The Inn (DNP)

[Laybunny]

On a cold, dreary night on October 4th, 1987, two murders were caused nearby an apartment complex, of Alexandra Comade and Stephen Comade, a brother and sister who own a local inn outside of the city. Due to the media coverage and the lack of available family to take over the inn, it quickly went out of business and soon it's name completely disappeared from anyone's memories. More than two decades later, a mysterious group of people get invitations from the inn-- a free stay for the weekend, all expenses paid, as part of a deal to get the inn recognition again as it now has been resupplied with new workers who are making it good as new.

The inn is now prettied up, ready for guests, four floors of pure beauty and dedication all started by the two sibling owners. Now they have been replaced by two new owners. However, this is something a little off about this inn. Upon entering, the inn owners have you sign your name on a paper that bounds you to the inn... forever. If one wants to escape, they must pass a series of tests beginning on the fourth night. There are four large tests, and four smaller tests. And there are four rules you are told while signing your name:

✗ You must sign your name for the inn using the inn's pen.
✗ You cannot be out of your room at 4 in the morning until 6 in the morning... for maintenance, apparently.
✗ Do not damage hotel property.
✗ Enjoy your stay . . .

[Laybunny]

The Inn has many facilities to use, including:


The Pool
The Garden
The Dining Room
The Entertainment Room
The Help Desk
The Guest Rooms
The Sauna

[Laybunny]

The inn is four stories. The first number of the room shows the story. Therefore, rooms beginning with "1" are on the first story, "2" are on the second story, etc.

Name - Room

Rosalinda - 405
Chuck - 407
Volcom - 302
Gojie - 300
Quest - 409
Kimberly - 306
Locke - 304
Stephanie - 308
Ruth - 300
Yamataru - 400
Harrison - 309
Ling - 301

1/2 - two groups of six
1/4 - four groups of three
Partners - two people

[Laybunny]

xxxxxx✗ The Flood
Shocked: Stephanie, Ling, Kimberly, Chuck, Quest, Rose
Not shocked: Locke, Gojie, Volcom, Yamataru, Ruth, Harrison
xxxxxx✗The Milford (1/2)
Two groups are separated by a glass wall. One group is presented with buttons that they may press in order to "punish" a player, and they must decide on a player to punish. The other group is defenseless to do anything. The punished player will receive an injection that completely paralyzes them, putting them into a comalike state for a few days, where the only thing they can do breathe.
xxxxxx✗ The Disorder
Body: Volcom
Stephanie
Gojie
Quest
Ruth
Rose
Weapon:
Chuck
Locke
Ling
Harrison
Yamataru
Kimberly
(1/2)
xxxxxx✗ The Getaway 1/4
Two groups of 4 are selected for the chance to "get away" at the gates. If they leave, the rest of the players continue the game and one player at random is punished. If not, they are returned. The other players are put into a room with a television set that state the results in basic wording
1. yamataru, ling, volcom
2. Locke, Stephanie, Harrison
3. Chuck, Gojie, Rose
4. Quest, Kimberly
xxxxxx✗ The Closure (1/4)

xxxxxx✗ The Feared (Partners)
xxxxxx✗ The Secretive (Partners)
Two partners sit in a room with secrets written on paper slips. They have five minutes to converse before being put in seperate rooms with two buttons. Saying "yes" will reveal the secret to everyone else's screen. Saying "no" will keep the secret, but the player will be punished if later revealing the secret when they promised "no" during this trial.
xxxxxx✗ The Sacrifice (Individuals)

[OrangeHue]

A blue haired teen grinned in the back of his limo, staring out the window in excitement, He was excited to see that he won a free trip to an inn, he never even entered into a contest for it. Though, he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass him by, it was like an adventure. He loved experiencing new things. He began to dig around in his short pocket with his tongue sticking out of his mouth as if it took concentration to pull out the post card he had gotten in the mail. He stared at the address for a moment and then looked to the buildings he was approaching, "Okay, stop here!" He instructed his limo driver. The boys older friend parked immediately up against the curb, behind a ginger haired teenage boy who seemed to be holding a similar post card while he looked up at the building.

The limo driver looked back toward the young master with a concerned furrowed brow look, "Are you sure you're okay going here on your own?"

"It's just a two week vacation, I'll be fine." Gojie reassured, patting his limo drivers shoulder as he opened the door, "You'll be picking me up before you know it!~" The happy-go-lucky boy hopped out of his limo and slammed the door shut, wakling forward beside the red-headed teen. He glanced over a few times at the boy and after annalyzing the boys clothes and hair he smiled, chuckling lightly, "Hey Volcom, whatcha doin out here?" He wondered, knowing the boys economical status would never allow him to afford to stay at a nice hotel like this.

