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~Juvenile~Orion~

~Juvenile~Orion~

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The Blue Dragon Hotel - Welcome to Our Hotel. You'll have such a wonderful time you won't want to leave...Not that you can..

"Welcome to the Blue Dragon Hotel. You'll have such a wonderful time here you won't want to leave."
...not that you can...


The Blue Dragon Hotel is a wondrous place, too good to be true. It's a magic fairytale that never ends, a dream you never wake up from...and a horrible nightmare all at once.





Blue Dragon Hotel is in fact a hotel where once you enter it's like a magic spell has been cast upon you. The staff there are various mythical creatures...
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~Juvenile~Orion~ updated The Blue Dragon Hotel with a new update entry:


**Requirement**

Okay so we have a lot of characters and are getting more as well
So when we start the roleplay it will be a requirement to post your characters name (even if you only have one) and where they are currently in the hotel. I don't care if they are on thee stairs or in the hall headed somewhere that's what you put then


so like this:


[Name], [Place]


blahblahblahpostpostpostetc


and then if you interact with someone else's character please tag them


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Ren and Aki Iwasaki, A hall somewhere on the 5th floor


It was really just any other day for these two twins. Having spent there whole life at the Blue Dragon Hotel they had no trouble at all roaming it's many halls without getting lost. Currently they were on the 5th floor just walking around looking for something to do. With a lack of new guests coming in recently they had less people to pull pranks on. Perhaps they would just have to resort to playing pranks on the guests currently residing there but that just wasn't as fun was it? They didn't think so. There weren't exactly a lot of people besides them in the hall, since there wasn't anything up there but guest rooms so it suddenly occurred to them it might be fun to play tag. Yes, even though they were 19 when they got bored enough there mentality became that of a child's.


"Hey Ren, want to play a game of tag?" Aki was the first one to suggest it, grinning widely. Ren would normally just sigh and maybe reject the idea but he was so bored he easily agreed to it.


"Alright Aki. But just one game. You know Ricardo gets mad when we play tag. 'It's a disturbance to the guests.'" Aki laughed listening to his brother's imitation of Ricardo. It wouldn't be the first time they got scolded by the staff though, if they were caught. They had a bad habit of annoying the staff with their 'bothersome' games. But they were guests too so that was the only reason they could get away with it.


"Okay then...You're it!!" Aki said and lightly tapped his twins shoulder before taking off in a run. Ren was a bit surprised and it took him a moment to react but he was soon racing after his brother.





Gii Hiraga, The lobby


Gii was currently down in the lobby on this fine day at the Blue Dragon Hotel, not that this day was particularly great. Everyday was a fine day at the Blue Dragon Hotel which is why Gii had never wanted to leave. Whilst drinking tea he read a book, enjoying the peacefulness he was getting after spending the last couple of days in excitement. The lobby tended to be the calmest place in the whole hotel since guest hardly ever lingered there long upon arrival. Who would when there was so much else you could do? It wasn't like it took you long to get signed in, all you had to do was sign your name on the dotted line. But even with all the other places to go and the many luxuries this hotel offered Gii still liked to sometimes just go and sit in the lobby. Looking up from his book for a second he took a moment just to think and look at all the things around him, everything of course being extremely expensive. Yes, this place was the greatest ever. Why would anyone want to leave?





Ricardo Valentine, The Casino


A sly chuckle came from Ricardo's lips as he watched yet another person get cheated out of their money. Having some free time, Ricardo had wandered to the Hotel's casino to watch people in their shadows. The casino definitely had to be the most interesting place to watch guests, well maybe besides the locker rooms but that didn't always end up being such a pleasant experience. Watching people play- and lose- at blackjack however, never failed to amuse him. This guy, whose shadow he took, was a fairly large man wearing an expensive suit. He seemed to have quite the gambling problem and frequently occupied the hotel's casino.


