Coincidence?

Wolf sat in a lounging area in the lobby of the Stark Hotel. Reading a complementary newspaper he didn't care about he waited. Darkness was starting to settle over New York outside. But inside, activity buzzed about no less. People checking in, checking out, grabbing their things, running to one place or another. Wolf of course wasn't staying here, the Hotel was just a meeting place. Hew figured it'd be safe enough from the Gales, they would stay away from the mortal cops. It'd get too messy. He glanced up at the enterence every time he saw it move, but it was just another guest arriving. He let out a short quiet sigh upon what seemed like the thousandth false alarm. What am I doing here? She isn't gonna show up... Wolf thought to himself begining to consider leaving.

"What do you mean there's no coffee left? For the love of..." Aaron muttered as he walked through the lobby, heading to the elevator. There were some places in the lobby to get some coffee in a cup and bring it back to your room, but somehow there wasn't any left by the time he got there. He entered the elevator on the other side of the room, and hit the button to go to the floor he was staying on, which was one floor down from the penthouses, in the normal rooms. He got off and walked to his room, opening the door and stepping inside, laying down on his bed and closing his eyes for a little bit.

A young, red-haired female wandered into the hotel lobby. She certainly didn't look like the type who would stay in a fancy hotel such as this. Claudia had in fact wondered how on earth Aaron had managed to pay for a room here but thinking back she had decided to just not question it.

Heading over to the receptionist desk, Claudia flashed the woman behind it a small smile.
"Uhm. I'm looking for an Aaron. I don't know his last name."
On the walk here, Claudia had realised that she hadn't asked for Aaron's surname, and thus it would likely be a nightmare trying to find him in a hotel as huge as this.

"We have five people currently staying here with the first name Aaron," the receptionist finally replied. Claudia had been right. Four of those people were complete strangers.
"Uhm. Could you note their room numbers down for me please," she smiled weakly. The woman behind the desk nodded, understanding Claudia's predicament as she grabbed a pen and scribbled each of the five room numbers down onto a post-it note.

Nodding her thanks, Claudia smiled and then left the lobby, stepping into an elevator and heading to the second floor. Two of the Aarons on the list were staying on this floor so it was as good a place as any to start.

Mia shuffled into the super-fancy looking hotel as well; sticking out like the sorest thumb there was. She could care less though; she was used to going into fancy places like this and getting stares. It wasnt often an average street teen who lived on the street just waltzed in to a fancy hotel like this. She ran a hand through her disheveled short hair, pulling her bangs out of her face for a few short moments, then letting them fall back into place.

Wolf looked up again, with a lack of hope that it was going to be who he was waiting for. He was actually suprised to actually see her. He jumped up getting ready to greet her before she got spooked by one thing or another. He realised he was still carrying his pointless read, so he quickly flung it back onto it's table. Wolf appeared to be a mess... But understandably. Wolf needed help... or he felt things could get messy. For everyone, too fast for any mage, person, or Gale especially to stop it. He composed himself as he approached her though, as if this was a meeting. "Hello.." It took a second for his not exactly stellar memory to work. "Mia."

At this the elevator dinged and out shuffled a short 12 year old kid that was about to rub salt into one persons old wound and make fresh ones worse. " Why does Dad always have to be out for work, least we can go excavating next week. " The kid pouted to himself as he loitered around the lobby. His pale white skin and black hair would probably turn the heads of one choice person but his outfit would be the dead give away his undead holleywood T-shirt half hidden by his leather jacket and he was wearing ripped black jeans.

Aaron opened his eyes once more and looked out the window of the hotel room, looking down at the surrounding area and wondering what to do. Wait a minute...Claudia, that was her name. We were going to meet up and finally get some coffee today. That should be interesting. Aaron thought to himself, smirking slightly. And then his eyes flew open. I didn't tell her where I'm staying room-wise and she doesn't know my full name or where I am. He immediately got up out of bed and ran down the corridor, boarding the elevator and taking it down to the lobby. Once it hit the bottom he stepped out and went to the desk, ignoring the two under dressed people, though he wasn't one to judge due to his clothing choices. Walking to the receptionist desk, he began to start to ask questions pertaining to if someone had been looking for an Aaron in the hotel, taking a mental note of the answers he received.

It didn't take long to reach the second floor and Claudia had soon stepped out of the elevator again. She wandered down the hallway, glancing at the door numbers as she sought one of the ones on the list the receptionist had given her.

Spotting one of the room numbers she was after, Claudia made a beeline for it, stopping outside of it. She half expected Béacenfýr to make some comment, but he didn't and so she gingerly knocked on the door.
"Aaron?" she asked, the door opening shortly after.

The man, who was wearing what looked to be quite an expensive suit, blinked and stared at Claudia before exclaiming, "Who the hell are you?"
Claudia smiled apologetically, "Uh, sorry. Wrong room."
Before the man could even make another comment, Claudia had scooted off down the corridor. She could hear Béacenfýr's chuckles in her head and rolled her eyes at him. The confused businessman watched her leave before retreating back into his room.

Moving on to the next room number on her list, Claudia stopped in front of it and knocked without hesitating. For a short while, there was no response. Claudia was just about to leave and head up to the next floor when the door was puled open to reveal a man in a bathrobe, holding a nearly emptied bottle of some form of alcohol.
Claudia immediately spun on her heels and turned away, recognizing that this man was not the Aaron she was looking for. "Wrong room," she explained to him, pulling the door closed as she left. Sighing to herself and ignoring more of Béacenfýr's laughter, Claudia hopped back into the elevator and headed up to the third floor.