Monroe decided to go take a look at the asylum. She wasn't going to go inside and do her own expedition though, the thought of experiencing some of the stuff the guys have, kind of scares her. Monroe drove her car to the facility and parked before taking a deep breath and heading to the front of the building. Monroe took a few pics and smiled. She was proud of herself that she hadn't gotten frieghtened by any sudden noises. Suddenly, she felt something breathe on her neck. Relax, it's just the wind, just slowly turn around and get back in your car Monroe..., she told herself. Monroe took a deep breath and turned around and slowly walked back to her car. She got to the door and turned her head towards the building, she felt something draw her to it, she fought the urge to head towards the building and drove back to the hotel to get some sleep for the rest of the drive tomorrow morning to New York.
The next morning, early, Monroe slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a Cornelia Marie t-shirt. Since the show first started, she loved watching Deadliest Catch and always wondered what it would be like to just be on one of those boats much less being on deck and experiencing the action first hand. She smiled as she continued the drive. She missed the big city, especially since she has lived in a small town all her life. Monroe and her twin brother, Orien, lived with their parents until the day of their 18th birthday, then they moved in together in an apartment in Nashville where Monroe attended the Art Institute for Fashion Design, and Orien got mixed up with the wrong group of people.
It was rare when Monroe would show her emotions, even more so cry, but when she did, it usually over her brother. Monroe and Orien were inseperable, and the night he died still haunted her. She dreamed it as it happened, she always knew she and Orien had a connection from an early age. Orien was out having a good ole time like he did every night practically, and his 'friends' let him leave the club highly intoxicated, and didn't bother to call him a cab or anything. Needless to say, Monroe got a call in the early morning that her brother had had a bad car wreck, and didn't make it. Ever since, Monroe vowed to live her dreams, not just for herself, but for Orien.
What seemed like a day was really only like six hours, but Monroe finally made it to New York and quickly found her hotel and checked in. She struggled to carry her massive suitcases on her own and she couldn't seem to find one of the fancy gold carts, so she quickly hobbled into the elevator with her massive bags. She was accompanied by two guys who had to be siblings. Both had similar facial structure, dark hair and eyes. The younger one though, had a baby face. Monroe gave the guys a quick sweet smile as the doors closed.
The elevator ride was irratatingly quiet. As Monroe began to hum Katy Perry's 'Firework' she heard the 'ding' of the elevator, signalling her it was her stop. She sighed as she prepared herself with her luggage. The doors opened and as Monroe took a step foreward, she lost her footing, and falls. Monroe let out a groan before being assisted up by one of the guys from the elevator. "Thanks" she said, smiling awkwardly at the older brother. Then it hit her.
"Oh, my, gosh, you're Josh and Jake Harris!" Monroe decided in that moment that this was going to be one eventful week in New York...