After another fifteen minutes of watching him though Ricardo slowly lost interest and shifted from his shadow, taking on his physical form. This was a bad moment to appear in his physical state though as there was a lady who bumped into him, spilling her drink on him when she did so. Ricardo's eyes had a way of turning into horrifying, black holes when he was angry and he had a habit of swearing loudly at the people who angered him, even if it was his fault. "Damn it! Do you not have eyes or any sense of direction?? I hope your soul rots and all your loved ones die in a fire!" The woman looked as though she might cry, but was too terrified to. Ricardo had also managed to attract the attention of everyone in the casino but wit a quick glare from him they all averted their eyes elsewhere.
 
Elena Stone, Lobby.


Elena sat in a plush chair next to the door, waiting for the next human to walk through the door. She was wearing a form-fitting dress with a midnight black blazer and white heels. Her blond hair was curled, so it bobbed but didn't flatten when she walked. Her make-up was applied perfectly, and she looked amazing. She tapped her foot impatiently. She was waiting on a guest to arrive. Her informants had told her that a girl named Amorrie Sephora was arriving, and that she had a very strong will. "Nonsense, it can't possibly be so strong it needs my attention," she had said, but they had insisted. So here she was, waiting for a little girl to arrive. Five minutes passed. Then twenty. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Outside stood a young girl wearing a school uniform. She looked American, but with a bit of Asian blood in her--maybe Japanese? Elena plastered a smile on her face and opened the door. "Welcome, welcome! We have rooms open, would you care for one?" Elena didn't have to wait for the response. She knew what the girl was going to say; "Yes!" Elena smile grew a bit bigger and she lead the girl to the receptionist desk. "Here, sign here. No need to read the fine print." The girl slowly printed her name with wide eyes; yes, this girl is very aware. She knew that much. Elena would need to keep her eye on this one.


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Icarus Stronghold, Hotel Room.


Icarus lay on his bed, the silky sheets embracing his body. He closed his ice blue eyes and the images flashed through his mind again; a woman with large dragon like wings glaring at him, an athletic man looking at terror at him, and a few unspeakable thing; carnage, blood, bodies ripped apart. He shuddered. He felt a chill go down his spine, even though under all of these blankets he felt like he was in Hell's sauna. He began to pull off all of the layers, starting with his jacket, sweater, and then his jeans. He was left in his undershirt and undies when he heard a giggling outside of his room followed by the loud banging of running. He quickly pulled on some shirts and a clean shirt and stepped outside. "Hey, you idiots! I'm trying to sleep in here! @~Juvenile~Orion~" he yelled down the hall. He moaned and went back into his room. He then lay down back onto his bed and shivered again. Why did he have to be put next to the TWINS?


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Amorrie Sephora, Lobby.


Amorrie opened her eyes and found herself in an expensive looking hotel room. Her black hair was no longer in the braid it usually was, but now lay down in twilight waves. Her brown eyes sparkled, revealing beautiful golden flecks in them. Her white polo shirt and jeans was replaced with a sleek, low-cut dress. She gasped and rummaged around the room for a jacket or robe. "I am not going to walk around this place looking like slut," she muttered to herself angrily. She ripped open the closet to see a wide assortment of clothing. She grabbed a chic leather jacket and pulled it on. Then she grabbed the nearest set of shoes and put them on too; they were a pair of white flats. She moaned in agony, and gripped the door handle. Amorrie was not in the mood. Opening the door forcefully, she hit the wall with the door but rushed out into the hallway. Everything was posh and luxurious; HOW did she get here?
 

Ivria Lovelyn, Reception desk/Lobby to Pool

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Tap, tap, tap.


There was only but one human who walked in and nothing more. Few creatures in sight, even one human seemed to linger the lobby. Then there was Lovelyn. Leaned over the desk, eyes narrowing at the revolving door as each moment passed without a 'guest' entering, Ivria grew frustrated. Now she had a taste of a soul again, she wanted more to collect. After receiving the quite interesting Icarus after a very long time of not providing for anyone, Ivria remembered how delicious the ordeal was. Granted, she had only stopped taking souls for herself as a break. The souls, and bodies of the guests were very intoxicating to her, and she felt she could never really think straight without her judgement clouded.


Tap, tap, tap, tap-tap.