Volcom glanced up at the blue haired friend and narrowed his eyes, "For your information I got a postcard for a free stay for two weeks!" He informed as if needing to prove a point. Gojie only chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, as if trying to reassure he wasn't trying to pick a fight.

"Alright, alright, geeeeeeeeezzzzz...." He sighed out the last word, as he looked up at the tall building curiously, then down at his postcard, checking to make sure the address matched. He glanced at the card in Volcom's hand and puckered his lips for a moment in thought, "That's kinda weird that we BOTH got the same postcard thing, dontcha think?"

Volcom agreed but gave Gojie a condescending look as if the blue-haired rich kid said something completly retarded, "It's just a promotional thing, idiot" He spat at him as if he were an all-knowing genious being asked stupid questions.Gojie frowned but let it go as he approached the front doors, about to open it up for him and his friend, but stopped short as a black sedan pulled up in front of the hotel. He couldn't help but watch being naturally curious. A young woman stepped out of the passenger seat of the car, wearing black fedora over her snow white lockes. Her violet colored eyes scanned the two boys curiously before falling on the back door to the car where another young woman came out slowly. She blushed at the two boys she spotted already at the front of the hotel and shut the door behind her, pulling down the short skirt she wore that barely covered her hips, as if suddenly self-conscious. She crossed her arms and played with the straps that fell over her shoulders as she stared down at her feet. The more mature girl leaned in the passenger window, "Thanks for the ride, dad." She waved him off and leaned back as he drove away. She brushed off her silk sleeves and business skirt before trotting in her boots toward the two boys, "Let me guess, you guys got the postcard too?" She rose a brow, looking curiously to the hotel as her friend trailed behind her.

"yep! Isn't it neat! We all get to be here together!" Gojie smiled in celebrations, seemingly dropping his earlier suspicion, deciding to keep it to himself since he got the poor response from his colleague. He seemed quiet and put to himself now, most likely not wanting to speak to the girls he's had such an awkward past with.

"Hm..." The girl seemed to reside in her thoughts, if she was suspicious of the hotel, she didn't let it on, and even if she was, she wouldn't run away, she'd wish to investigate it further. So it wasn't much of a surprise when she walked past Gojie and grabbed the handle to the glass door and pulled it open, walking in to the front desk, leaving Gojie to shrug off being ignored.

"I-It's nice seeing you again," Rose nodded her head to them before rushing in her heels to the door and pulled it open to follow her friend into the building. Her voice did sound a bit disappointed, and she was to be honest. She was looking forward to the 'girls vacation' her friend had promised when they discovered they both got a postcard for a free two weeks at a nice hotel.

Volcom looked down in disappointment, just knowing those girls were here was enough to make him change his mind about coming... but he already told his dad he was going to be leaving, he stood wondering if he should go back and disappoint his dad about having the house to himself, or go ahead and try to enjoy himself? It was a big hotel, it's not like they'd actually be encountering each other on a regular basis right? They probably wanted to go to the spa anyway, like he was going there. Gojie interrupted his thoughts, "Uh.. shouldn't we go in?" He wondered the taller blue haired boy jerked a thumb toward the door to point.

[Laybunny]

C̶̷̲̅ʜ̶̷̲̅ᴜ̶̷̲̅ᴄ̶̷̲̅ᴋ̶̷̲̅ ̶̷̲̅D̶̷̲̅ᴀ̶̷̲̅ʟ̶̷̲̅ᴛ̶̷̲̅ᴇ̶̷̲̅ɴ̶̷̲̅



A̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ʜ̲̅ɪ̲̅ᴘ̲̅ ̲̅ɪ̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ᴀ̲̅ғ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ɪ̲̅ɴ̲̅ ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ʀ̲̅ʙ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ʀ̲̅








"SUP B*TCHES!"

The blonde skater had nearly thrown himself through the door as if he was preforming a move at the Olympics. Almost immediately it was clear he was aware of everyone's presence in the room--- why wouldn't he be? Although he was oblivious when it came to many things, he was a socialite at heart and could easily rattle off the name and several facts about anyone you might ask him about. He was the physical embodiment of a host; He was, in essence, the extrovert that was spoken of in textbooks and in lecture halls. His charisma as unmatched by even celebrities and judging by the prideful, sly, confident manner in which he strolled and spoke and gave expressions to others-- one may assume he was a celebrity. People looked to him as if they were preteen girls idolizing popular movie stars. He was not only himself, a physical human being, but almost an image of sorts. He was not just Chuck, but he was "the one guy who skateboarded off the ledge of that cliff and broke both his legs" or he was "that awesome dude who got Cassandra to leave me alone".

