink and blue were his choice favourites it seemed. He had a new green jacket and new jeans and, at that point in time, he seemed content. He wasn't however. As he leaned over to drink from the silly straw coming out of his chocolate milk (in a wine glass) he thought back to the fight. He had performed well, he thought. But the judges might not agree. He and Gareeku had given it their all. He sighed as he relaxed in bed again, with a suddenly melancholy air about him. That was all he could do he supposed. That, and wait for the verdict. Banjo Bunny's antics suddenly seemed to not be so interesting for Roos and, after dismissing Zammy, he turned him off and turned off the lights. He got underneath the covers and looked up at the ceiling. He was suddenly very, very tired. And the bed was comfy... a lot comfier than the one in Castle Comealot. With a long, cat-like yawn, Roos settled down into the deep sleep of an exhausted child as the world moved on around him, all concerns of the tournament gone in a second.