A red streak of hair fell over her vision from the lax styled bun she wore, not quite pinned to her head. It hung loosely, yet just tight enough to hold most of her hair in place and still look lavishly beautiful. Ivria pouted as she tucked the strand behind her ear as she straightened her posture to now lean sideways on the desk with a hip. Today, Ms. Lovelyn had kept her attire professional; a dark blue button down shirt tucked into some black pinstripe pants. She never really wore make up, truthfully. Ivria had natural darkening around her upper eyelids and very dark brown, thick eyelashes that could fool anyone into thinking she was wearing copious amounts of mascara. Even her eyebrows where thick and clean shaped. Man or woman could be brought head over heels at just the site of Lovelyn; whether of envy or lust. Her hands fluttered over the desk again, long nails pointed downwards to-


Tap, tap, tap.


Icarus. She had picked him for his ironic name. The tale of the boy who gave into his pleasure, and enjoyed it in naivety to his very death. Ivria had to hold herself back from chuckling at him when she first asked of his name when he stepped in not weeks ago. She was alive when the story happened in time, caught on by the gossip of the other sirens she surrounded herself with. He seemed like every other human she allured into signing away their very existence. It was when she spoke further to him, before she signed that she decided she wanted him. His soul was very large, very large indeed... Corrupt by constant emotions and anger, hidden away under such a handsome, never-changing blank facade. She could feel his potential. Just thinking about it made Ivria close her eyes and shiver with anticipation. His hatred for humanity was beautiful in her ice cold, blue eyes...


Her tapping paused as she turned her head to eye the door again, as if holding her breath for a mortal to waltz right in and...


Nothing.


Ms. Lovelyn's eyebrows lowered into a sinister, disapproving glare. Clenching her fists, she could feel her patience wearing thin. Maybe, instead of focusing on more souls, she should ripen the one she had, currently. Yet... He hasn't called for her all day so far. How frustrating... With this nagging in her mind, she made a fluid motion to the direction of the pool. The water seemed to be calling her lately, and it was just about evening... Kiyoshi would take over soon. He role in this time was unnecessary. With that, she walked the hall alone to the pool, not too far from the entrance. It didn't take long before she was at the poolside in her recurring dark blue color, this time a bathing suit. Of course with a silk blue cloth covering most of herself, her feet wadded in the warm water. A faint smile pulled at her lips, her now loose hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders and her robe slowly sagging from her shoulders and back, she tipped her head down to the ripples of the surface. In that moment, everything was gone. She could sit there for hours, watching the water tremble at her touch.


She lifted a hand every so gently, touching the surface with but two fingers, and lifted her hand. From it, her fingers held water to her skin that dropped, like light blue shimmering tears, back to the surface.


Drip, drip...


The water quivered.


It was here that she could hear the hustle and bustle of the creatures working the hotel. The walls seemed to pull of the actions and sounds off the rooms around the pool room, and echoed it back to Ivria; a reminder that the word still moved around her trance. She sighed, as if in a dream like state. Though not quite there to begin with, her smile faded and her eyes closed. She stretched in a slow, drowsy fashion as she heard the noises grow louder.
 
Icarus Stronghold, Hallway on the 5th floor.


He could still remember when he first came here. A striking woman had welcomed him, not the blond woman who does it now. She had red hair, like blood, and obviously wore no make-up. Icarus had seen plenty of women with too much make-up. She had said that if he ever needed anything, he just had to call. He wondered if she could stop those boys from running in the hallway. Sure, he was only a year older than them, but they were beginning to piss him off. "Ivria! @Venomarrah" he called. He sat up on his bed and pulled on his jacket again. Icarus attempted to straighten his pillows when he heard a knock on the door.
 
The Twins, still in a hallway on the 5th floor


Hearing someone yell at them (@Kitt) didn't make them stop at all in their game of tag. No, it actually just encouraged them, especially Aki who loved to bother people. Instead of directly going to pester the guest though, they just continued on with their game of tag, making sure to run back and forth past his room constantly.


"You won't ever catch me!!!" Aki yelled to his brother just as he passed the guest's door.


