andrea lets her palms drag over her face dirty, dressed in rags, and simplyEXHAUSTED. the end of the world was clearly taking its toll on her. even here, hidden out in some old hotel. one that seemed to almost REFUSE to let this nightmarish world make itcrumble and fall. but, still; she does as the girl commands, and doesn’t try to even get up to try again. she was right. the old piece of junk was just that an old piece of junk.
❛ the world’s already ended. ❜ she says, dejectedly, tone flat. as much as she hated being a pessimist, it was just stating the obvious at this point. ❛ don’t know if you’ve noticed. ❜ a sigh will leave her lips, at the question, ice blue eyes looking to the ceiling. ❛ they’ll be back. ❜ her tone is quite FIRM, still not looking back at sally quite yet. ❛ and if not… ❜ she clearly didn’t want to consider that possibility. ❛ …well, if they’re not, i guess i’ll just go looking for them. ❜ the blond chews on a thumbnail, almost absently. ❛ i won’t just be STUCK here. ❜
lips sealed tight, a knowing chuckle caught behind them, never to leave her mouth. yes, she had noticed … had witnessed a hundred changes and even more deaths, had seen what the world looked like nowadays and taken comfort on the thought of not having been a part of it for a very long time. the angel of death couldn’t reach her no more. she was safe, and so were their guests. safe from the storm raging outside and yet - much to the junkie’s pleasure - destined to spend the rest of their lives trapped between art deco walls, haunted by ghouls and ghosts that never slept.
you can checkout any time you want, but you can never leave.
❝ so we’re being selfish now. and stupid. ❞ a pallid hand took a plunge inside her pocket to fish for another cigarette, catch it and then place it between red lips that opened up to welcome their treat. when she looked at her, sally couldn’t help the smile that grew so big it made her cheeks hurt, pretty and no less unsettling. eyes stripped of all emotion, teeth ready to bite. ❝ you know what will happen if you up and leave. you’ve seen it before, you know i ain’t lying here. ❞
❛ yeah, it certainly seems to be… ❜ she’s getting FRUSTRATED, hoping that maybe she could get the piece of junk working to see if anyone, anywhere, was sending out any sort of RADIO SIGNAL. but, the other woman was right. it looked fucking dead. and maybe it was a lost cause anyways some sort of pipe dream adopted from so many weeks of helplessness and fear.
as almost a last ditch attempt, she brings her fist down, HARD, on the type of the old relic. ❛ dammit!! ❜ the dusty old manual tumbles from her hands, discarded, hitting the carpet below their feet as hands cover her face, letting out a groan as she allows her whole body to sink down the wall, onto the floor as well.it had been hopeless the whole time, really. she was doing a FOOL’S errand.
the corner of her lips perked into a malicious grin, smeared at the edges and prompted by the meltdown occurring right before her eyes: dark and yet shining bright beneath the room’s dim light, two bottomless pits that took in every bit of the woman as she flopped into the floor. gloriously defeated, much to the junkie’s amusement that simply couldn’t go unnoticed. ❝ jesus. c'mon, man, knock it off. right now. ❞ as much as she missed it, as much as she would have given anything to lighten this place up with some good old music, deep down sally knew better than to hope for a miracle.
a pair of wobbly feet carried her closer to the spot where andrea sat ( drunken steps causing her ankles to bend and twist under her weight ),the rag doll’s back pushing itself against the wall as she stared at the room in front of them. shedding a lonely tear, sally turned her head and let it hang to the side so she could have a better look at the woman’s frame, dressed in ragged clothes that reminded her of her own. ❝ so what if no one’s coming to get you? can’t be the fucking end of the world, can it? ❞
❛ trying to see if i can figure out how to get this stupid thing to work properly… ❜ words are MURMURED, as she flips through the manual in her hands, before releasing a heavy sigh. ❛ …but, not having much luck so far. ❜
through hooded eyelids the rag doll studied her nails: painted red and chipped, traces of human flesh stuck under them for every day was a party at the hotel cortez. for some of them at least, ghouls and phantoms whose lives remained untouched by the apocalypse that raged outside their home. ❝ don’t sweat it, thing’s been broken for years. and we all manage just fine without it. ❞
putting out her cigarette on the table, its surface singed and black for she had purposefully mistaken it for an ashtray countless times before, sally moved to stand right beside the blonde and her failed attempt at getting an old record player to work again. like the old days. ❝ looks fucking dead to me. ❞
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💉 You can call me Lovett, Mayte, dude... Whatever floats your boat; just be respectful xD I'm 22 years old and live in Mexico.
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Los Angeles, California. Days after Nick Harley and Tina Black’s passing, Sally McKenna quits life and becomes a permanent resident at the Hotel Cortez. Though her heart is still pumping blood and she is free to leave at any time, the place where her beloved friends expired now keeps a tight hold around her. Sally can’t bear the thought of leaving, something about those dark halls and stained carpets help her keep all that sorrow at bay.
Weeks pass and the lonely woman can barely remember her own name; how she does it to move from one floor to another without collapsing under the effects of massive amounts of heroin polluting her blood, no one knows. Sally is broken, lost… Those who live around her notice her presence but keep their help to themselves, no one wants to mess with a fucked up junkie.
The newest gossip spreads like a plague inside the walls of the Cortez: a young couple found Sally McKenna passed out on their bed and help is on its way. Drug overdose, that’s what the paramedics write on the dying woman’s chart. Ten minutes later, Sally is being rushed into the emergency room but there’s nothing that can be done, except for waiting. The tube allowing her to breathe won’t be removed any time soon, doctors know her name but there’s no one they can call… The hotel’s junkie is now in a coma and things aren’t looking great for her.
Despite her body being confined to a bed, Sally’s dreams run wild. There is a Hatter and singing roses, a ruthless Queen of Hearts and talking horses… A land with no pain nor sorrow lies before her eyes and the asleep woman is now free to explore and get lost in her own imagination, the dark days from her past nothing but a black cloud that’s been left behind for good… Even though Wonderland is her mind’s home now, Sally will soon learn it’ll take more than friends and marvelous creatures to help her forget the horrors of being the junkie no one likes.