He was a storybook of characters, simply put.

He strolled past the redheaded teenager and flashed an amused smile, gracing him with his blonde charm as he continued to walk directly to the help desk as if he owned the place. "Rose." He greeted nicely, and then eyeballed the more mature looking lass nearby with those ocean-like orbs of his, "Quest." He nodded lightly, smiling in complete eagerness the entire time, "It's cool to see you guys here. I didn't know the invitation went out to so many people... honestly, I haven't even heard of this place." He eyeballed the woman standing behind the counter and then a slightly apologetic look crossed his face as if not meaning to insult the youthful woman, and he even rewarded her with a brief smile, "Not like that's a bad thing. I'm always up for new experiences."

He passed over the invitation across the counter smoothly.

The woman nodded a few times. She was a beautiful young lady, likely in her twenties with fake eyelashes and shoulder length blonde hair that was brighter than a candle. "Ahh. Chuck Dalton, right?" She smiled sweet as sugar, although something was a little strange about her smile. It seemed somewhat empty, vacant, like someone smiling at an annoying relative for the sake of being civil around family members. It seemed painted on her face as if she had rehersed it, but quickly attention was taken off her grin as her hands reached behind the counter and lifted up a clipboard, "I'd like you to sign here, using this pen." She slowly moved over a pen with bright red ink, which had the label of the Inn's name plastered on the side and it was linked to the clipboard itself.

She was smiling the entire time, like her face was stuck that way.

Chuck didn't think a thing of it. Almost lazily, he took hold of the pen and scrabbled his name onto the first clipboard line of the day. It only took him a few seconds of silence before he was done. The woman nodded a few times as she fluttered her long eyelashes in thought, "There are four rules to the hotel I believe you should know. Firstly, checking in must be done with that pen you just used. Although... that's more a rule for potential guests." She gave a sheepish smile and a hopefully natural chuckle to offput the strange fakeness from before. Perhaps she was nervous, starting things up again like this, or maybe even the attractive blonde's presence made her nervous-- it happened at times.

"Secondly, you cannot leave your room from four in the morning to six in the morning, for... maintenance reasons." She said after a brief pause.

"Don't damage hotel property." She told him, although this rule should have been fairly obvious. It was beneficial to state it rather than not. "And lastly... enjoy yourself. And if you need a recap of any activities or the rules again--" She pushed the invitation back to him,

"It's all listed in the invitation."



♛ Where is he? [ Inn Entrance ]
♚ Who is he with? [ Nearby Volcom, Rose, Gojie, Quest ]
♔What dumb idea does he have now? [ Impressed, Eager ]
♕OCC Notes: [ hella ]






B̲̅ᴜ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴛ̲̅'̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅ɴ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅ᴡ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ʜ̲̅ɪ̲̅ᴘ̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ʀ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ᴍ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴅ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ғ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ʀ̲̅.̲̅



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[OrangeHue]

Volcom's face seemed to darken as he glared at the show-offy prince as he pushed his way forward and scrawled his name before anyone else. As if jealous and angry that Chuck got to write his name first, like a little kid wanting the first slice of cake he took quick strides passed the others and landed himself at the front desk, snatching the pen and scribbling his name. "Ah, Volcom Lee," The lady nodded, keeping that smile on her face despite the boy scoffing as she said his name.

"This better be good." He spat, turning away, looking up at the blonde with a glare, making sure to gain eye contact, as if to make sure the blonde knew he wasn't liked by *everyone*. Although, truth be told it was hard for him to even pretend to hate him, or Gojie for that matter, it was like those two were impossible to hate. In all honesty he was actually just jealous that people like them could converse with people so easily, not having to mule over words to make sure they sound nice.

Quest rolled her violet eyes at Volcom behavior before approaching the desk as well and writing in her excellent penmanship her name. "It's a pleasure to be here." Quest said politely as the lady nodded, her smile unfading still as if glued in place. Quest was about to scribble Rose's name as well, but the lady suddenly grabbed the end of the pen and pulled it from her grasp.

"Actually, Ms. Ringer. Your friend must sign her own name." She informed politely. Quest furrowed her brows but took a step back allowing Rose to approach and sign her name herself.

"Very well." Quest couldn't help but get an airy feeling about this place, the rules about the pen seemed weird, especially when it became clear everyone had to write their own names. Why would it matter if it was just to keep track of the guests? And how was it that this woman seemed to know who each of them were before they wrote their names? She wasn't one to believe in magic or anything else improbable, but this definitely made her skeptical.

