Elysium Inn (Always Accepting Literate People)

[Ms Silver Lining]

Elysium Inn Profile Thread

Elysium Inn OOC Thread

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Located mostly hidden on a quiet street in New City lies a crumbling and worn building; a truly intimidating eyesore that catches the attention of those who happen to pass it. The windows are darkly tinted and the black paint is chipped on every wall but yet every year it still stands on an otherwise profitable district. Some say they see people go in and never come out, others say the place is haunted, but nobody dares go close enough to actually prove any of these wild accusations. However, this is all a clever ruse to keep those who are not meant to actually see what is behind those stainless steel doors that are missing their handles. If one was to venture past their fears and dive head first into the Inn itself, they would stumble upon one of the most extravagantly lavish interiors in the western world. This hidden gem is a safe haven for all races; predominantly those of the super natural persuasion, but all who enter begin to realize the true pull this mysterious building has.

In these modern times under the peaceful setting of everyday life there is a war between the humans and those who are not. The humans organized a secret Organization, C.L.O.A.K, that have studied the supernatural for more then centuries and their persistence have rewarded them. They've learned the weakness of many mystical beings and created weapons that turned the war ballistic; balancing the weight of this long battle. Even though this war was so large the C.L.O.A.K managed to clean up the damage before the next day and keep it hidden from every day humans who are oblivious to the matter. A year ago a mysterious person came to a lost skunk demon and told her of a job that could help others. This person brought her to a Inn meant to shelter others like herself and keep them safe from the war. He placed her as the owner and continued to give generous amounts of money it took to keep the place up but, the guest still had to pay for their rooms and service.

This safe haven is called Elysium Inn and it welcomes all who wish to take a brake from the rest of the world...

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● The first floor.

Front Lobby, Living Area, Dinning Area, Kitchen/Bar, Cafe, Indoor pool/spa.

● The second floor.

Library, Art room, Music room, Game room.

● The third floor.

Exercising room, Business/Computer room, two meeting rooms.

● The fourth floor and up.

Bed Rooms

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● To the north of the inn. ( New City – Shopping District)

In the northern part of New City lies the famed shopping district, this is where you can get every known good in the world that your heart could ever desire. There are malls, arcades, clothing stores, restaurants, and much more.

● To the east of the inn. (New City – Famous District)

In the eastern part of New City lies some of the most widely known locations in the world. Just to name a few would be The Statue Of Freedom, Center Park, Rockafellow Center, Liberty Island Ferry, and even the Art and History museums. Even with all of that, there is still a ton to see.

● To the south of the inn. (New City – Dancin’ and Drinkin’ District)

In the southern part of New City lie quite a few bars and clubs. Although this district is mostly only open during the night hours, during this time, this place is more lit up than Las Vegas. The most famous places in the southern district are the Blue Flamingo club, the Flaming Moe’s (a bar) and Kumo no Su (a burlesque house).

● To the west of the inn. (New City – Business District)

In the western part of New City is most of the actual CITY, where human and non human alike go to work and toil at their daily jobs. A lot of practical needs like hospitals and more basic needs lie here and tend not be very exciting.

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☁ Fall ☁

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January | February | March | April | May | June | July | August | September | October | November | December

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Cloudy | Foggy l Breezy | Windy | Drizzle/Shower | Rain | Hail | Snow

Extremely Hot l Hot l Comfortable / Warm l Chilly l Cold l Extremely Cold

Note: This role-play was a collective idea so all of the credit does not go to me.

[Ms Silver Lining]

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All Rules of the Inn Must Be Followed

● 1. You must be literate meaning more then five sentences a post. It's not hard. If you can't do this then don't bother to join. Do not use asterisks ( * * ), dashes/hyphens ( - - ) or tildes ( ~ ~ ), etc. for actions. Use quotations ( " " ) when your character is speaking.

● 2. Do NOT join and never return. This role play will grow, and friends become enemies, or enemies become lovers, or new friends will meet others and so on. If you're bored be creative and find something to do.

● 3. Do not ignore other role players.

● 4. Do not damage the Inn with huge fights and so on. Take stuff like that outside of the Inn. It's OK if the the inn is damaged a little... Just nothing dumb like "blows the inn up with a blink of an eye".

● 5. Play nice. No auto hitting, god modding, or power playing. This goes along with the no killing of other characters and so on. Auto hitting can be flexible if you do not abuse it. Power playing is only allowed if given permission, but I rather you not.

