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 Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:38 am
GTB Hotel
The GTB offers its very own luxurious fifteen floor hotel to the tournament's competitors and visitors who have come to watch the Championship between the combatants. This hotel is considered five stars, and for a very low price, too, allowing for easily affordable high quality life, courtesy of the officials of this tournament. Consisting of twelve floors of lovely caramel carpet and well-furnished rooms, no expense is spared.
All rooms are furnished with a bed or two, depending on the preference of their room owner or owners. Room service is always on call in case you wish to order food or drinks. Just be careful or your bill will get expensive. However, any participants get to order as much as they want free of charge, to a degree, of course. They'll know when an official comes to their room.
For those who want to take a swim, out in the back lies a very high class swimming pool with an onsite bar for those who wish to drink in pleasure. There is a two one hour periods when the custodians will need to clean this area, but it's all for the convience of you, the customers to sustain a clean environment during your stay.
So come, relax, and enjoy the GTB tournament!
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 4:17 pm
He lay on his back in the hotel room, his hands behind his head on the pillow as he stared somewhat vacantly at the ceiling. The lids drooped sleepily over his eyes, but he focused intently within, going through matches and maneuvers in his head. Some tough competition lay ahead. The muscular dragon from the GTB press conference floated through his thoughts. He blinked and his eyes glowed an emerald green, his awareness expanding. If he tried, he could still taste the liver and heart of the dragon he had slain alongside Clash with his bare hands.
He got up and paced to the window, staring out at the lights. The competitors would be rolling in soon.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 6:56 pm
Metallic stilettos flashed as she swished off the streets and up the hotel stairs.
Avaline's simple gown fit her to a T.
In pastel shades of indigo her dress fit like a glove; It was as if shiny liquid had been poured from hips down in luscious purples. The top portion cut straight across her torso with no seams and no sleeves. A midnight shade of sheer purple tulle poured over skirts like a hazy mist. It all pooled nicely at the ankles, following behind in satiny trails.
Diamond dust was sprinkled over her hair, catching the light much like the two simple diamond bracelets dangling off one slender wrist. Dust was also spread across sloping shoulders and downwards, the soft globes of cleavage shimmering with glitter.
Stacked neatly on her head were twists, and her hair was like red flames draping down her back in one glossy sheen.
She was an image of grace, and maybe some anxiousness.
This wasn't her normal thang but she was up for anything. It would've been a droll Friday if she had it any other way.
At the end of her ascent she waited, a little off to the side of the entrance. Slender amber eyes lingered on the people passing by or crossing the street. But really she was much less trusting of her eyes than the feeling of her date's presence. It was just to not look awkward, staring out into nothing like a broken doll, that she glancing around as if actively searching with her vision.
Ah, the silly trivial things she had to do to seem normal.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 6:58 pm
Kichiro stepped out of his limousine in front of the hotel, after his entourage got out of his way first. It was tough being a political leader at social events such as a ball, that had apparently been delayed. He was on his cell phone, trying to find out information as to where it was and why he wasn't there yet. The entourage Meu Quia.- 4'8" and commonly seen in red to match her flowing red hair. She is a Chinese woman who has obviously dyed her hair, and is in charge of the Infirmary and healing divisions within the army. Hiro Tzu- 5'6" Chinese man with jet black hair and an astronomical IQ. He has been brought on as Kichiro's personal psychologist, and works to keep the man sane and safe. He takes over the head general position when Kichiro's attention is elsewhere, and is a "White Dragon". He is seen with two ornate thin Chinese Broad Swords. He leads the sentries and intelligence forces presently as well. Z.Z.- 4'6" and commonly seen in white. This is a mountain Dwarf with a very complicated name, that others have come to call Zee Zee for short. He has a long red beard and a hot temper. He's an earthborn that's lived longer than you soft footed ones, and you best know it! So dominating, he's actually learned how to drive, and usually insists on taking that position himself. He is in charge of the tunnel networks, the barracks, and technical defenses of the Shogunate. Kichiro's fiery crystal green eyes looked ahead of the street, looking both directions as he lowered his Sprint Katana cellular phone. The man was dressed in a red royal Yukata, with brown sandles and black gloves matching black stockings. His hair was down in a long ebony braid that was at the moment beginning to shift backwards in a Chi-generated wind. "I pay my intelligence good gold for knowing when and where these things are...when I was a shinobi....""And 'eh be right to not beh happeh!" The short dwarf that had stepped momentarily out of the driver seat was shouting in something akin to a Scottish accent. "Why if 'eh ever was to spend 'an ounce of me stash on faulty smarts, then I'd be throwin' a right battleragin' fit I would!" Dressed in a similar white tuxedo to Hiro, the contrast in temperment to the calm Chinese man was almost hysterical that he tried to dress in the same professionalism. "Think of Avaline..." Meu reminded Kichiro, "She'll be waiting for you, and as a client, how do you think she'd react to see you all out of sorts?" The green kimono dressed woman with the red hair was trying to talk soothingly to the small-time emperor."And what if we can't even find her?!" Kichiro retorted with a heavy breath, closing his cell at the very last with some confused voices on the other end quickly becoming silenced. The Japanese man with the scarred face took a deep pause afterward, and looked to all of them for an answer.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 7:05 pm
Her cellphone gave a little ring.