As Rose finished writing her name the woman smiled at each of them, "It's nice to have you as guests Ms. Ringer and Ms. Hexter,"

Gojie then came up next, picking up the name and leaning in close to the page as he wrote his name slowly and carefully, obviously attempting to write in neat handwriting as his head seemed to be mere inches from the page. He was incredibly silent as he focused all his concentration on this one menial task.

Volcom sighed in frustration as he snatched his arms down, knowing this would take a while, "Can you take us to our rooms now!?" He demanded as Gojie groaned in similar frustration, scratching out what he wrote.

The blue haired basket ball player looked back and hissed at his friend, "Ya messed me up!!" He whined before attempting to write neatly on the next line.

[Laybunny]

C̶̷̲̅ʜ̶̷̲̅ᴜ̶̷̲̅ᴄ̶̷̲̅ᴋ̶̷̲̅ ̶̷̲̅D̶̷̲̅ᴀ̶̷̲̅ʟ̶̷̲̅ᴛ̶̷̲̅ᴇ̶̷̲̅ɴ̶̷̲̅



A̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ʜ̲̅ɪ̲̅ᴘ̲̅ ̲̅ɪ̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ᴀ̲̅ғ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ɪ̲̅ɴ̲̅ ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ʀ̲̅ʙ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ʀ̲̅








Not surprisingly, the blonde man had noticed Volcom's appearance even though he had not directly greeted him. Perhaps he was far too eager to great the woman running the counter, both enthralled about spending his weekend at an inn without a price tag attached and curious as to learn more about the place. It was not everyday that a person was selected by mail to earn something entirely free of charge-- at least, it wasn't everyday that said mail wasn't simply spam scamming mail. This seemed very legitimate, and as Chuck eyeballed the surrounding newly decorated walls of pale colors and fancifully decorated background, it only honed in his belief of it's legitimacy.

It was around this time Volcom made his appearance known to the blue-eyed socialite.

"This better be good." He had spat rudely, turning away from the woman as he shot arrows from his eyes to the blonde himself. A bit of a curious, almost baffled look crossed the blonde's expression as he knitted his brows and made wary eye contact with Volcom. Not surprisingly, like anyone else would be in his shoes, he was wondering what the sudden fluster and fuss was about. A light grin flickered onto his face in an another apologetic manner as he eyeballed the woman, as if apologizing for Volcom's discourtesy, even though he played no cards in Volcom's actions. He then tilted his head slightly to the side but said nothing. There was nothing to be said, really. The redhead was always someone difficult to deal with, even when the blonde would assume he should be in a preppy or optimistic mood. Chuck wasn't sensitive enough to read deeper into Volcom, however, and simply stayed shallow and figured ignorantly that Volcom was just born on the wrong side of the bed.

For a moment, Chuck watched as the two ladies signed their names.

In contrast to the apple-haired adolescent, Chuck was in quite bright spirits. He watched as the interactions took place between Gojie and Volcom with an amused eye of a kitten, before the conversations seemed to die off as Gojie let out a whine and attempted to write legibly onto the next line. He figured it was about time he said something.

"No need to take out your anger on other people, Volcom. Some people don't walk around with a stick up their a*s. You should try it, it's a great lifestyle. Highly recommended, 10/10."

Although his tone was littered and seeping with sass, he remained light and airy as a croissant the entire time, not allowing Volcom's bitter tones to get the better of him. He felt as if it were simple enough to say something to let the redhead know that his random bouts of immature tantrum-induced rudeness were not appreciated nor acceptable to strangers, and barely acceptable to friends-- not like he had many people whom he'd regard as "friends", per say.

Suddenly, a man had appeared behind the counter. He had moved so swiftly and suddenly that Chuck had no idea which direction he had come from, and he moved somewhat with the air that a tap dancer might. The man was dressed in a nice suit yet not overbearing, and seemed to have a somewhat preppy nature similar to the woman who was working beside him. He brushed back some of his dark brown hair as he flashed a genuine grin to the blonde and swiftly came out from behind the counter. "Your keys, sir." He said cheerily. One of his graceful arms lifted a room key for Chuck to take. It was a simple key with the inn's logo on the top. He nodded and copied the man's smile somewhat, although a little more flabbergasted by the quick service than pleased about receiving his room key, "Thanks." He looked at the number.

The man worked on doing the same with the others.

He handed a key to Volcom, Gojie, Rose, and Quest, all in a similar manner as he did to Chuck-- more friendly and quirky than professional, but still creating a carefree, relaxing environment that was more ideal for vacations and less ideal for business meetings. He had graced all of them with his optimistic presence for only a few moments before he shortly thereafter disappeared behind the counter once more.

"I hope you all enjoy your stay. You're free to ask me any questions, anytime. Your luggage will be brought to your rooms shortly." The woman repeated again, with the same incredibly polite and dignified smile.