● 6. Put 'I Would Like A Room' as the subject when you send your profiles to Yoshkun. It may take some time but wait until he gives you the okay to join. If you don't have this titled your profile WILL NOT get looked at.

● 7. Use something showing that you are speaking OOCly. Ex. [[ ]], {{ }}, and so on. Please try to keep all OOC in the OOC Thread.

● 8. Enjoy yourself. There are two to a room. Keep romance and such PG-13 and swearing is fine every once in a while. Gaia TOS rules MUST be obeyed!

● 9. If you fail to let me know that you will be away for a while you will be ask to remove your character. Near the end of every month checks will be made to see who has been posting and who hasn't. If you haven't posted in over a month, you will be removed. I know everyone's busy but this can be avoided if you just let everyone know you can't post for a while. Post as often as you can.

● 10. You can have as many characters as you can handle. If you can handle four, go for it. If you can't handle more than one or two, don't make more than that.

● 11. This is a big rule so follow it. Be respectful to each other in the OOC thread as well or you'll get the boot (to the head) as my friend Kitsune says.


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Owner: Akame no Kitsune
Mods: Kitsune , Itetsuku


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Boss:
Janet P. Digger

Head Chef:
Valentino "Bob" Brugato

Chefs:

Butlers:
Butler One - Cerano Mancini-Boucher
Butler Two - Mizu Roiyaru III ( Front Desk Manager )

Maids:
Maid One - Iria Menouthis

Front Desk Attendant:

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~ There are Six members to a Group.

Commander Of Group One - Gustav
Cloaks in Group One - Hiro, Witch Hunter, The Suicide Medic, and Viper

Commander Of Group Two -
Cloaks in Group Two -

[Ms Silver Lining]

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[ Profiles ]

[b]UserName:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] [First and last]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [Description and/or links only]
[b]Personality:[/b] [Please stick to your character personality as best as possible]
[b]Power:[/b] [Two only]
[b]Weapon:[/b] [Three only]
[b]Room:[/b]
[b]Pets:[/b]
[b]Brief History:[/b] [Not too long and not to short more then three sentences is good.]
[b]Theme Song:[/b] [ No more then two ]

[b]Role play Sample:[/b] [This counts so make it good]

[ CLOAK Profiles ]
Please do NOT change Standard Equipment.

[b]UserName:[/b]
[b]Code Name:[/b]
[b]Real Name (Classified) :[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [Description and/or links only]
[b]Skills:[/b]
[b]Strongest Against:[/b] [ What type of power are they best against ]
[b]Standard CLOAK Equipment:[/b] [i][u]x2 Containment Grenade[/u][/i] – A force field generating midrange explosive used to seal off a 200yard radius around an area. Once thrown all humans captured inside are sedated except for CLOAK members. This field lasts for a maximum of 30 min and can go through solid buildings. No one can get out of or into the perimeter once the force field is released, not even the agent.

[i][u]x1 Berserker Shot[/u][/i] – A rapid release syringe containing a specially designed formula that temporally boosts subject’s adrenaline, muscle and skin density, and shuts down the brains pain receptors. Caution: Upon injection subjects may experience extreme pain. Use only in case of emergency. Warning: Does not create Super Humans; do not attempt to lift any vehicles. Effects only last five minutes.

[i][u]x1 Communication Device[/u][/i] – A small non-visible, voice-activated ear-bud used for two-way communication between agents and base. Also protects their thoughts from mind readers, set to send out a low-pitched frequency when triggered by an attempted mind breach, designed to distract and disorientate the mind reader. If the subject’s mind is breached the communicator is designed to completely wipe all CLOAK related information from the subject’s brain, until the reset signal is sent directly from CLOAK.

[i][u]Screen Boom Pellet[/u][/i] – A black smoke used to dissolve the force field generator incase of an emergency escape. Causes a temporary disorientation to all non-humans caught in its smoke. Effects vary by subject.

[u][i]Optical Enhancers[/i][/u] – Clear contacts that allow the users to switch between thermal and night vision. Also enhances the users reaction time and visual perception. Constantly worn.

[b]Weapons of Choice:[/b] [ Any armor or weapons. Three max armor does not count as a weapon but remember the time and setting of the rp ]
[b]Brief History:[/b] [Not too long and not to short more then three sentences is good.]
[b]Theme Song:[/b] [ No more then two ]

[b]Role play Sample:[/b] [This counts so make it good]

[Ms Silver Lining]

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● 4th Floor

1. (One Bed) : Iria Menouthis

2. Aman Outridge

3. Seraphina Edana - Valentino "Bob" Brugato

4. (One Bed) : Janet P. Digger

5. Sono Masuku

6. Namir 'Taiga' Jerusalem - Unique ‘Ezekiel’ Zebulun

7. Wanyūdō

8. (One Bed) : Tsuchigumo, goes by "Mama-san

9.

