Locked out?, IC: Iris ISO: open~

Iris had been staying at the inn lately these past few days she moved here. She couldn't afford a house yet. The only thing she loved was singing. Farming was not her passion.

Before opening the door to the Inn she looked for her room key. Digging through her bag she found it. She decided she will take it out later until she's in front of her room door.

She opened the door normally, smiling at the Inn employees as she walked by them to get to the stairs. She walked up the stores, humming a nice melody of a song she liked recently.

"All right here we are," She said to herself as she was looking for her key again. Once she found it she pushed the key into the little slot. First she turned the key to the right then tried to open the door.

"Strange, okay new method. Left way," She said to herself again. She turned the key to the right then tried to open the door. Still won't open. She was saddened by this. She was not a smart person, how else was she going to get into her room?

Miles Edgeworth was not in a good mood. Oh no, not in the least. While strolling around town, an experience that he foolishly thought would be calming, perhaps therapeutic, he had stepped shin-deep in a freezing pile of slush, slid a little on the ground, and landed hard on his back. He limped back to the hotel with a pain in his ankle, a dripping-wet pant let, and a muddy jacket. The fact that there was no decent cleaning service in town, and that it was absolutely freezing outside, did not help to lighten the dark cloud hanging over the man’s head.

He grumbled as he shuffled into the Inn, ignoring half-masked stairs from other guests and employees in the lobby as he made his way to and up the staircase. As he ascended, he angrily brushed flakes of snow out of his hair. He muttered under his breath, something about the pointlessness of snow and slush and cold, and rooted in his pocket for the key that would open the door to his room. Visions of clean clothes and warm sheets danced in his head, like sugarplums in the mind of a child on Christmas Eve. Miles took a deep breath.

It’s country life, Miles. You wanted it. You deal with it.

He hated it when he had to deal with his own logic. But he hated irrationalism even more.

The man finally located the chain of the key in his pocket and pulled it out, swinging the hoop of the keychain around his fingers as he walked. Distracted, he almost didn’t notice the girl standing outside another room in the hallway. She was fumbling with the lock, and had a desperate look souring her face.

He first looked at her absently, out of the corner of his eye. But when it seemed that something may have been troubling her – well, he couldn’t let a girl just stand in the hallway all day, could he?

”Something the matter?”

TAG: Iris
WORDS: 335
LYRICS: eye of the tiger -- survivor
STATUS: in progress
TEMPLATE: oh miss terra ?! at caution
NOTES: blahblahblah

Great, how was she going to get into her room now? She had no idea on other ways to get in. Plus she didn't want to sleep in the hallway which would look weird also kicking the door open will cause some damage.

She kept fumbling with this lock until she heard a mans voice. She turned her head, "Oh yes, My key doesn't seem to be working," she said looking slightly embarassed. She didn't want to cause this man trouble, why not let him enjoy his day instead of just helping open the door to her room? Oh come on Iris, do you want to sleep in the hallway or sleep on your comfy bed? She sighed quietly.

Iris never been locked out before, she know how it felt to some people being aggravated or just kicking or punching the door open like breaking in, but she didn't want to damage anything at this inn.

[Gah, sorry I'm late!]]