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GalaxyCommander Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:17 pm
OOC: The receptionist is a guy... and I believe Managers room is the office...
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:24 pm
(( RikoSeryuji The only maid sitting behind the counter at this time didn't seem to be paying much attention to Argent, let alone anything else. She was too busy sitting down with headphones on listening to music. However, she glanced up by chance, and looked around for someone else to help him. Seeing nobody else there, she sighed. Chick))
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GalaxyCommander Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:31 pm
OOC:
Doh hits head (FAILURE) lol
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:33 pm
((Its okay. It happens to the best of us XD. But Eastwood knows when there are women present. To the managers office!))
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 1:45 pm
:: With a soft sigh and a dazed look upon his face, a strange man enters the hotel. He seems to be caught in awe upon the place, but not of wonder nor disgust. He wears the clothes of a Japanese priest, commonly a bright bleach white, but now soiled in filth and grim from long travels and small chance to proper etiquette. On his hands, a long line of clothes wrap around his fingers and hands, disappearing into the the long sleeved clothes. Hanging by his side, a simple made steel Katana sits in its black sheath. It is of course a strange site behold, a weapon of death around a man of the clothe. But he carries it well and not unfamiliar with its use. The last piece of decorative upon him is the simple set of prayer beads, hanging around his neck. At its bottom, it holds both a symbol for peace in the form of a medallion and a strange cross of bronze.
Paying no attention to anyone, he just waits patient while absorbing the place around him. ::
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 1:46 pm
"may i help you sir?" Said a male maid at the receptionist desk
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 1:54 pm
:: Finally paying some attention to the male receptionist, the man pulls up his scarf a little to hide his face and the straw hat so only the simple gray of his eyes can be seen.::
"Well, that is an interesting question? What could you assist me with? Specifically, I don't know what you could help me with."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 1:55 pm
a little bit puzzled the male maid replied, " Well if you would like a room here i can give you a room..."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 2:00 pm
"Ooh, this is an inn! I am sorry. A room would actually be most appreciate. Though, what is the currency here?"
:: Pulls a bag of both yen and ryo and pours them out onto the table. ::
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 2:02 pm
" the inn is whatever you want to pay. so you decide while i get you a key."
t*turns around and grabs the first key he sees. " hmmm west wing. okay." he said to himself.
"Here you go sir, the room is off to the right."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 2:06 pm
:: Looking confusingly at the currency and then at the key, he sighs and leaves the coins there. It was quiet worth the peaceful rest in a bed and the use of washing facilities not granted to him as he travels. Taking the key, he bows.::
"Thank you, May good fortunes be brought upon you in your future and may your mind find peace."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:10 pm
 A teenage boy stumbled into the hotel, panting with a shocked look on his face as if he had ran to get here. Without giving a logical explanation as to what had happened to him he dove behind a couch, knocking over a stack of magazines nearby onto the floor and scattering them all over the place.
Outside, three men raced past, perhaps indicating that they had been chasing him. David waited until they were gone then got out from behind the couch and dusted his shirt off. "Thought'd I'd never lose 'em." David tended to have bad luck like that a lot, though there was an actual reason on why.
He walked up to the receptionist desk and slammed his hands on the counter, as if trying to make a large scene. "Heeeey! Where's the guy who gives people rooms and stuff?"
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GalaxyCommander Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:26 pm
The well dressed male receptionist looked over at him, "Stop being so demending." He stated then looked at the boy and grabbed a key with a number, "The East wing sound good to you?" HE stated as he started handing the boy the key.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 3:55 pm
David raised a finger and got a serious look on his face, as if he was making an important point. "Yeah...only you guys are like the employees and stuff and I'm the customer so that means you're supposed to be nice to me no matter how demanding I am....what's the East wing?"
He snatched up a piece of paper on the desk in front of him before the man could respond and scanned over it. He murmured to himself, thinking aloud. "So the East wing is the place for dark creatures and things that are all evil and creepy and stuff and who might want to try and kill me or suck my soul out...cool.... Ooh, they have a bar!"
He set the paper back down and opened his mouth to say something. He trailed off though to turn and stare at a rather skimpy-dressed woman as she walked past then looked back at the man. "Okay, the East wing is fine with me."
He snatched the key and looked back at the mess of magazines he had made earlier when he knocked them over. "..." His arms stretched outward, as in got longer, and scooped them up then set them back on the table in a slightly messy stack. He spun around and walked away to find his room.{exit}
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 6:12 pm
Kai walked in to the hotel. He had heard that a young girl named Mayumi Hinoski was here.
He walked to the front desk and rang the bell once. "Hello?" he called. "My name is Kai Hinoski, I'm looking for a room here."
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