10. Vincent De Costello

● 5th Floor

11. Cerano Mancini-Boucher - Asher Ricdeau

12. (One Bed) :

13. Leon Julius Gamble

14. Kyoto Mori

15. Miwa The Sheep - Kiyoshi The Shepherd

16. (One Bed) :

17.

18.

19. (One Bed) : Val Nior

20. Mizu Roiyaru III - Gesso Iemanja

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The_Butterfly_Effect -- Joined: Mon Sep 21, 2009. Characters: Seraphina Edana and Isidora (i-sido-ra) Dulciate.

Akame no Kitsune -- Joined: Sun Sep 20, 2009. Characters: Janet P. Digger, Kiyoshi the Shepherd, Miwa the Sheep, and Unique ‘Ezekiel’ Zebulun.

Kitsune -- Joined: Mon Sep 21, 2009. Characters: Mama-san, Caelik "Dallas" Dainslef, Heiko Yaritza Almeida Senna Cavaco de Ataíde, Iria Menouthis and, Cerano Mancini-Boucher.

Vincent W Sinnet -- Joined: Mon Sep 21, 2009. Characters: Gesso Iemanja, Aman Outridge, Richard "Witch Hunter" Greaves, Valentino "Bob" Brugato, and Uzag Earfskorcha.

Itetsuku -- Joined: Mon Sep 21, 2009. Characters: Sono Masuku, Vincent De Costello, Leon Julius Gamble, Mizu Roiyaru III, Viper, Umiko Kigami, and Kyoto Mori.

Erstwhile Tiger -- Joined: Tue Sep 22, 2009. Characters: Namir 'Taiga' Jerusalem, The Suicide Medic, Wanyūdō, Baron Oswald, and 'Flying' Heaven.

Jyon -- Joined: Mon Oct 12, 2009. Characters: Asher Ricdeau.

- shinyaBBY -- Joined: Mon Oct 12, 2009. Characters: Zephyrine Anderson.

F0rk Tongue -- Joined: Sun Nov 08, 2009. Characters: Val Nior and Phoenix Cora.

superpiggi -- Joined: Fri Jan 01, 2010. Characters: Hadley (Brier) Hollis

[Ms Silver Lining]

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1st Announcement: We're open! Sep. 21, 2009



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● Jyon. - Is busy.

[Ms Silver Lining]

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Elysium Inn Profile Thread

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[Ms Silver Lining]

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[Ms Silver Lining]

❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❙❙❙❙❙Wσrd σf τλε Dαy✩

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

doff DOF, transitive verb:

1. To take off, as an article of clothing.
2. To tip or remove (one's hat).
3. To put aside; to rid oneself of.

Used in sentences:
After I finished sweeping, I grabbed my check, went to the locker room, and doffed the monkey suit, slipped into my jeans, sneakers and T-shirt and broke camp.
-- Reginald McKnight, White Boys: Stories

Any moment now and Max Linder would ride out from around the corner on a pair of white horses, fire blanks at a passing beauty, and doff his top hat to hide his face from the policeman.
-- Nina Berberova, The Book of Happiness

Benny doffed his cap grandly.
-- Thomas Maier, Dr. Spock: An American Life

And he became as a pillar of fire to superannuated peoples who had but to doff the lethargy of custom to find themselves young.
-- J. F. A. Pyre, "Byron in Our Day", The Atlantic, April 1907

Thursday, December 17, 2009

paroxysm PAIR-uhk-siz-uhm, noun:

1. (Medicine) A sudden attack, intensification, or recurrence of a disease.
2. Any sudden and violent emotion or action; an outburst; a fit.

