Sir, Your Room, Room 213 On The Fifth Floor Hallway

It is 7:30 when we checked in so I went to our room to get settled before dinner. The room Jake and I got was room 1236 on the 13th floor which is the farthest away from the elevator. I knocked on the door to see if Jake was already in the room, but there was no response. So, I used the pink hotel card they gave me and entered to room. As I walked in I noticed there was 2 queen sized beds, a TV, a desk, a small kitchen with a fridge, and a bathroom. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since we left so I decided to go and take a shower as well.

Kenia Hernandez DE English In Cold Blood 1. What is the tone of the piece in 2 examples? The tone seems to be dark and gloomy. Throughout the entire book there is a noticeable feeling of discomfort when discussing the murders and murderers.

I hit my head and fell to the ground. The ground was hard and was cold. I felt my hands got scraped up, but that's relatively normal for me. I got up quickly and started running like nothing happened. Megan put both hands on my shoulders to stop me. “You just ran into something hold on,” she told me. I did what she was told because she was right. I put my hand to my head. My head didn’t feel any different but just incase I asked if she could shine her flashlight on my hands. The moment I saw red on my hands I started to get scared. Megan then shined it on my face. The moment she said “OMG” I knew something happened. She started getting freaked out and disgusted. The look on her face was like she just saw me get murdered. Finally she told me that my face was all bloody. I started to freak out even more. I ducked and ran back to the track. Everything was blurry, but I didn’t feel dizzy. I got to the turf and was about to cross it, but then I realized I didn’t want to get blood on the turf. Even though it was shorter to cut across the turf I didn't want to get blood on it. I decided to take the track around to the front gate. At the moment nothing was going through mind. By the time I got the front gate the blood has ran down my face more because I can feel it dripping. It was cold against my face. I weaved through the gates, and Elizabeth and Blake just looked at me. Elizabeth then realized it was fake blood, and by the time she realized it Megan came running up. We both had to catch our breath and told her what happened. Right before we started telling her what happened, Blake rode off on his skateboard. I was thinking jerk, but that thought quickly left my mind. There was more important stuff to worry about. We didn’t know who to call at first. “Should we call 911?” I asked. The two of them looked at me thinking that was a dumb question. “No” said Megan, but I will call my mom or dad.

There was an eerie silence as she walked down the corridor. Click clack click clack.. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the walls. She glanced out the window, the clouds were rolling in a deep black front. The trees were contorting from the wind, flashes of lightning illuminate her face. Those soft, caring eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. The epitome of perfection. She quickly pulls herself away from the window, she can't be distracted. Not now. Patient 13 had escaped and she was the only staff in. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. Time was running out, she had to find the patient before the storm hit. She had checked every floor except for this one; floor #2. Something seemed different about this floor to her. There was something off. There was no humming of equipment like there would normally be. Just silence. Rooms 210-224 were empty and untouched. All the sheets

Monday morning and I oversleep, I have 30 minutes to get dressed and get on the unit, ready to receive report. I fly into the hospital parking lot, run to the Intensive Care Unit with three minutes to spare. I sit down to receive report from Hazel the hospital hag. Hazel looks at me up and down in her usual haughty fashion and said, "You know your uniform is on wrong side out and your shoes don't match." I looked myself over, smiled and said, "I know." She looked at me like I had thrown bed one's dirty brief at her. I was pleased with myself. I made it through report, ran to the locker room, reversed my scrubs and scurried on to bed one. I walk in the room and noticed Hazel the hag left all the intravenous bags dry. I go into the supply room and collect the necessary intravenous bags, while going back to the unit I hear "Code Blue room 352, Code Blue room 352." I am on the code team so I drop everything and rush to room 352 on the opposite side of the hospital, only to find a code blue had been called in error.

This is an essay which will primarily discuss the items in my life and possibly your life which particularly annoy, aggravate, irritate, infuriate or events in life we just find completely maddening. This essay is almost based on the novel, called "Room 101".

