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Started December 23, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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"I don't know," he murmured, staring after them, almost not aware of the sansation of her hand, it seemed such a normal gesture. "I really don't know." He glanced down at her. "Should we head back to the hotel?"

She had gotten lost in thought, biting the inside of her cheek. Hearing his voice once more, she snapped from her thoughts, and looked him up and down. "Sorry? Back to the hotel? That sounds good."

"Alright, then" He pulled his hand away and left the building.

She looked down to her hand, and frowned slightly. So she held her own hand. "I- I need to grab my bag, you go ahead." She mumbled, turning back to the table.

"Oh, alright," Arsen said, blinking in confusion, before moving to the car, and starting it.

Joanna picked up her handbag, taking in a deep breath. She pulled a ten from the clutch, and set it on the table. “Not much, but all I got.” She mumbled turning to go catch up with Arsen.

He drove them to the hotel in silence, wondering why the Powells had acted so strange. Was it something he had done?

Joanna felt her leg beginning to bounce, and she couldn't get rid of this nervous feeling. "Did you feel strange too? While we were there I mean." She mumbled, turning her head to him.

"I did," Arsen said. pursing his lips. "It was almost as if we had hurt them somehow." He parked the car and opened his door, looking over at Joanna. "I have the feeling that there is something bigger going on, bigger than what we had originally thought."

"I hate that. They give us a mission, and they hide half the details." She groaned, opening her own door to get out. "I swear, this has got to be the most difficult things out there." She huffed, slipping out the door.

"Oh, probably," he said, shaking his head. "I don't see why. I mean, are we supposed to be the best, or what? Because I doubt that."

"You're not helping Arsen." Joanna said firmly, getting tired of the whole situation. She was ready for a nice warm shower, and to go to sleep peacefully. Only one of those things were going to happen. "Once we're inside, I'm going to get ready for bed." She mumbled to him.

"I know I'm not helping," he said, sounding frustrated. "But we were just sitting with two people who acted like they fucking knew us, the real us, not these people we're playing. We have to break into a place, I'm getting random headaches all the time, and I'm just tired of all of it." He rubbed his face with his hands and headed inside, to the elevator.

Joanna stopped, rather surprised at his words. Forcing herself to move, she came up to and took his arm. Pulling him to a stop, she attempted to make him turn to face her. "First thing, you need to watch what you say out loud." She scolded him, trying to act as normal as she could. "Second, are you alright? What's going on with you?"

"I'm fine." He said this curtly, as if annoyed. He was pissed at himself for breaking character in public, and for actually telling Jo how he was feeling.

Backing away from him, a tight frown rested on her face. "Fine, if you're so sure." Joanna said, more harsh than she meant it. She strutted over to the elevator, and pressed on the button.

He rolled his eyes. Women! He followed after her, ignoring the tiniest flash of hurt that flashed through him at her tone.

Her fist was tight, and she stood there waiting for it to come down. She already didn't care for elevators, but she had heels on, and didn't feel like climbing the stairs. So she just ignored Arsen, and stood with a tight jaw.

Arsen was about to apologize, then stopped. Why should he? There was no reason to. He wasn't a puppy, going back to its master whenever it did something bad. When the elevator dinged, he left immediately, not even glancing behind him to check if Joanna was following. He opened the door to their rooms, and then shut it, before she had gotten a chance to get in.

Joanna ignored him on the way up, and once they were on their floor, she followed a few feet behind him. She wanted nothing to do with him… until he slammed the door in her face. "Ars!" She whisper yelled, now even more upset with him. Going through her purse, she couldn't find the door key, and groaned. "Of course, I left it. Because we were suppose to be together." She muttered, jiggling the handle. "Come on, let me in." She said through the door.

Arsen didn't hear her. He had went into his room. Now, he had no idea that she didn't have the keys.

"Come on, please? I know you're mad, but this is too cold. Even for you." She begged, giving up on trying to open the door. Her forehead was pressed against the door, and when she got no response, she sighed. Leaning against the door with her back, she slid down to the floor, and yanked her shoes off.

Arsen flopped onto his bed and buried his face into his pillows. Weak, he told himself. You lowered your guard around her. Why are you such an idiot? His head suddenly split, in a pounding headache, and he clenched his fists to stop himself from screaming. When it passed, he sat up, blinking. What was that? He shook his head. Why had he said such stupid stuff to Joanna? Had he seriously just insulted the System? What was wrong with him tonight?

Her face was in her hands, and she was forcing herself not to cry. If he ever did come to get the door, she didn't want him to know how she was feeling. He had hurt her, though she really didn't know how. Being locked out was a pretty crappy thing, on his part at least. Though she could have been a little less rude to him about everything. He hadn't really done anything wrong. She was just too annoyed to think. 'Pull yourself together!' She yelled at herself, before feeling sick once more. Her stomach turned, and she broke out into a cold sweat. Gagging a few times, she curled up into a ball and held her stomach.

Arsen pulled himself together. What was wrong with him? He felt a wave of shame rising through him. Insulting the System! What had come over him? He stood and opened his door. He glanced around the hotel room. Where was Joanna? Probably outside, sulking. He rolled his eyes and went to the door, to open it. As his hand touched he handle, to turn it, he was mildly surprised to see his veins a glowing red color. As he stared at his veins, a blinding pain built in his head, until he groaned and clenched his teeth, looking away and opening the door.