Used in sentences:
But when he's on target -- and more often than not he is -- he can send you into paroxysms of laughter.
-- William Triplett, "Drawing Laughter from a Well of Family Pain", Washington Post, June 13, 2002

Dickens had a paroxysm of rage: 'Bounding up from his chair, and throwing his knife and fork on his plate (which he smashed to atoms), he exclaimed: "Dolby! your infernal caution will be your ruin one of these days!"'
-- Edmund Wilson, "Dickens: The Two Scrooges", The Atlantic, April/May 1940

Mrs. Bumble, seeing at a glance that the decisive moment had now arrived, and that a blow struck for mastership on one side or another, must necessarily be final and conclusive, dropped into a chair, and with a loud scream that Mr. Bumble was a hard-hearted brute, fell into a paroxysm of tears.
-- Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

Friday, December 18, 2009

diaphanous dy-AF-uh-nuhs, adjective:

1. Of such fine texture as to allow light to pass through; translucent or transparent.
2. Vague; insubstantial.

Used in sentences:
The curtains are thin, a diaphanous membrane that can't quite contain the light outside.
-- Eric Liu, The Accidental Asian

She needed more than diaphanous hope, more than I could give her.
-- Tej Rae, "One Hand Extended", Washington Post, August 12, 2001

This phantom wore many faces, but it always had golden hair, was enveloped in a diaphanous cloud, and floated airily before his mind's eye in a pleasing chaos of roses, peacocks, white ponies, and blue ribbons.
-- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

[Ms Silver Lining]

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[Ms Silver Lining]

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[The_Butterfly_Effect]

There was a faint breeze in the air, she could feel it against her hot skin, and see the leaves as they shook and filtered down from the trees to the path below, the shades of gold, red and brown piling up, her pounding feet stormed through without a moments pause, in fact Sera loved kicking through the leaves. Fall was one of her favourite times of the year, besides spring of course, she liked the colours of both seasons, but it was the current one that made the smile flash upon her lips. What better colour could there be than red or golden brown?
“Never a frown with golden brown…” She hummed beneath her steady breath, the headphones which nestled comfortably upon her head beneath the white hood of her jacket playing the song with those lyrics. She agreed, kicking another pile of leaves as the path turned a corner and she continued her steady jogging pace through the park.
The only reason Sera chose to run round the park twice a week, instead of use the exercise room at Elysium, was because she enjoyed being outside when running; not on a machine. Some technology that these Humans invented still baffled her to this day. She didn’t mind the weights or punching bag, those were fine in her opinion, but why would someone want to run on a machine and not be getting anywhere?

Slowing down a tad, she stopped beside a drinking fountain that was to one side of the path, briefly she tilted her head back to look up into the foliage of the thickly growing trees, her keen gold eyes narrowing. There were other reasons she enjoyed the park, for one thing it was incredible in its sheer size, with over eight hundred acres, Sera was impressed, there were a lot of things you could hide in this place. She had yet to come across any, but Sera was certain that Trolls lived under some of the bridges, either that or Pixies; she read a lot of human fiction. But then with the existence of C.L.O.A.K, she wondered how long Trolls or Pixies could last out here.
“Shame too…” Tearing her gaze away from the trees, there was nothing moving up there but leaves in the wind, Sera bent her head over the fountain to slake her thirst. It wasn’t that crowded in the park this time of day, still somewhat early in the morning, then again this was a big place and Sera liked to keep to herself when she ran.

Not that she felt hot, but Sera splashed some water over her face and neck, to keep up appearances, her short red-blonde hair sticking to the sides of her face. Wiping her hand across her face, Sera straightened up and lifted her arms into the air, stretching them happily as she hummed the melody of the song that now played. Along with the lyrics of ‘Desert Rose’ playing in her head, Sera cast her thoughts to the Inn and how, despite only having been in this city for two weeks, she already had a decent set-up. Elysium was a fine establishment, once you got past the decrepit front and steel doors that is, Sera had caught word of the place and after seeing what a gem of a geode this find was, she couldn’t help but feel the desire to keep it shining brighter than a diamond; and she did like diamonds.
Despite having more than enough wealth to live in a penthouse or a fancy mansion, Seraphina didn’t want that kind of hassle again; she’d had enough trouble with properties in the past as it is. Money was never an issue though, she had over a dozen bank accounts, all under different names, and some connected to her through ‘family’ means. She always thought it rather ironic, that despite being the only one of her kind, she had a very ‘large family’. Of course it was all a fabrication, a clever ruse to ensure her wealth remained safe and was not considered laundered money, but instead inheritance; much of her family history remains a mystery though and is kept private from the public, but once again, this is all a cover, as there is no family to speak of, Sera was never one to settle down long enough and most romances ended badly.