"Yeah I will, just you wait!!!" Ren yelled back, not because he wanted to annoy the guest but rather just because he had gotten a bit competitive in this game of tag. It didn't matter at all now if they got caught, they were too busy just having fun. Though most of Aki's amusement came from being irritating to the guest that had yelled at them, Icarus he believed the guy's name was. Thanks to Ren, the twin's never really talked to the other guests much so Aki didn't really know for sure if that was actually the guy's name. Ren didn't like really anybody besides his brother, and though Aki was quite fond of his brother too he wished to go and hang out with other people sometimes. But that hardly ever happened and bringing up the idea just caused fights between them so that's why they always ended up playing these ridiculous games together.
 
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Chris Layard, dining area.


"Chris! Clean up on table 13!"


Chris sighed as he had just finished putting all the plates away. His legs were aching and he wanted nothing more than to sit by the pool, wading in the water. Knockoff time was at... 12:00, for him. Damn. Fortunately, Demons don't need sleep, so Chris wasn't really worried about his energy for tomorrow. Hell, Chris avoided his bed, and if he needed to, he would sleep on the chair set in the corner of his room. "Chris! Clean table 13, damnit!" Chris sighed once more and pushing the cleaning cart over to Table 13. "Clean up on-" "I'm doing it!" The male shouted in response, tired of all the chef's complaining. In one smooth motion, he swiftly stacked all the glass cups and put them onto the bottom of the cart. He swept all the leftover food into the trash can, then stacks all the plates and brought them over to the kitchen. "Done! Y'know, there's no one here, why won't you let me off?" He mumbled to the chef, who, despite the lack of customers, was still busily chopping away at his board. "Knockoff time is at midnight. You know that." "But no one is-" "Boss wouldn't allow it." Rubbing his bored and soft-of tired eyes, he gave up on the conversation and went back to reading the menu for the 50th time.
 
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Asami Kohaku - The 5th Floor


( @~Juvenile~Orion~ )


"Oi! Watch where you're running!" The oriental woman shouted at the two that had dashed past her. She had a pile of sheets in her hands, ready to make a guest's bed. Her crimson irises flicked with the slight annoyance, but she dismissed their behavior. After all, she was Aki's provider, so she tended to make a few exceptions. Just a few though. Letting a soft sigh fall from her red-painted lips, Asami knocked on the door before waiting for a response... Nothing. She pressed her ear to the door... Nothing. So it seemed the guest was either a) sleeping or b) not in their room. Pulling out a key from her apron, she unlocked the door and let herself in. Sure enough, the room was empty. She stripped the bed and put on a new set of blankets.


"That's better," she said to herself, her hands on her hips. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth before she turned on her heel, walking out of the room. She walked out and closed the door behind her, brushing a few strands of light colored hair out of her face, though the locks were already in an up-do.


Nami Rei - Hotel Room, 4th Floor/Dining Area


The young adult rolled around on her bed, from one side to the other, the television playing in the background of her boredom. And damn, was she bored. It wasn't that there was nothing to do at the hotel - the activities were actually rather excessive - but she couldn't think of what to do, there was so much to chose from. She could go to the casino for a little bit, but Nami was never all that great at gambling. She could go to the pool, but what if there were too many people there? She could wander around the halls and strike up a conversation with anyone else who was lingering there, but she knew not everyone appreciated her presence.


A grumbling stomach interrupted her thoughts and the girl stopped her rolling, sitting up on her bed. "I guess I could always get something to eat," she thought out-loud to herself, giving a light shrug of her shoulders. Standing up, she grabbed her purse and pulled some cash out, sliding it into the pocket of her jeans before she walked out of her room and to the elevator. She could hear her stomach continue to make sounds as she thought about all the options she had before a 'ding' pulled her back to reality. Stepping out of the elevator, a smile adorned her still child-like features as she entered the dining area.

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Lancing Right- Kitchen





Lancing stood in the kitchen chopping up some greens with two long knifes in both hands and gave a glare to any one and everyone who stepped in his kitchen. With the lack of people in the dinning area he had little to do so chopping up the veg was the most he could commit to. As he was in his home completely calm he was rudely snapped out of it by a unwilling employee who was putting up a fuss to clean a single table. Lancing rolled his eyes at their conversation.


