[h1][b][i][color=ec008c][center]José Bloomer[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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At: The Paris airport
Interacting with: The X-Men.
Date: 15th March[/center] 
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José marveled at the grand elegant structure laid before when she exited the taxi.
[color=ec008c]"It's beautiful,"[/color] she states with a content sigh. This trip seemed to be getting better and better every second. The limo ride had shown her some marvelous sites now this? What luxury would behold the group on the Orient Express. It then hit José it hadn't even been 12 hours since she left her hometown, what would unfold over the rest of the trip?

Soon enough the group entered the hotel. If it looked like luxury on the outside it must be heaven it was holding. It was beautiful, glorious even. José took in the high white wall and first class furniture. 
[color=ec008c]"I don't think I'll want to go home after this trip,"[/color] she jokes, eyeing the blood red curtains. In all honesty José felt slightly homesick, not that she minded homesickness, she often felt it for Sweden or, when she took time off to go there, America. However, she didn't let it show, or she tried not to at least. All she had now was beautiful and she was not going to give up on such an opportunity!

She swiftly strutted to the desk alongside the doctor. José shouldered her baby blue handbag as she approached the desk those hundreds of thousands of possibilities flying through her mind.