“I dream of rain~…. I dream of gardens in the desert sand…” Sera sang quietly as she started her jogging pace again, her modest plain trainers pushing their way through the leaves, red baggy sweatpants and a white hooded jacket; she was perfectly inconspicuous, besides of course that as she ran, her body temp would shoot up to one-oh-eight degrees Fahrenheit, though she simply looked like she was flushed and glowing from the workout. Briefly she thought about Bob and if there would still be leftovers from breakfast that she could pilfer; either that or stop by a hot dog vendor or fast food joint, anything to fill her already empty stomach. Then there was also Cerano, the pretty-boy-butler, Sera must have missed him this morning, either that or he had been avoiding her; though why he would even dream to, Sera had no idea.

[Ms Silver Lining]

::: Μιωα τλε δλεερ ❤
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Miwa was checked into the Elysium Inn two days ago and it wasn't until this morning until her thick eyelashes fluttered opened. Large round deep pink-reddish eyes rolled around their sockets taking in her foreign surroundings. Half her face was pressed into her pillow and her thick curly locks cascaded down her back. She blinked slowly while her mind gradually caught up with her body. Once she fully understood she pressed her hands down on the bed and pushed her upper body up so quick that the pain should have made her fall back down. However, the scared and worried emotions racing through her blood temporally shut down the pain. Her hair twisted and fondled over her shoulders as she looked to her left and right in search of Kiyoshi. When he was no where to be found in the room fear easily settled in her stomach and churned a empty stomach into knots. She pushed the heavy blankets off her small body and slid her dainty bare feet to the warm carpet floor. The baby blue silk night gown fell down past her knees and the white ruffles tickled the tops of her feet. She combed both her hands into her hair, she had too much hair for her fingers to run through easily so she normally just held her hair back.

When Miwa was brought to the inn she was unconscious and covered in battle wounds. Her injuries were so bad that it was amazing that she healed so quickly. Her soft peach skin was left with one scare that ran across her hip and up her back. She didn't know what to think. She didn't know if they made it out alive or this was a stage in the next life. Luckily she caught the note Kiyoshi wrote falling to the floor. She looked at the open window and walked over to the sheet of paper. As she leaned over to pick the note up her hair fell over her shoulders reaching for the floor. She held the card up to her face and read the words to herself,

"If you're reading this Miwa I'm sorry I'm not here. Don't panic you're in a safe place its a Inn. Just stay put and I'll return soon. I mean it Miwa. Don't go wondering around unless I'm with you." She grinned and flipped the note care between her fingers to see if there was anything on the back. She felt herself relax more as she sat the card down on the desk with two fingers still pressed against the surface. Did he really think she would sit in this room and wait for him to come back. She had no idea where she was and being in enclosed rooms for too long made her nervous. She looked around the room for her things and couldn't find a thing. Kiyoshi liked to keep everything clean while she was more of the pig. Tossing things left and right in an organized mess. It was only when Kiyoshi began to clean that she could never find anything. She looked down at the long night gown and looked around the room once more. She was much too lazy to open and close things. She was use to her things being hung and ready in a place she could easily see. Yes, she could have opened a dresser or closet and find a dress and accessories but, she didn't feel like it. Kiyoshi most likely had already done the shopping he needed for her and he was now out for himself.

She spotted room slippers and jumped with a phase of delight. Quickly the sheep hurried to the slippers, slipped them on, and was out the door without thinking to grab the key Kiyoshi left behind for her. Miwa only did senseless things when she was hungry. Forgetting to check for a room key, not waiting for Kiyoshi, leaving in her night gown and so forth. Although, she felt the gown could pass for a light dress but the slippers ruined the idea. Either way she didn't care. After the door had shut behind her she stood in the hall for a minute or two. Then sniffed the air in search of the smell of food. While she sniffed her way down the hall and stairs she seemed to have gotten herself lost. The smell of food traveled through vents and vents lead to different parts of the inn, therefore she was easily diverted in wrong directions. So she wondered the halls less with her nose and more with her eyes gazing around corners and down different hallways before turning around to walk the other way.

[Vincent W Sinnet]

"Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes."

How could one resist the smells wafting through the air? Hazelnut cinnamon rolls, Frittatas as well as the rest of the normal breakfast fair. Sausage, Bacon, Hashbrowns, Toast with many assortments of handmade jams, plenty of coffee as well as orange juice. Bowls of fruit, set out for those who didn't need such a hefty breakfast in their stomach. Plates upon plates of food were brought out large room, with many tables set out to accommodate the residents. Though one large buffet table carried the great amount of food. Plates of fine make and silverware was stacked at the ends. Mugs were spread out around hot pots of coffee and cups where stacked next to the pitchers of Orange Juice. All of the tables had fine white tablecloths spread out over them, as well as expertly folded napkins adorning them. The room the dark brown of the wood it was made of with dim lighting, which gave it a comfortable and inviting atmosphere. Everything was prepared, set out and ready to be eaten by the residents of the Inn.