Finally, while in the kitchen he heard the ding of the elevator and was ecstatic to cook a real meal finally. He couldn't stand the wait he had been bored out of his mind.
 
Don Zom Bee/5th floor, corridor between elevators and guest rooms


An especially hopeful mood, Don Zom Bee can't wait to serve some humans. He stands in a corridor connecting to some guest rooms as he hears some noises. @~Juvenile~Orion~ Finally, it's his time to shine. Don takes care to do a once over of himself, he is looking absolutely exquisite. Though a rotting zombie, guests tend to love him, for he serves with a religious loyalty. He makes sure he smells good, speaks properly, and is always timely and full of vigor.


A couple of humans are moving down the hall quickly, making a ruckus. Don puts one hand over the other in front of him, straightening his posture. Woosh! Two boys rush past as Don speaks, "So, young men, what can I..." He wonders if the boys even noticed him. For a split second Don is saddened, losing his left arm. As his limb plops on the ground, a lack of blood spilling from his dead body, Don looks around. He wants to make sure there is no one else to serve here for the time being, so he can tend to reattaching his limb.


The floor seems to quiet for a second. Don works on his arm, placing it back in as he keeps watch. Another twenty minutes or so, that's how long Don would wait before heading to the casino. The thought of someone in the casino enjoying his service excites him, binding his arm back in place.


Sen/Lobby


A man sitting in a chair, reading a book. @~Juvenile~Orion~ Unmoving eyes scan the lobby. Why does he just sit there, different from the others about the hotel. Another quiet day, leaving Sen to his usual stalking of the living. Though usually following staff and guest alike, today this man was his interest. Standing against the wall, the one leading to the elevators, Sen might be mistaken for some weird wooden hat rack by someone who didn't know him. It's been known that children will play around with him, drawing on him or placing clothes on him, playing dress up as he remains still, as though he were inanimate.


Click clack, click clack. Even without knees or joints, Sen walks in unnaturally straight lines, though not very quietly, making stalking a very obvious operation. Standing behind Gii, a voice reverberating from his hollow body with an almost magical echo, "Why do you sit here, there are no others down here?" Sen stands straight, unable to bend his head up or down, as he awaits an answer. Sen, unlike other creatures, is extremely simple minded. Awaiting his answer, he is not capable of other thought, his mind is blank, and will wait for all eternity if need be, waiting for a reaction.
 
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Chris Layard, dining area.


The male carefully raised his head from the menu as he saw a woman come into the dining area. A smile spread across his lips as he grabbed his waiter's apron, tied it on, and took a towel from the laundry bag and flung it over his arm. He casually strolled up to the lady, a the welcoming smile still plastered on his face. He tried to hide the fact that his legs were shaking from his tiredness. "Hello Miss, and welcome to the Blue Dragon Hotel's dining area! Table for one, I presume?" Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and showed her to her table. He grabbed the menu from the table and swiftly handed it to her, not missing a beat. "May I interest you in the chef's special?" He asked gently, turning his head to the kitchen doors.


(@Party Poison)
 
Giichi Hiraga


Having sat there so quietly for such a long while, it was quite a surprise to Gii when someone suddenly came over and spoke to him. He glanced up at the wooden doll like man curiously. "I sit here because there are no others here. The quiet is nice for reading.." He answered simply. It wasn't so much that Gii preferred the quiet. He liked to party and do exciting things as much as anyone else but sometimes it was also just nice to sit and read. Gii liked having that kind of balance. Giving a small he said, "It's not a problem if I read here right?" Really he was about to get up anyways to go back to doing more interesting things.


@Pom Pom Express


(will post for my other 2 characters soon)
 
Elena Stone, Dining Area.


"Actually, I'd like to eat too," Elena said as she strode into the room. She took a quick glance around the room and she finally spot the waiter boy and the chef. "Is this place ALWAYS empty?" she growled in irritation. Elena was not going to be known as the owner of a dead-end hotel for petty humans. Not in this lifetime, or the next. She seated herself, plopping down onto the nearest booth. Her blond curls bounced as she walked, and unlike during the day, she was wearing a white and silver crop top with a leather jacket, and a pair of white washed jeans. It was really weird. She picked up a menu and looked at Chris expectantly. "Well?"