Upon arrival, I made contact with the owner of the 141 Saloon who I know to be John Gruidl, bartender Charles “CR” Dobbs and CR’s girlfriend Elisheba Paraday. As I walked into the bar, John began to explain to me he could not find his keys this morning before leaving his residence. John advised he used a spare key he had at his residence to unlock the main bar door. John then showed me the door he discovered

For part III of The Devil In The White City, Holmes begins to accept customers into his hotel, and at times declines some men trying to get a room, saying that he was out of vacancies for them, leaving more room for young women to check in. This of course made Minnie only jealous as Holmes effortlessly made them swoon.

I was so scared and timid I was just hiding in the corner. After I saw Stacey outside she started to run to the door without hesitation and he started to tackle me and started to throw punches. I didn’t want to fight but I had to. So I fought back, It hurt it felt like my eye is broken. But I kept on trying to tell him that I tried to help but I never got out the words.

'I'm going to worry about that boarded room.' You concluded before heaving yourself off the leather chair that they could somehow afford. Luckily enough, Yariel was nice enough to show you around the attraction before you could get to work. 'Remember, if anything goes horribly wrong, just quit.' You tried to calm your racing heart but it only reduced the pounding a little. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as you trudged past by the boarded room. Honestly, you never felt so nervous in your life. Maybe you should stop watching horror movies and reading rumors online, it was fake after all. You couldn't help but get a whiff of something rotten from that dreaded room. 'No, no thank you. Not going to die today.' Your pace quickened, eventually settling in the office. You weren't going to lie but, the crappy props that was made to scare people did scare you--at least as of right now. The ringing of the phone almost made you jump out of your

The room was nice. It had a living space, a bathroom and two large beds. Eric felt lucky enough to have a room with a window, facing the city. And turns out, he also got the bed by the window

This hotel, however, would turn out to be the most challenging of his career for many different reasons. It was a great welcome to town as he enjoyed an early spring baseball game at fabulous Fenway. Some big character named Clemons struck out twenty batters. It was cold so Japes figured the pitcher just wanted to get into the warmth of the clubhouse. The world was located not far from Cod City and it was at the crossroads of two major highways. There were not only a large number of corporate guests who stayed at the hotel but there were also a large number of transient guests. Directly across the street from the hotel was a regional mall filled with stores and restaurants. The outside of the hotel looked like a castle. There were four towers at various locations all connected by hallways. The outside grounds were perfectly manicured with many beds of flowers and various perennial plantings. The doormen and bellmen wore beefeater outfits, which made quite an impression. The lobby itself was nothing spectacular and indeed was small for such a large hotel. The place was incredibly busy. Being at the crossroads of the two major highways resulted in weekend traffic nightmares. Many travelers at the last minute would decide to spend the night. The traffic would clear the next day. As a result, the front office would get as many as one hundred unexpected walk-ins. It was a real challenge to make sure there was enough

remembering this day like no other is complete bliss. “Nice to meet you I’m Primrose ” I blankly muttered as the strange girl from across the dinner shook my hand while simultaneously sitting down across from me while mentioning her name and why she decided to confront me . To me her lanky legs were shivering in what I guessed nervousness. The rest of her body poised and ready to take on anything. “Hi I’m Elizabeth Clark not meaning anything spectacular or anything but I saw you reading Left behind by Tim LaHey and I wanted to stop you, put the book down and just go watch the dumb

Now, come with me.” W started to walk away, and I, not desiring to be left alone in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people, and knowing almost nothing about the situation I was in, followed him. Besides, If I wanted to learn more, this person was the one who knew everything I needed to find out. I followed him down the halls, my bare feet padding on the wooden floor softly. After a series of turns, which I took note of, (Right, left, left, right) we came to a solid oaken door. Wammy drew a key from the pocket of his extremely fancy suit, the type of which I had only seen people who had a lot more money than I wearing. The door slowly opened, most likely due to its weight, without making a sound. That meant that the hinges were oiled, possibly new. Revealed beyond the door was a wide, open office filled with books, the centerpiece being a giant wooden desk with a lamp and papers on top. There was no nameplate, no indication of who this person truly was.

The cinder block walls were gray with years of dust and grime. The sun shined on me through a small barred window that was about the size of my head. When designing the rooms, the designers did not make it any bigger in fear of prisoners escaping. The room was about the size of my closet; a tight space with just enough room for me to straighten my arms. I was still wearing my white t-shirt and jeans. Actually, the shirt was no longer white because I’ve been trapped in this cell for over a week awaiting my fate.