Post by applecore on Aug 8, 2006 22:11:55 GMT
Brandon's eyes narrowed as he stared at the bartender/innkeeper, who looked wary and concerned. "I have enough money, just give me the room, please." He said, trying not to let his anger show in his voice. Instead, it carried a pleasant, polite tone. In fact, his whole demeanor was quite curteous, other than his slightly narrowed eyes. "My mom and dad are vacationing in Rome, see, and I can't get them to sign any papers. I also have no idea of my home address, we've just moved here from America, and I have no clue how to get around. I just need a room for a few nights..." His voice faltered as he pulled out a handful of galleons. The inn-keeper couldn't help but notice his accent was truly American. "I'm not trying to cheat you, really. My parents should be back soon."
He didn't dare tell anyone he had no parents, for they were likely to send him to an orphanage once more, where he'd be guarded all the time, no privacy what so ever. He hadn't thought as far ahead when he came from America, thinking that by the time summer approached, he'd be long gone. That he wouldn't need a shelter.
The keeper thought it over for a moment, before shaking his head. "No-No, sorry. It's against our rules and regulations. I'm sorry..." He said, trailing off. He did look quite sorry, but Brandon only gritted his teeth and turned on his heel, and out the door.
He needed a place to stay, or it was the streets for him.
He didn't dare tell anyone he had no parents, for they were likely to send him to an orphanage once more, where he'd be guarded all the time, no privacy what so ever. He hadn't thought as far ahead when he came from America, thinking that by the time summer approached, he'd be long gone. That he wouldn't need a shelter.
The keeper thought it over for a moment, before shaking his head. "No-No, sorry. It's against our rules and regulations. I'm sorry..." He said, trailing off. He did look quite sorry, but Brandon only gritted his teeth and turned on his heel, and out the door.
He needed a place to stay, or it was the streets for him.