On the far end of the room on the left side, near the double doors that led into the kitchen, sat the large mahogany bar with matching stools set out in front of it. Bottles of liquor was stacked up at the back of the bar along with glasses to accompany them. Sitting inside this bar, with his head propped up with one arm that rested on the smooth surface of the bar, was Valentino Brugato. Though for whatever reason he went by the much simpler name of "Bob", he had ever since his death. Bob was in fact a dead man, a walking corpse, a zombie, a wretched abomination. But by whatever foul force that keeps the man amongst the living, also keeps him in fit form. With an active bloodstream with cells of the highest regenerative capabilities, Bob is able to maintain a form which doesn't look decayed and decrepit. But that doesn't do much for his appearance to begin with. Don't be fooled, it's not that he isn't a handsome man. Tall and thin, Bob could be considered svelte and graceful in appearance. However, dark bags underlie equally dark eyes. Eyes which seem to be stuck to a permanent glare. His black hair is not displeasing, though it is enough length that it disturbs his eyesight at times. Though a simple brush of the hand fixes this.

Even now Bob's eyes were contorted into the same glare he always wore. Most knew that this was Bob's default expression and that he wasn't necessarily angry about anything. In fact, most prefer this to Bob actually smiling, which was far more disturbing. Sharp, shark like teeth line Bob's mouth, aside from his very front. These retained a human shape. If Bob did smile, it was a toothy grin, his teeth where white and perfectly aligned, which made some even more uncomfortable. However, Bob did not crave flesh or brains or any such nonsense. If Bob did have a craving it was certainly sweets. With Bob's one free hand, he guided a bar of orange flavored chocolate into his mouth. His sharp teeth were revealed momentarily as he bit down on the chocolate. Bob chewed slowly, savoring the sweet taste. Bob often did things at an even pace, he didn't rush for anyone. Such selfishness was Bob's style and he wasn't afraid to admit it either.

Bob however did accept the great deal of responsibility put upon him, after all, he was responsible for every empty stomach of this Inn. Bob was the head chef of this Inn's kitchen, which meant that not only did he have a hand in the actual cooking of the meals, but also in the planning and management of the other chefs of the inn. What chef's that could actually stand Bob's selfish and bitter personality enough to stick around anyways. Most couldn't deny his skills in the kitchen though and some enjoyed learning from him. Bob also took hold of a lot of responsibility, while Bob had a set schedule for breakfast, lunch and dinner, he often manned the bar when not helping in the preparation of meals to serve those whose schedules didn't exactly coincide with the one he had set in stone, to make them whatever they might be craving. Even at the latest hours of the night, after all Bob had the stamina of the undead, since when did he need to sleep? Which was evident from the dark bags beneath his eyes. Though he did take a nap every once in a great while. It wasn't like he wasn't incapable of sleeping, he just didn't need to. So Bob was there, to prepare a hot meal at even the latest hour for those who needed it. As a chef, Bob was very dedicated, as a person Bob was an a**. Sarcastic and bitter to most, less so to those who knew how to exploit his weakness for sweets.

Bob sat idly munching on the chocolate bar, which was one of a stack that sat on the bar. Bob looked out to the rest of the Dining room, it was breakfast time and he hoped people would begin showing up before it got cold. The rest of the chefs were likely eating in the kitchen. Of course the rest of the staff was welcome and, to Bob, expected to arrive for breakfast with the rest of the residents. It might seem a little uncouth, the staff eating with the guests, but the food was served so it was time to eat. That was that. Bob sat, his casual glare directed towards the entrance to the dining room while one hand propped his head up and the other fed the chocolate into Bob's mouth. It was Bob's only joy that others enjoyed his food, though it seemed he was hardly capable of joy at all.

[Kitsune]

The day started early for one Cerano Mancini-Boucher.

