Yay, my new room, not!
Night came quickly, after more formal introductions were made.
Feeling rather awkward, I asked the assortment of men walking around the warehouse, "Where do I sleep?"
"Oh, the lady wants a place to sleep." Frank taunted.
"She can have your room." Jerro said to Frank. Most of the others laughed.
"Where do I sleep?" He protested.
"Find a place. Now, show Riley to her room."
Frank, with many complaints, lead me up a ladder, and opened a door. The room was small, with not much in it. I walked in, and he slammed the door behind me. I wondered if I had just made myself a permanent enemy. I look around the room, there wasn't much too look at, though. The whole room was a ten foot square, with a bed against a wall.
A better word, actually, would be cot, it wasn't really much. As I caught my reflection in the wooden beau's cracked mirror, I noticed how wild I looked. My blond hair was in mass chaos around my head. I ran my fingers through it in an attempt to smooth it down.
There was nothing to be done about my eyes, though. I looked like I just saw a ghost, and I was pale. Even compared to Jack, who had no tan to speak of, I looked like a freak. The leather jacket and gun did nothing to clam the 'wild' look.
I ran my eyes over the cracks in the walls, and looked again in the mirror. I was a member of a gang, for however long I lasted.
My life was getting way out of hand.
