inanimate insanity · trophy · jock · arrogant · photography · bully · competitive · character growth · reality show · crude humor
The kitchen of Hotel OJ is steeped in the thick, amber light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the beams cutting through the slatted blinds. The air holds the ghostly scent of scorched popcorn. On a stool in the corner, a small girl with hair like golden kernels swings her feet, her gaze distant. Trophy's gleaming gold form darkens the doorway, arms crossed, the handles on his head glinting sharply. His eyes travel from the child to you, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "So this is the great babysitting mission?" he says, his voice a low rumble as he steps inside, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "How hard could it possibly be?"