He was up with the sun, as required of his job despite the fact that he lacked a true position, and he was showered and dressed in uniform long before the head chef finished breakfast. It really didn't take the man all that long to prep himself. The matagot went to bed beautiful and woke up positively stunning, or so he liked to think. There were never bad hair days, bouts with facial blemishes or days where he just felt...bleh. No, those were imperfections he never had to contend with. It even extended to his clothing. He could sleep in his uniform and he'd wake up with nary a wrinkle or unsightly fold. They were always clean, neat and orderly, unless he chose to change that. Cerano rarely fastened his shirts to the established height and always left just enough open to tease the ladies. And tease them he did. Though he had no interest in them beyond friendly relationships, he did enjoy teasing them just for the reactions he'd get. Always so varied, and always amusing. He spent a little extra time in the bathroom this morning and that spared him from a run in with the inn's main benefactor. Seraphina was pretty--for a girl--and generous all things considered, but the woman was ruthless when it came to him. It was all in fun, he was sure, but he could live without her reminders of his debt and how he'd never be free of it. No matter how truthful it was. Cerano tried to keep that debt as far out of mind as possible for the sake of his own sanity. To have lived a debt-free life growing up only to land in one so deep and maturing that he really could see no way out of it... Such a fate should never have befallen him! These thoughts plagued him up until he found his reflection in the mirror on the bathroom wall. As usual, he spoke to his mirror image and he always said the same thing every morning when he felt he was prepared to face the day. 'Perfection, thy name is Cerano.' A shame he could not sparkle, though. That was all he needed to make him truly magnifique. Cerano switched off the bathroom light after spending an hour in there and strode into his room.

There was a lived in quality to his living space unlike all the other rooms in the building. Considering this was more of a residence for him than something more temporary, the matagot saw fit to spruce it up with things that suited his taste more than the tastes of the woman who owned the inn. There was a large vintage trunk pushed up against one wall where he kept his colorful costumes from his brief stint as an actor and a performer at Mardis Gras down South, a smaller trunk filled with magician memorabilia from his days as a street performer and he also had a rare linen corset mannequin from the 50s and a chest of fabric and patterns from his most recent venture into the world of fashion design. There was a host of other odds and ins stashed in his closet from previous ventures, but they were collecting dust now. Cerano was a dabbler and also interested in amassing a fortune of his own. He'd never do that working odd jobs around an inn where any money earned went straight to his ever building debt. Aside from junk gathered from his previous jobs, he had a few posters on the walls, most of them featuring plays and performances in the theaters along Wideway, otherworldly decor in the form of odd statues and relics and so much silk, lace and velvet around that one might wonder if he was actually a woman. Or he was at least sharing his room with one. Which he wasn't. Cerano stayed alone, but not out of choice. He had had a few roommates in his time since joining the staff a year ago. Most he chased off with his flamboyant ways. People in this day and age generally didn't like touchy feely and Cerano was that type. If he liked something, he touched it. If he loved it, he rubbed himself all over it. It could have been a result from either of his parents--matagot or cat. Whether it was one, the other, or both, it felt perfectly natural to him, but it was creepy and just plain weird to everyone else. He chased many out because of his ways, but he was hopeful. Today might be the day when he'd get a roommate who wouldn't scream bloody murder if he kissed their cheek, hugged them or climbed into bed with them late at night.

He paused at his window and pulled the heavy red velvet curtains back in order to take a look at the world outside. It was a beautiful fall morning and he could only imagine how brisk the air was. He didn't dare open the window, positive he'd catch a whiff of something god-awful. It might have looked like a beautiful day, but they were in the city and cities, unfortunately, reeked. It was then that he realized he was late. Cerano wasn't sure what menial chores would take up his time today, but he was positive the boss-lady would lay an egg if he was late in doing them. He stepped away from the window and paced the floor, running through a brief mental exercise meant to bolster his patience and steady his nerves. It wasn't until another ten minutes ticked by that he finally ventured out of his room, shutting the door softly behind him. The smell of breakfast still permeated the halls so there was a good chance there was something left for him to snatch up before getting to work. And if on some odd chance the boss-lady was down there and in a foul mood, he could always try to kiss up to her and get on her good side.

The matagot made his way down the stairs and paused, catching sight of a pretty little thing dressed in a gown that certainly wasn't street legal and a pair of slippers walking down the hall. If he were a wolf, he would have pounced on her for sure. Thankfully, Cerano was more cultured than that. Having no memory of a name to pair up with her face, he was left with the assumption that this was a fairly new guest and they were probably hopelessly lost. "Ah," he began, taking a step toward the nearest wall and leaning a shoulder against it casually. Even that simple motion was elegant and the nonchalant pose he took was worthy of gracing the front cover of a magazine, or at least a full page spread inside. He flashed the girl a charming smile and slipped on his right glove, tugging it into place before slipping the left one on. Surrounded by an amiable air that seemed to bear nor hide ill intent, the matagot gave no signs of being a creature Miwa should fear. "Are you lost, mon chéri?" he asked.