♛ Where is he? [ Inn Entrance ]
♚ Who is he with? [ Nearby Volcom, Rose, Gojie, Quest ]
♔What dumb idea does he have now? [ Surprised, a little confused ]
♕OCC Notes: [ ]






B̲̅ᴜ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴛ̲̅'̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅ɴ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅ᴡ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ʜ̲̅ɪ̲̅ᴘ̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ʀ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ᴍ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴅ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ғ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ʀ̲̅.̲̅



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[OrangeHue]

Volcom turned his attention to the blonde as he spoke in that sassy way, his teeth barred and he growled, about to say more but was taken by surprise suddenly when the man with the keys suddenly appeared. He was there happily handing a key to Volcom and was gone as quick as that. He was left with a sudden look of shock as he stared at the key in his hand, as if wondering how it had gotten there, though he remembered the up-beat man hand it to him with a cheery voice. Quest was in less of a daze as she seemed to be analyzing her key in deep thought. While Rose was quiet as always, trying not to get into the little argument between brothers and not speak to openly with the strangers. It was uncertain whether she had noticed at all what was happening around her, she seemed to be too concentrated in keeping up her, 'shy-girl' act. As if trying to gain the attention of the men in the room, she played with the bottom of shirt and would glance at each of them every so often.

Gojie seemed to not notice at all as the key appeared beside the paper he was writing on on the counter. He slowly etched in the last letter of his last name, then shot up straight with his hands in the air, "Finished!!" He said proudly looking down at the 'neat' words on the paper. It was still a rather messy hand writing but more legible than was usual for the blue haired ditz. He looked at the key blankly, the slow moving gears in his head processing what that was and how it got there.

Volcom seemed to snap out of his shock as soon as Gojie suddenly shouted, grimacing once again at the tall friend, but letting it slide this time as he turned his attention back to his brother, "You better watch what you say before I shove my foot up your a**." He threatened with fists clenched, snapping his head to face toward the corner of the room in a fit. "I would be perfectly pleasant if you weren't here..." He grumbled in irritation, saying it just loud enough for the blonde to hear.

"Is this key mine?" Gojie wondered, attention going to the blue-haired blond as he finally got a clue, but only a clue. He stood with a blank stare at the others in the room, holding up the key between his fingers.

[Laybunny]

Kimberly Calesence

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Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ



The door slowly slid open to the inn entrance and a slightly unpleasant smell, yet not horribly potent, filled the neighboring air. There were certain words to describe such a smell. Musky, natural. Similar to the smell of dirty water or of forest leaves after a heavy rainfall. Not quite as prim and pristine as Dove shampoo, but perhaps slightly more relief than typical homeless city person smell. Upon gazing in the direction of the slight odor change stood a girl with insanely long, tangled brunette hair that could never be found on a model magazine and would only be seen from a castaway on a deserted island. The girl who stood there was rather thin and had a baggy coat which was lazily unzipped and hanging off her slightly, almost as if mimicking her sloth-like personality.

She didn't say much, but a smile was on her face, and it was a very light smile. It was so light that it would not have been noticed had someone not been looking at her pale, slightly chapped lips. She stepped up to the corner and the woman blinked a few times in surprise at her appearance, no doubt. Nobody else in the room likely noticed her as she had walked in drawing no attention to herself-- she was quite opposite of Chuck, who acted as if he had neon signs strapped to his shoulders whenever he was in public. She smiled softly as one of her small hands emerged from a giant sleeve, and she slipped the invitation gingerly across the counter, "This was for me, right?" Her voice could only be described as a lullaby, soft and soothing and reassuring like a mother's coo to a baby.

"... Yes." The woman admitted after careful inspection.

The woman knitted her brows slightly and a frown was present, but as if she realized what she was doing, the frown quickly dissipated and was replaced by her polite, putting-at-ease grin, "Yes, Kimberly Calesence, Right? I'm... happy our invitation got to you." Her implication was very obvious. Anyone could take a single gander at the woman and see that she was homeless, and had probably been homeless for quite some time, to boot. How did she have a mailbox? Who exactly delivered this message to her, and why pick her out of someone who could actually pay for something in the future? The woman's face no longer revealed a thing, however, as if Kimberly was just like Gojie or Quest. She had Kimberly sign it as she had done with everyone else, and then looked slightly bufuddled at the scribble that the girl tried to pass as her name. It looked like a second grader with a broken hand had written the signature. Nontheless, it was signed, and it was signed with the crimson red pen-- and by the guest herself. "The rules are on your invitation. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay." She had slide back the invitation with both hands and gave Kimberly a forcibly pleasant smile.

