<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kendrick King</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/227/b/e/donovan_culver_by_bayanghitam-d46m6jg.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kendrick King<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Kendrick spent the early half of that morn recouping in a dormitory bed of sorts, fresh from a rather eventful night he shared in company of an insatiable beauty whose name eluded him. It was something vaguely Hispanic sounding but he was certain the girl he had been with the night before was Asian - or least to him she felt that way. Could it have been Mei? He met her the night before at a sports-themed bar and before he knew it things had progressed and he was at her place admiring her walls.<br/><br/>Kendrick mired in a state halfway in-between alert and unconscious,  in a bed that was almost too small for two but somehow they managed to make it work in spite of design. He was eventually roused by the distinct smell of starbuck's fresh roast and what else but the smell of turkey bacon, eggs and some type of fruit. The woman in question whom he spent the previous night with came into view carrying some type of serving tray, dressed in little more than a seattle seahawk's jersey and one of those trendy matching NFL skully's. "Last night was amazing, it was almost like you made the bed levitate or something. I got up early so I made breakfast for us. I'm muslim so I don't do the whole bacon thing. I hope turkey bacon is fine with you. "<br/><br/>Unceremoniously, he stirred about the twin size to properly assess himself. "Yeah turkey bacon is good...Listen..." He felt her name on the tip of his tongue but something kept him from giving it form, his eyes spanned about the quaint flat like he was looking for something in particular. His eyes finally settling on his prepaid burner phone arranged on the nightstand to his blindside. Odd, he didn't remember placing it there.<br/><br/>"It's Mei but my friends call me Maya. I went ahead and logged my number into your phone."  Setting the food upon the same nightstand then she maneuvered herself to him in such a way that she sat herself directly ontop of his lower body.<br/><br/>"Uh...thanks" He seemed largely uninterested in the girl but he didn't want to be a dick about it. She then said something to him to the effect of "What does the circle starts again mean?" which set him off.<br/><br/>"None of your goddamn business. That's what it means. Listen Maya or Mei, it was nice but there's somewhere else I need to be. I probably won't be seeing you again but if I do I'll be sure to give you a nice pat on the ass or something." Of course he knew she wouldn't take it well but he managed to grab a few slices of turkey bacon, an orange and a cup of roast on his way out of the complex to where he thought he'd find his bike secured outside. On his way out, she managed to open the latch of the window overlooking her flat  She screamed something out of her window which filled him with dread. "RAPE. That asshole right there raped me. Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?" He wasn't going to stick around long enough to see if the campus would investigate such a thing. His Suzuki gsr 600 revved in the distance as he made his turn into the main street navigating the morning traffic. His destination was not far. A grand hotel ten or so miles down the road.<br/><hr/>He finally made his route at around 9 or so pulling up at to the entrance of the Renaissance. He cast his helmet aside and let his black beauty purr between his legs until his engine crept to a cease on its own accord. Now what?<br/><br/><br/>