[Kitsune]

Elysium was turning out to be a wonderful place; one quite fitting for its name. Mama-san, renowned for her impossible to please tastes and incredibly high expectations, had walked the busy district three nights ago in search of a place to stay. Every hotel and inn she came across could not match her impossible standards, though. The exterior was either too drab or too gaudy, the interior too plain and no where near refined. The spider youkai would never lower herself to stay in such disgusting dives, especially on her mini-vacation. Granted she was only going a few blocks to "get away", but she honestly couldn't go too far. She left her children in charge of her little empire and she would be a fool to trust they could handle it while she went traipsing halfway across the continent for the sake of a break. Looking after children was such a chore and looking after one-hundred children was a Herculean task! Her eldest daughter seemed to have the most sense out of all the brood so hopefully she could manage things for a few days. Mama-san also hoped she'd have a business to return to.

The woman ended up walking clear across the district, her pace quick and her sashay never tiring. Many easily recognized the busty woman clad in what one would consider a Tokyo Pop outfit; only vaguely did it lean toward the true Japanese style and it was far more revealing. A kimono-style top cut off at the midriff, disconnected bell sleeves, a hakama-style mini skirt with slinky fishnets as thin as spider webs and a pair of six-inch stilettos so thin they were likely impossible for a human to wear much less walk in while carrying two suitcases and a bamboo basket on their back. There were many a whistle as she walked down the street, mostly from the degenerate scum she wouldn't spare a sidelong glance to, and a few dared call her name. She was "Mama-san" to many, but only a handful knew the truth about her.

After visiting two more places and finding them unsatisfactory, Mama-san came across a drab little building that hardly looked like it was worth her time. Normally she would have kept going, but something about the place seemed to pull at the ancient part of her tucked deep inside. She prepared herself to be disappointed, but a part of her was still so very excited as she opened the door and stepped inside. What greeted her upon entering was something beyond her scope of imagination. It was absolutely gorgeous! So gorgeous that she immediately declared she would be staying there even before she checked to see if they had any vacancies. From that point on, it had been one wonderful experience after another. Her room was perfect, the food was perfect and the staff weren't hardly as annoying as those in the hotels run by humans. The spider-woman made herself right at home and by the fourth day she was seriously wondering if she could bring herself to leave this wonderful place. Especially after she took the liberty of decorating her suite to suit her tastes. Surely a few more nights away from home wouldn't cause that much trouble...

Sitting up on her bed in her lacy red lingerie, the vacationing businesswoman was in the midst of polishing her fingernails a very vibrant shade of red when the unmistakable scent of food slipped into her room. It was hard for the already famished woman to ignore and it was more than enough to draw her from her thoughts of returning home to what this inn had to offer. Mama-san glanced back at the human-sized bundles of silk strung up on a large spider web in the corner of her room. None of them were moving as if they contained live prey, though they probably had been at one time. "I do have breakfast already... But what they have down there smells a lot tastier." She started to salivate and quickly wiped the side of her mouth with a handkerchief she had on hand. That decided it. With her thoughts focused on strips of piping hot bacon, sausage, ham and syrupy hotcakes, Mama-san quickly slipped into a short red and white kimono lined in red fuzz and her red high heel slippers with the same red fuzz adorning the tops. She also slipped on her bamboo basket, ignoring the sound of clawing nails coming from inside it. "I do like it when you struggle so," she said to the basket before glancing back at the silken bundles on her web. "It helps build up my, mm-hm, appetite. Ku-ku-ku-ku..." She sashayed out of her room, closing the door behind her before making a beeline straight for the dinning room on the ground floor. All she had to do was follow the delectable scent as it tickled her starving taste buds. Oh what wonderful delights did Bob fix up today? By the time she set foot down on the first floor, her stomach was roaring for food--something it hadn't done in centuries. Only good food could cause that reaction. 'Patience,' she cooed. 'You'll get your meal in time.'

She stepped into the dinning room and called out to those seated inside, her eyes sweeping across the room to take in each and every one. "Good morning, all! What's on the menu today? Something delicious, I'm sure." Her eyes immediately sought out the buffet table and her feet were quick to carry her over to it. It all looked as good as it smelled and Mama-san fought against that urge to start salivating again. She couldn't figure out where to start but she knew she had to come to a decision soon. The food wasn't getting any warmer and her stomach was getting any fuller.