"You better watch what you say before I show my foot up your a**."

That tone was distinguishable as none other than someone she had met before. Kimberly, sometimes known as Kim or Kimmy, had only heard this voice a couple of times in her life. The scratchy, uneven adolescent aspect of it mixed in with the cynical, constantly griping and angry undertone, like a small dog barking in order to prove it's dominance and worth to the larger dogs.

"Volcom?" Kimberly turned now fully on both of her heels and flashed an endearing, albeit goofy smile.

Suddenly, the homeless girl was by his side and had him in a full embrace. Both of her arms encircled him as she gave him a tight squeeze like he was a teddy bear and she could squeeze the stuffing right out of him. Her body and it's more feminine shape pressed against his own, which may have embarrassed him to some degree, but judging by the loose posture and the closeness in which she hugged him, it was as if she didn't know or care. "It's been awhile, huh? Still as fiery as I remember." She teased lightly as she pulled away only slightly to brush some of his hair out of his face, clearly denying any personal space boundaries between the two as if she were his lover and not just some strange homeless lass he had spoken to a few times after school.

"So, it's not just me here? Looks like quite a few of us. I was surprised to be invited, but as they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans." She was grinning ear to ear the entire time she said this.









❅Where is she?:[ Inn Entrance ]
❈Who is she with?:[ Volcom, nearby Chuck, Quest, Gojie ]
✽What wise words are in her mind right now?:[ Affectionate, Happy ]



sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ღ



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[OrangeHue]

Gojie's nose crinkled and a light scowl began to appear on his face, barely noticeable as he tried to hide it. He hated to admit it, but smells like these really bugged him, being the prim and proper rich kid growing up, knowing manners and all sorts. True he ignored the manners portion most of the time, preferring to go the other way. However, odors and filthiness to a degree still bugged him terribly. He tried to hide the scowl but couldn't manage to bring back his usual happy smile. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he expressed his relief that she didn't attack him with a hug and only his shorter friend. Who seems to have a past with the girl?

Volcom froze suddenly in the girls arms, his face flushing a bright red as he was squished against her body in a tight hug as if he were her lost puppy. He couldn't seem to let out any words until she had put him down and unwrapped her arms from him, only letting out one word, "K-Kimberly?" His face was still bright red as he stared at her face and into her forest-y green eyes, they always looked so cloudy and aged even though she was so young. As if she had so many stories and life lessons to share, which by Volcom's experience, even by just the few times of stopping by and talking to her after school, he new she indeed had a lot to teach.

Rose had somehow found her way scooting over beside the blonde, hoping he would notice her and say something first, glancing up at him and practically begging for attention. She was excited for an anti-boy vacation, but now that the boys were here, Chuck especially she had thrown the idea out, ready to take advantage and hopefully gain some points with the popular boy. As she scooted another inch toward him her thigh bumped his side and she suddenly scooted away, flushing almost as much as Volcom, or maybe it just appeared Volcom blushed more because of his red hair. "I-I'm so sorry!" She panicked, clenching her eyes shut and facing her burning face to the ground.

Quest still seemed deep in thought, even more so as the homeless girl came in with a special invitation.

[Laybunny]

Kimberly Calesence

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Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ



"There we are! I was starting to think that you forgot."

Kimberly gave one of those goofy but endlessly pure smiles again. In a way, she was like a human without filtering. Her expressions were not always glamorous, fitting, and refined, but they usually were of pure essence and raw, entirely unprepared for ahead of time. She was clearly teasing him for taking so long to recall her name, but teasing is where it ended, as she still held that pleasant smile the entire time. It was almost as if she was oblivious to Volcom's bitter nature. No. No, that wasn't it. Kimberly was wise beyond her youthful years and actually seemed to grasp an understanding of the world that not every person was able to have, even those of older ages than her. She knew he was a bitter person, and that he shook his fist at the world and felt angered by those who he deemed as more successful, and angered by those who judged him. He was indignant about a great many things... but Kimberly accepted it, and didn't see it as a flaw, but rather something to learn about. It was in her nature. She would accept nearly anyone with open arms, ready to love, listen, and teach.

"Here is your key, miss."

The man had appeared again. He held the key gingerly as he bowed lightly in respect to the guest, and flashed his showman smile once more. Kimbely gave him a somewhat lop-sided, lazy smile in return as she accepted the key and patted him lightly on his arm, "Thank you." The man seemed pleased, although he had seemed pleased the entire time so his true feelings remained vague and unknown, and he disappeared as rapidly and oddly as he had arrived.

The homeless brunette then turned to Volcom and noticed the key in his hand.

