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Tuesday, 4 May 2010 07:11
[identity profile] thinksexy.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] lt_safe_house
Date: April 21st, 2003
Status: Public (Aphrodite)
Setting: The Manor (Outside and In)
Summary: This looks like a good place to stay for the night... do they have a phone?



'Dite cursed and smacked the steering wheel of her little rental coup, miraculously not chipping a nail in the process. The little white dove sitting on her shoulder screeched in surprise and decided that perhaps it would be better to ride shotgun, abandoning the temperamental woman to sit on its cage next to her. 'Dite ignored it and started to plead with the vehicle to keep going. She was pretty sure the engine wasn't supposed to be making that odd popping noise, and smoke was never a good sign. Finally, with a mighty 'clunk' the car stopped its slow forward crawl, steamed profusely, then died. Aphrodite's forehead hit the top of the steering wheel with a dull thud.

"Why now? Why me?" she grumbled, throwing the door open and stepping out of the red vehicle, her heels clicking on the pavement. She bent over below the dash and fiddled with a lever to pop the hood. Moving to the front of the car, she flung the hood upward and stared blankly down at the engine as if that would help her determine what was wrong. She hadn't the foggiest, though. With a groan, she ran her manicured fingers through thick blond tresses. Mechanics were never her strong point.

Frustrated further at her own inability to understand what made the car do what the car was supposed to do, she whistled for her pet and glanced around to get her bearings. There was bound to be somewhere nearby that had a working phone. She had long since lost her cell phone when, during a fit of temper at her lover, she threw it into a lake in the middle of an argument. She had realized in retrospect that it would have been just as effective to merely hang up on Ares as he could not actually see her throw the phone. Hind-sight was always fifty-fifty.

No far away sat a building with some promise. Large, hotel-ish, lots of windows equaling lots of rooms... if there wasn't a phone in that building she would eat her lipstick. With a brief word to Bird to watch the car (not like it was going anywhere but it was the principle that mattered) 'Dite trudged through the gate and down the lane to the front door. Poking her head in, she glanced around at the lobby.

"Hullo?" she called, stepping fully in and moving toward the reception desk.
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