"Jemma! Jemma, open up!"
May-lin pounded on her friend's door and hissed something in Chinese. Elizabeta frowned. "Jem, please! We have a huge problem!" she yelled but no-one answered the door. Nathan, Elizabeta and May-lin had been standing outside Jemma's room, all dressed in their nightware, trying to get her attention. The male of the group pushing his friends to one side before pulling his swipe card. Slipping the card between the door and it's frame, Nathan managed to juggle the lock up and the trio fell in.
"Jemma? Where the hell are you?" May-lin called as she stood up. Elizabeta tugged at her pale green nightgown and pointed to a half-open door. The scottish girl grabbed her friends by the arm and dragged them into the next room. There they found a small bundle snoring peacefully under a large cover and a tuff of dark blue hair sticking out. The cover, like most things in Jemma's room, had a large picture of Transformers. Nathan took hold of the end of the bed and shook it violently.
"Jem! Get your fat ass up!" he ordered. The bundle moved, only to grab a pillow and throw it at Nathan. The half-japanese male landed with a loud thump, wondering how a pillow can be hard as a brick.
"Just five more minutes." Jemma grumbled and turned off to face May-lin who stood on one side of the bed. Elizabeta stood on the other side. They looked at each other then at Nathan who held his nose.
"We could always do...that thing...you know." Elizabeta suggested but May-lin shook her head. "Why not? She'll wake up." Elizabeta stated but May-lin held firm.
"Unless you want her to rip your arms out of their sockets..." May-lin trailed off as she looked at Jemma's alarm clock. "Besides it's almost seven. Jemma always wakes up at Seven." May-lin added pointing to the object. As if the said clock could hear May-lin, the digits clicked over to seven o'clock and the usual alarm that greeted Jemma in the morning echoed around the room.
'Autobots! Transformer and roll out!'
'We roll!'
Jemma stired from her sleep and slammed a hand on the snooze button. "Morning Bumblebee." The britsih girl muttered sleepily at her alarm clock. As Jemma sat up, she glanced round the room. "Morning guys. What's all the rush?" she questioned, rubbing her eyes free from sleep. May-lin grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of bed. "Hey! Slow down will ya!" Jemma cursed as she was dragged towards her bedroom window. Elizabeta joined her friends as Nathan stood up.
"Look outside! The storm hit us bad." May-lin began, pointing to the never-ending white that blanketed the hotel garden. Nathan stood by Jemma's bed, unable to move. Jemma wour a baggy dark blue T-shirt which had the Autobots sign on in bright blood red. One side had slipped, showing off a bare shoulder and the top of her tattoo showing. Nathan felt his cheeks heat up and he prayed his nose wasn't bleeding.
"So? It's just a bit of snow. No worries." Jemma shrugged. May-lin stared at her friend as Elizabeta shook her head.
"Hardly Jem. We're snowed in." the scottish girl replied. Jemma sweatdropped and sighed loudly. She opened her bedroom window and lent out causing May-lin and Elizabeta to shiver. Nathan however had hardly moved. "Jem! It's freezing!" Elizabeta complained. Jemma pulled herself back in and slammed the window shut.
"Crap! This cannot be happening." Jemma paused and tapped a finger against her lip. "Okay, first we get changed. Then we get my dad and explain the situtation." Jemma ordered. As the two other female's nodded, Jemma frowned at Nathan. "And you can stop staring at my ass right now Mister!" she huffed, causing Nathan to go bright red in the face.
The bladers stood in the hotel kitchen, talking loudly. Mr Dickinson tried his hardest to get their attention but nothing seemed to work. "What's going on?" Miguel questioned loudly. He looked at his team mates who shrugged.
"When's the tournament gonna start?" Daichi yelled. The bladers' voices began to get higher and higher. In the end it seemed as though they were shouting at each other. Jemma felt her eyes twitch slightly as she stood on a table. Her team mates watched her closely.
"SHUT IT!"
The whole place went quiet as Jemma sat down. Mr Dickinson nodded his head as Sean gave his daughter the thumbs up. "Now the reason why I called this meeting is because we will not be able to get to the tournament." The old man began. The noise began to pick up as Mr Dickinson held up a hand. The room fell silent again. "We cannot attend the tournament because of the storm snow. According to Mr Scott, it hit so hard that we have been snowed in."
The up-roar that followed was a little deafening. Nathan sighed and rubbed his forehead. This is not going to be good. he groaned.
"This sucks!"
May-lin glanced over to Elizbaeta as the scottish girl finished polishing a large T.V in one of the hotel rooms. Despite being in the tournament, Team Dark-water still had their duties around the hotel to preform. Jemma was stationed outside, protecting their cleaning wagon from anyone stupid enough to steal it. A hotel room usually took only two people to clean it.
"What sucks? Our jobs?" May-lin stood with one hand on her hip. Personally she would rather go and battle one of the teams down in the gym. "We have to do them otherwise nothing will get done." The chinese girl pointed out. She blew a strand of dark purple hair out from her eye-line as Elizabeta shook her head a little. Dust rose in little circles from where the scottish girl had polished.
"Not that. Being snowed in. I wouldn't mind if it was a little snow, then we could battle outside..."Elizabeta sighed and stretched. "Being snowed in just sucks ass." she complained. May-lin smiled a little, understanding her friend. "Being stuck in the same place with the likes of Johnny Mcrgregor and Bega is enough to drive me crazy." Elizabeta added in a huff. May-lin frowned.
"What's wrong with Bega? Apart from almost destorying the world, I think they've learnt from their mistakes." she stated. Elizabeta's eyebrow arched high as a shuffle was heard from outside. Jemma had managed to sit on the wagon comfortable without falling off. May-lin didn't like the look Elizabeta was giving her. "What?"
"You must like the team if you're defending them. Or maybe..." A sly grin appeared on the blond's face. Before she could say anything, a shout was heard from the corridor.
"Hey guys! A type of rice ball, begins with O. Seven letters!"
The two friends exchange smirks before May-lin replied. "Onigiri. Nathan would kill you if he heard you then Jemma." she called as the two left the room. Jemma hummed to herself as she filled in a crossword. Elizabeta blocked May-lin's path and grinned again.
"I think someone have a crush on Brooklyn!" she jeered. May-lin turned bright red and looked away. "I was right! You do!" Elizabeta squeaked before giggling. May-lin atempted to punch her friend on the arm but the blond girl had moved too quickly. "May-lin loves Brooklyn!"
"Thanks Lizzy! Name of a bridge, Begins with B. Eight letters. The Brooklyn Bridge."
Mr Dickinson sighed to himself as the lift dinged loudly. He entered, pressing the button for his floor and thought about the teams. There had been a great amount of disappointment and Mr Dickinson felt sorry for them. Thankful he, Sean and Nathan had managed to get through to the BBA in the control room before the radio failed to work. Now that the BBA knew where they were, Mr Dickinson didn't have to worry too much about it. The lift dinged a second time.
The doors slowly opened to show another person on the other side. "Oh, I'm sorry." Mr Dickinson stated, allowing the person to enter the lift.
"No problem." The person whispered and watched as Mr Dickinson left the lift. Before the old man could leave however, the person slammed the butt end of a kitchen knife against his neck. Mr Dickinson crumpled to the floor in a heap. The man chuckled and dragged the old man into the lift before pressing a button for their own floor.
Thank to Lili for reviewing and sorry for spelling your tagname wrong. I wasn't thinking.
Kai: you never seem to think. (ducks from a flying brick)
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