(@MattStriker )


Amorrie Sephora, 5th floor.


As Amorrie rushed down the hallways, she spotted a tall man in a suit in the hallway. I wonder if he needs anything, Amorrie thought. She walks up to the pale man. "Hi! My name is Amorrie! Are you lost, or do you work here?" she said, smiling. "If you do need help, I'm in room number 813. Feel free to come down!" she added, and she started down the hallway when a hand was put on her shoulder.


(@Pom Pom Express)
 
Chris Layard, dining area.


Chris gave a sigh as another person came in. He swiftly handed the person he was currently handling the menu, before turning on his heel to serve the next person. It was quite wondrous, actually, that another person came in. It was such a slow day. He could've fallen asleep on the chair for all he cares. "No, Miss, actually it isn't usually this empty. It's just a slow day, that's all." He handed her the Menu before pointing out various drinks and foods that she'd like. "There's the sizzling pork fry, what about the slow cooked salmon?" He counted all the things he suggested with his fingers, as he suggested on he would put a finger up. "Chef's special?" He finished, giving the woman one of his warm waiter smiles.





(@Kitt)
 
Ivria Lovelyn, Pool to Icarus' room


Eyes snapping open, Ivria heard her name called. She unconsciously licked her lips, as a sparkle gleamed in her eye.


Finally, he called.


In a moments notice, she was on her feet and dressed, speeding down the hall while pulling her length of hair up in her signature bun. The anticipation returned to her mind as soon as her skin dried of moisture; she could feel it leave her. Passing silently, dodging everyone else, she made quick work up the stairs and to his door. Three sharp knocks to his door, and she waited. Crossing her arms, she wondered what Icarus could possibly want. He almost never asked of her, usually off in his own world of his usual hate-the-world thoughts.


While waiting, twin guest sped past. Ivria glared at them with a cool eye as they made their way back down the hallway, connecting eyecontact. Lovelyn's look alone said; "This action needs to cease."


@Kitt
 
Ricardo, dining area


Still furious, Ricardo stormed out of the casino. Instead of going and getting a fresh change of clothes though, he made his way up to the dining area on the fourth floor. "Chris! Get me some vodka! You wouldn't believe the day I'm having.." He said, as usual using alcohol to solve his problems. Unlike humans, he got the nice feeling without it clouding his judgement or messing with his mind too much. It really was the perfect solution..except then he noticed Elena. Oh well, no big deal right? Flashing her a sly grin he chuckled a bit. "Well if it isn't the devil herself? How are you Miss stone?" He said coolly not at all caring about what she thought of his drinking habits. Really he had a good amount of respect for her but it was just not in his nature to care to much over anyone's opinions, hers included. He went and casually leaned against her table. "Not often I get to see your face around here."


@Kitt and @MattStriker
 

Nami Rei - Dining Area


( @MattStriker )


She could hardly get the word 'yes' out before he had already begun escorting her to her table, where she didn't hesitate in taking a seat at. The chairs were comfortable and the tables were always just the right height for her. Her ever-present smile remained as he continued to speak. "Oh, I think I'll just read over the menu," Nami replied, and she had to refrain from adding the word 'again' at the end of her sentence; after all, she'd dined here on more than a few occasions. Seeing as a few others had entered the previously empty area, she took that chance to look over the text printed in front of her as the male attended to the customers. There was so much to chose from, and her mouth was watering from the sight of just the words alone! After a few minutes of contemplation, she'd finally decided on what it was that she wanted.


"I'll have the penne with vodka sauce, please," she ordered the next time he came around, her hands resting in her lap, feet swinging just the slightest under her chair.

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Gretchen Eisenberg, 5th Floor


Gretchen licked her lips clean, her mouth left with a metallic, yet sweet taste all at once. She felt her fangs with her tongue, making sure they were hidden from view. She stepped carefully around the body that was littered in the storage room. A few drops of blood was left speckled on the clean linoleum floor, the clothes of the unconscious man was soaked with spots of blood.