Without warning, her smaller hand reached for his hand, taking it in her own and lifting it to eyeball the key. "302..." She mumbled under her breath. She then looked to her own key, but still held Volcom's hand awkwardly in the air like he was making a toast, "306... well, would you look at that, Volcom. We're neighbors!" She flashed him a smile and although her teeth were in less than par condition, a few of them flatout missing and the others having been darkened over time, the natural and simply real essence of her smile was something very reassuring. When she smiled, it was like a mother draping a blanket around a baby and wrapping both the baby and the blanket in her arms. It was such a real gesture that inherently could only show good, and never maliciousness, fakeness, or dishonesty.

The man appeared again in the room, this time without keys.

The slender, tall man grabbed some of the luggage and was heading for the inn elevators. He was now going to deliver each person's luggage to the room. He eyeballed Kimberly gingerly for a moment as his eyes shifted to the sorely empty spaces around her. Less work for him, but he found it a little befuddling that the homeless woman didn't even have some big garbage bag to lug around, or a hilariously stereotypical bag on a wooden stick.









❅Where is she?:[ Inn Entrance ]
❈Who is she with?:[ Volcom, nearby Chuck, Quest, Gojie ]
✽What wise words are in her mind right now?:[ Affectionate, Happy ]



sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ღ



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Volcom stared at his hand that she grabbed with the key in it with a surprised look that seemed as if he was expecting her to inject it with poison. He just couldn't get used to the way she was so clingy and touchy feel-y with him. It was so different to the way most girls treated him, they usually thought he was weird or scary or a freak. He wasn't very popular among most females, to some males he was seen as impressive or entertaining, but that was about all the 'positive' recognition he got.

He suddenly cleared his throat, but didn't move his hand from her grasp, as if enjoying the physical contact but not wanting to admit it. He looked the other way and used his free hand to rub the back of his neck. "That's neat... I guess we'll be able to hang out and talk a lot during this little vacation..." His attitude seemed to tone down just by being in the proximity of the homeless girl, his usually grimaced face a straight line and his face a flushed red, while his brows furrowed a little upward rather than narrowed down.

Gojie frowned as everyone seemed to ignore his dumb question, he decided to just assume that this was his key as he took note of the number on it and explained in a happy fashion, "I'm room 300! That means I'm your neighbor too, Volcom!" He exclaimed from practically the other side of the room, holding his key up. He wasn't about to dare to approach as the homeless girl was over there. At least he tried his best to still sound friendly about being on the same floor as the smelly homeless girl, though he was a little bothered by it.

Volcom's calm demeanor didn't seem to last long as he glared and put on his usual scowl again, snatching his hand away from Kim finally, as if realizing that they were around other people, it wasn't because she was homeless, he just hated public displays of affection and avoided them completely when he could. "Great, just what I ******** need." He spat rudely as if Gojie somehow was the cause to everything terrible in the world.

[Laybunny]

C̶̷̲̅ʜ̶̷̲̅ᴜ̶̷̲̅ᴄ̶̷̲̅ᴋ̶̷̲̅ ̶̷̲̅D̶̷̲̅ᴀ̶̷̲̅ʟ̶̷̲̅ᴛ̶̷̲̅ᴇ̶̷̲̅ɴ̶̷̲̅



A̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ʜ̲̅ɪ̲̅ᴘ̲̅ ̲̅ɪ̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ᴀ̲̅ғ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ɪ̲̅ɴ̲̅ ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ʀ̲̅ʙ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ʀ̲̅







The skateboarder wasn't even sure if he was going to respond to Volcom's rude comment, but he lost his chance fairly quickly as a brunette homeless woman had thrown her arms around the redhead in a loving embrace and then went on an affectionate, doting nostalgia trip with him. Chuck knitted his brows lightly in confusion but quickly dismissed it. He glanced at the invitation for a moment as if wondering where he would head off to. He only glanced up when he noticed the luggage taken from next to them and the man rolling his luggage to the elevator, ready to plop it into his room on the fourth floor.

That's when he felt a touch to his side.

Rosalinda was there and she suddenly scooted away from him, flushed with embarrassment and completely red-faced. "I-I'm so sorry!" She apologized to him, as if she had done something completely atrocious even though Chuck had barely felt the brush against his side. However, a light smile found it's way upon his face as the dark-haired woman was rather pretty in a sort of shy manner. Despite her shy attitude, there was also quite something enticing about her, like a treat wrapped up and unable to be eaten. She had a red-face and the quiet girl mannerisms one may find a teenage novel, however, she also had clothing that gave little teases of her body, such as her less-than-short skirt and the way her blouse was draped over her.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Chuck said smoothly, coolly, calmly.

