Another day has passed with the rays of light slowly fading over the horizon. The moon indicated to the busy port of Muskeg that it was time to rest. The locals made strides home with an excitement in the eye for they were ready to rest comfortably. However, many others had no such comfort in a land they were foreign. They scurried for the many hotels dotting different parts of the city and unfortunately many starting heading east to the “Brick Hole”. Some stayed at the Boomer Inn, notorious for its rowdy poker games, or if you wanted some scandalous fun The Lucky Flower Hotel was the spot to stay. But others merely wanted a quiet place to sleep for the night as such the Harper Hotel was a glowing beacon in the dirt.
The Harper Hotel had been in its past a factory of sorts what it was exactly forgotten as it was never properly finished for the job. It then laid abandoned for years until the turn of the century when the prominent Mell family bought the site and turned it into a Hotel. The rooms were extremely small with just a dingy lamp and bed to keep the soul company. However it was what you paid for as the price for a room was a mere 25 cents. The repressed few on the streets scurried to the Harper as to not be caught by the Back Alley Boys who had a liking for mugging foreigners. This night was a weekday and as such most of the rooms were vacant a welcomed event. One of the souls who had rushed to the Harper was a Mr. Lee Pickett, a musician in the art of the guitar, he was down to his last dollar but was still hopeful to make it in Hartford. As he approached the counter a man of regular size was there to greet him. The man was paper white pale with eyes that could would not break contact.
“One room please.” Pickett said with a smile. The man held out his hand for the 25 cents which Pickett obliged to and with that given a key. “Room 17 , second floor on the left.” The clerk said dropping the keys into Pickett’s hand. The musician made his way up the stairs to the second floor where he could hear mumbles from the hallway. As he entered his floor the man noticed a metal grille door swung open on the threshold between the stairs and hallway. An odd feature, but he assumed, a relic from a different time. As he looked up from the door he saw a small group of people in the hallway right at 17. Quickly he made his way over the room with just a guitar in one hand and a key in the other determined to hurry up and get into the room...
The Harper Hotel had been in its past a factory of sorts what it was exactly forgotten as it was never properly finished for the job. It then laid abandoned for years until the turn of the century when the prominent Mell family bought the site and turned it into a Hotel. The rooms were extremely small with just a dingy lamp and bed to keep the soul company. However it was what you paid for as the price for a room was a mere 25 cents. The repressed few on the streets scurried to the Harper as to not be caught by the Back Alley Boys who had a liking for mugging foreigners. This night was a weekday and as such most of the rooms were vacant a welcomed event. One of the souls who had rushed to the Harper was a Mr. Lee Pickett, a musician in the art of the guitar, he was down to his last dollar but was still hopeful to make it in Hartford. As he approached the counter a man of regular size was there to greet him. The man was paper white pale with eyes that could would not break contact.
“One room please.” Pickett said with a smile. The man held out his hand for the 25 cents which Pickett obliged to and with that given a key. “Room 17 , second floor on the left.” The clerk said dropping the keys into Pickett’s hand. The musician made his way up the stairs to the second floor where he could hear mumbles from the hallway. As he entered his floor the man noticed a metal grille door swung open on the threshold between the stairs and hallway. An odd feature, but he assumed, a relic from a different time. As he looked up from the door he saw a small group of people in the hallway right at 17. Quickly he made his way over the room with just a guitar in one hand and a key in the other determined to hurry up and get into the room...
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