"Crap," Gretchen whispered. Usually she was much neater, executing her plans with utmost precision, step by step by step. Except this afternoon, she had woken up unexpectedly, unusually thirsty. Spending the last three hours stalking a victim didn't help with her hunger either.


She quickly existed the storage room, locking the door behind her. Gretchen peered down the hallway, looking left and right; trying not to seem suspicious as she looked for a member of the staff. Spotting Don Zom Bee, Gretchen slinked quietly up behind him, and nudged him secretively.


"Darling, we're going to need a cleanup in that storage room. Things got a bit, uh, messy," she whispered sheepishly. @Pom Pom Express
 
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Elena Stone, Dining Area.


Elena grinned. Ricardo always brought a little fun to the Hotel, unlike elena, who brings a little darkness and fright sometimes. "Hello, Ricardo." she said, looking him in the eye with the smile still on her face. She turned to Chris. "Do you mind getting me a drink too? Vodka as well, please."


Elena looked again at Ricardo. "Anyways, I'm good. I can tell from your face that you were just in the casino, right?" she stated, watching his smile as it damped a bit. "I don't really come here often because, well, I don't get very..hungry,"she continued with a look of knowing in her eyes. The energy from human souls were enough to last her a decade, but sometimes she came down to the Dining Area just to have a bite and talk with the other staff. "So, how are you?"


(@~Juvenile~Orion~ and @MattStriker)
 
[Azumi Rosario - 5th Floor & Dining Area]


Azumi Rosario was intrigued, to say the least. It had been a long while since he had heard of any guest with a will strong enought to warrant the young Miss Elena Stone's persuasion, and yet it had happened today, with a young girl, no less. Of course, Azumi just had to meet this wonderous little human. With a purposeful stride, he set off towards the location of the girl. He found her on the fifth floor, and just as she began to walk, he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Hello, young miss." he greeted cordially. "My name is Azumi Rosario, and if you'll have me, I'd be delighted to be your personal butler for the duration of your stay here at the Blue Dragon Hotel." He smiled a gracious smile, his pearly whites shining despite the rather dim hallway lights. He proceeded to hand the girl a small bell. "Whenever you are in need of assistance, or perhaps simply company, please do not hesitate to ring. I shall heed the call of the bell unerringly. Good day, young miss." With a final bow, he walked off down the corridor, turned a corner, and was gone from the girl's sights. Once he was around the bend, he smiled. When he heard of the girl, he simply had to have her, and once she accepted his bell, she'd become one of his "contracted guests". 'Where to now...?' he thought absentmindedly. Suddenly, it came to him. "It's time I pay my little Nami a visit. After all, it is much overdue." @Kitt


Taking the steps two at a time, Azumi hurriedly made his way to the dining area, his senses telling him exactly where his tother "contracted guest" was. Currently, he saw his little human sitting alone at a dinner table, contemplating what she wanted to eat, as if she hadn't read the menu many times over. Just the the look on her face as she thought was... irresistible to Azumi. He silently made his way around the room to surprise his Nami. Azumi couldn't help but find the way the girl swung her feet under her chair incredibly cute, and just as she finished her order, he slipped into the seat next to her at the table. Recling so that the chair was somehow perfectly balanced on its two hind legs, he put one hand in his pocket and let another trail the very tips of Nami's soft tresses that he so loved to play with. "And how is my little Nami doing today?" he said with a practiced ease. His face curled into a smirk as he asked mockingly innocently, "Does the young miss need her personal butler to attend to... anything?" @Party Poison
 
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Ren and Aki, Fifth floor


As the twins raced through the halls it seemed they were becoming quite the disturbance to everyone around them, not like they cared though. They continued to run and shout, in what some might think is an obnoxious way. It wasn't until they passed Ivria that they stopped. Now, Ivria was no Ricardo but she could be much scarier in her own way and so, even though she didn't say anything, they slowed down a bit before stopping at the end of the hallway.


"Just for the record, let's say I won that round." Aki said with a rater smug smile on his face.