Chuck had almost filled up the gap between them instantly. One hand had suddenly found it's way onto one of her shoulders and he kicked one leg up into a kickstand casually, leaning his weight lazily yet somehow with utter grace onto his other leg, "Mind if I see your key?" He asked in a manner that would be impossible to say no to. Clearly he was the kind of guy that could sell you something that you would never use in a million years. Moving slyly as a fox, he pulled the key lightly from her hand and then eyeballed it with fascination before placing it gingerly back into her palm, "We're on the same floor, you know."

He pulled away, but only after that transition. It was so natural-- the way he flirted, it seemed more like he genuinely just wanted to see the key and the arm-over-the-shoulder was a sheer mistake made by the want to lean on something. To Chuck, it was all something he had done before. He had spoken to a great many people and befriended a majority of those people. He aced the social test.

"Maybe we can hang out sometime. I've seen ya around school." His tone was casual and easygoing, as if he didn't care much either way, yet a light smile remained on his face in order to coax and reassure. He put both hands lazily into the pockets of his baggy, dark pants as he continued to treat her with interest, like a cat observing a dog try to catch a mouse, "Rosalinda, right? I gotta say, your name is almost as cute as you are."




♛ Where is he? [ Inn Entrance ]
♚ Who is he with? [ Rose, nearby others ]
♔What dumb idea does he have now? [ Interested, Amused ]
♕OCC Notes: [ ]






B̲̅ᴜ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴛ̲̅'̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅ɴ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅ᴡ̲̅ʜ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴛ̲̅ ̲̅s̲̅ʜ̲̅ɪ̲̅ᴘ̲̅s̲̅ ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ʀ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ᴍ̲̅ᴀ̲̅ᴅ̲̅ᴇ̲̅ ̲̅ғ̲̅ᴏ̲̅ʀ̲̅.̲̅



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[Laybunny]

Kimberly Calesence

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Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ



"That's neat... I guess we'll be able to hang out and talk a lot during this little vacation..."

There was a clear awkward, bashful tone to Volcom's words as he didn't lower his hand and allowed Kimberly to awkwardly hold it up in the air like the two of them were having some sort of ritual at this point. Of course, despite the random bout of mousiness, the brunette female seemed quite pleased with the actual words Volcom had said. She flashed him another one of her strange yet endearing grins.

"I'm room 300! That means I'm your neighbor too, Volcom!"

Kimberly blinked a few times curiously as her olive eyes shifted over to the source of the higher pitch noise. Nearby her was someone who not only stood, but stood out like a sore thumb. He had strangely dyed hair the color of blue artificially colored candy and a tall structure that drew attention, along with clothing that was bright and overbearing like a playground. She found it a little strange for a brief moment that the fellow was speaking to Volcom yet thought it were a better idea to shout from across the room rather than simply approach the two and speak in a normal tone. It was then that the warmth from Kimberly's had suddenly vanished as it was thrown back down to her side, and her befuddled gaze quickly reverted back to Volcom.

"Great, just what I ******** need." He had said.

Kimberly blinked numerous times before her eyes gently fell downcast back to her slightly dirtied hand and then landed back on the apple-haired man. Her smile had dissipated. For a moment, she was wondering what he meant by that. Was he embarrassed to be seen with her? Or was he angered by the fact he was neighbors with a friend? The second one didn't make a lot of sense, and the first thought was supported by the fact the blue-haired man didn't seem to want to touch Kimberly with a 40 foot pole.

But it wasn't obvious. There could have been a million reasons Volcom was irritated, and Kimberly realized this. She wasn't going to bring up the situation. She was going to dismiss it as if it hadn't happened, nor had she given it any amount of thought.

"Well... since I don't have luggage... suppose I'll see my room."

Kimberly's tone was a little saddened. It was hard to pick up on. It was just an ounce of sadness hidden behind a ton of kindness and hospitality. There wasn't even a sulking expression or an unsightly frown on her face-- as a matter of fact, a light smile had crept it's way into her lips. She didn't know how to handle what she just witnessed and heard. No doubt it had hurt her feelings a little bit, but she wasn't going to draw attention and shortly thereafter would probably get over it. She was used to that kind of treatment. She just didn't really expect it from Volcom, and wasn't even sure if he intended to make it seem this way.

"It was nice seeing you again." She said simply as she passed him another smile and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, although she didn't wear out her welcome this time around.

Kimberly then turned slightly on her heel as if she were going to head for the elevators.








❅Where is she?:[ Inn Entrance ]
❈Who is she with?:[ Volcom, nearby Chuck, Quest, Gojie ]
✽What wise words are in her mind right now?:[ Thoughtful, A little hurt, Confused ]



sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ღ



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