Hwoarang stepped out of the glass walled shower and onto the bathroom floor, while wrapping a towel around his waist. The white cloth hung low, just beyond the defined lines and indentations of where his hips and abdomen met to form a v-shape.
Moving closer to the large mirror above the sink, Hwoarang wiped a blurry and fogged image of himself away to reveal a better one. Locks of now short, but growing hair fell into his eyes, and he pushed them away, revealing a set of tired brown eyes. Twenty two years, and those eyes had never hidden more pain and loneliness until now. He smirked casually and thanked God he had the self trained ability to go numb of emotion.From street fights to military battles, it was worth something.
He clasped the dog tags around his neck for a moment, hanging onto them as he walked out into the bedroom, where little white candles rested in the red oak end tables next to both the bed and the door. Hwoarang scoffed and quickly punched out the thin flame closest to him. No need for the romantic bullshit, he thought to himself.
The duffle bag sat atop the snow white blanket and as he came closer to it, he noted its color. His face scrunched as he began to quickly unzip it, the towel around his waist slipping just a bit further downward. Reaching into the bag which he knew very well to be not his own, the first item he recovered was a pair of lace blue panties. He grinned and held them up to the light, tiny flowers etched into the design. For a moment, he felt guilty for going through the things that didnt belong to him.
"Eh, what the hell." He whispered to himself, as he removed a matching bra, examining it closely, as though he had never seen one before.
Julia had long before gotten to the hotel, and discovered that her bag was in fact not hers at all. The fighters for the tournement had been given one floor to occupy in the MTH, and no matter how great of an idea it was, there was no loosing any one of them with all the servailence.
Julia had already been down to the front desk in search of the "orange haired guy" as she had called him when she spoke to the clerk. Room six-seventeen was where her things had found themselves, hopefully all still acounted for.
Her footsteps where gentle across the plush flooring, and over ridding theme of red no different from the halls to the bedrooms themselves. She glanced at the gold numbers that where placed on the door and sighed. A million other things could have been found for her to do in her mind, other than having to cross the cocky young man again. She balled her fist and gently tapped on the door, barely loud enough to be heard. Shifting her weight from her left to her right foot, the strap of her blue tank top slid off her shoulder, but her hair covered it from sight, now hanging loose in light reflecting strands of brown and black. She bit her bottom lip for a moment, wanting to turn and speed walk back down the hallway to her room. Just a bag of clothes...no big deal. The only clothes she had...somewhat of a big deal. She narrowed her eyes as footsteps came closer and closer to the door by the way they sounded. Hwoarang opened the door slowly, dripping wet, and looked down at her, though he was only a few inches taller than she.
"Looking for these?" He lifted before her, her bra and panties, and she blushed a bright but deep shade of red, snatching them from his hand.