"You didn't win..It was a draw since Ivria stopped us.." Ren said, a little bit of a pout playing at his lips.


"Whatever. Now what are we supposed to do?"


"Go find someone else to bother maybe?"


"I like that idea."


And with that the two of them moved on to find a different person to mess with. As they were walking they noticed Asami (@Party Poison) in the hallway. Aki smiled and greeted the lady who was his Main Provider.


"Hey Asami,"


 
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Chris Layard, dining area.


Chis turned his head to the side as Ricardo stormed in. He wondering why he wasn't at the Casino? Gambling seemed to calm the man down. Never the kess, he back to busily scribble the orders down on his notepad, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. "Chef! One platter of penne with vodka sauce!" He began burst through the kitchen doors, grabbing plates and some cutlery. He swiftly burst through the doors again to put the plates down at Miss Stone's area and Mr Valentine's area. Busily running through the doors, he seemed to have a rush on working so fast. He liked the feel, for some strange irrational reason. He got the pair wine glasses, pouring the vodka into their glasses. "You seem to be in a sour mood, Mr Valentine." Chris found that he had to address anyone, including staff, Mr/Mrs or Miss when he was on duty. It was just to help him remember.


(@Party Poison, @Seraph, @Kitt, @~Juvenile~Orion~ )
 
Sen/Lobby


Sen pondered the man's answer as he answered his question, "There are no issues with reading here." Stopping at his usual awkward ways of answering questions, Sen remained standing behind Gii. Refraining from making noise to respect Gii's appreciation for quiet. Sen decided to continue watching him, awkwardly standing too close, not making a sound.


Sen usually picks a single person to follow each day, not out of his duty to security, but out of curiosity. He has no concept of personal space, so people tend to grow frustrated with him quickly. Anyone who knows Sen learns to keep the answers to his questions simple, putting him out of their mind, for he will follow them around regardless. Sen likes to think of himself similarly to a silent ninja, though not having knees, the stumps of his legs hit the ground hard as he walks.


Sen doesn't bother with security because he is part of the building. Most guests and staff know to summon him, should there be a problem, to give a few simple rasps on the wood, walls or floor. Though Sen can't become the hotel, he can manipulate the wood from anywhere, through the same magic coursing through the building and his own body. So he his able to do his duty competently even while going about his usual awkward business.


@~Juvenile~Orion~


Don Zom Bee/5th floor


Excitement shoots through Don's veins like ecstasy. A human! Don used to be human, though now he's dead, magically reanimated to serve this hotel. Unlike your typical zombie, Don is well dressed, intelligent, and well spoken. His voice, one sounding of royalty, deep and melodic, almost mesmerizing as he spoke, was only one of his many qualities that makes humans enjoy his company.


"Miss Sephora! I don't believe we've met yet, have we? My name is Don Zom Bee, and I am here to serve our guests." Keeping his straight stature and crossed hands, Don speaks with a surprisingly animated face, "I am one of the many butlers of this place," Don's voice flows slowly through, though not at a boring pace, but more one with a purpose, "though I must admit, you'll be hard pressed to find someone who will work harder to please, as is my one and only goal and duty."


With pride, Don informs Amorrie that he does the job of nearly everyone in the hotel, clearly past his job description. He fetches food, cleans messes, does the laundry, gives massages, and almost any requests, no matter how odd. Don stands by, his usual proud stance, as he awaits any job she might have for him.


@Kitt
 
Ricardo Valentine, Dining Area


Ricardo glanced over at Chris (@MattStriker ) as it was noted how sour his mood was. "Yeah, some bi.tch spilled her drink all over me back in the casino, so I'm not in the most pleasant of moods right now. Why the hell do we even allow people to have food in there?" He huffed, that venomous look coming over his face again but quickly disappeared as he calmed himself down. He sat in the seat across from Elena (@Kitt). It was clear he much preferred the company of, well, anyone who was not human. Humans were clumsy and ignorant so he much despised them. "I'd say I'm fine but that's an obvious untruth isn't it?" Ricardo told the demoness with a small chuckle.
 
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