She snapped it open, "Hello?... Oh... Thanks."
Not only was her date late, but also wrong. Apparently she was in the wrong location. The ball was so, not here.
With a big huff of irritation she went back down the stairs she came, heels cracking like angry lightening.
Right in front of her was a big ostentatious limousine with four people. Her eyes locked onto Kichiro. "HEY! I've been looking for you." She said with a laugh, running up to him batting at the air with her fan for him to notice her.
Stopping before him, she gave the limousine a comical once over.
"Really?" Not that she was complaining. But totally unexpected.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:12 pm
Joseph walked into the hotel with a smirk on his face. He may have gotten his foot in the door, but he was planning to go for gold. Walking up to the front desk he showed his invataion before getting his room key. Once he made it to his room he dropped his small bag and layed back on the bed for about 10 minutes, glad to be off his feet.
“Well guess I need to make my appearance at the ball.”
Getting up he grabbed a clean pair of pants, his trusty coat; into which he placed his G-pills and iPod, his shoes and headed out the door and towards the ball room, hoping to grab some good food.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 1:35 pm
"You really should go to that ball."
"You're probably right."
Deitric sat on the edge of his bed in front of the TV, dressed in loose house-clothes. A small, black controller was in his hands, and the screen flashed, depicting a small figure leaping, jumping, and attacking enemies in some sidescrolling video game. The other figure wore a suit and stood off to the tribesman's side, his arms crossed impatiently over his chest.
"You disappeared for more than half a year, a few public appearances might be a good idea. The heads of some of the companies you were talking to will be there anyways, and they want to show you some of the progress they've made with your investments," Johnnie explained patiently.
"Yeah," the MIDI sounds of animated violence continued unabated.
The former newscaster reached out and angrily yanked the controller's cord out from the console, and the small figure that Deitric had been playing was promptly swarmed in enemies and killed, a stamp of the words "GAME OVER" appearing across the screen.
The brave's eyebrows knitted together in disappointment. "You killed my guy," he grunted, tossing the controlled towards the entertainment center casually.
"This is serious, Deitric. I don't know what your people do with money - if they even use currency where you're from - but around here you can't just throw it around and not pay attention to what you get out of it. Besides that, if you're going to hire me to help you with these things and buy Psi Nine as a media outlet, then I'm going to need to get some coverage. Plus, the bracket's going to be shown, and in six months a lot of new faces have shown up."
The tribesman stood up abruptly, and Johnnie was suddenly reminded how much taller the fighter was - at only 5'7'', Deitric's 6'3'' form dwarfed him, forcing the newscaster-turned-adviser to peer up at the man. It was the only time he had become cross with the typically stoic brave, and he suddenly wondered if he might regret it. He had never known his friend to be wantonly violent, but then again he'd never seen anyone become angry towards the man outside of a fighting setting.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll meet you in the lobby," Deitric said with a shrug, turning away to walk into his bathroom, scratching his scalp through the mess of dark hair while the other grabbed a plastic-wrapped bundle of expensive clothing. Johnnie shook his head and turned away, leaving to head by his own room and call one of his news teams before going down to the lobby.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 6:59 am
- A few hours prior -
Acquisition of key? Check.
Room? Check.
Deposited weapons in room? Check.
Took a shower? Check.
Check the expo out later? Work in progress.
Personal Hygiene? Check.
Food acquisition?
The swordsman eyed the flier directing him to the ball, finding himself swallowing unconditionally to the potential amount of food there.
....Check.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:43 pm
Aila was tired. Massively tired. She'd been at the ball for an uncountable amount of time. Micheal had received a room for being a competitor, so she would take advantage of it, if Micheal didn't. She pushed the card-key into the slot and listened to it beep open and let her in it. Throwing her shoes onto the floor, actually, more kicking them off. The bed looked so nice as she tore her dress off and threw it on the floor.
Aila would then jump onto the bed and let out a loud and long sigh as her body sank into the soft mattress. She closed her eyes and grabbed a pillow, stuffing it under the long waves of hair. She stretched her body across the length of the bed and let out another long breath.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:58 pm
Michael was running, as fast as he could, hauling a** down the hall of the hotel, and toward his room. Apparently, Aila must of sneaked his key card from his pocket when he wasn't paying attention. Typical woman. Michael reached the door just as it was closing, and slid his hand between it. Keeping it from closing, and then giving the door a slight push. Ramming his shoulder up against it, and sending the door pushing back open. Catching his breath after he had stepped inside the room, and letting the door close behind him. Slamming roughly, and making his presence more obvious.
If it wasn't for the loss of breath, and exhaustion from running... Michael would of been hooping and hollering. After all, she stole his card, and then decided on leaving him back at the Ball. Stealing his card was one thing, but abandoning him after promising sex, and sleeping in his bed? That royally pissed him off, although it wasn't particularly obvious at this point in time. Still catching his breath, and resting his hand on his chest. Once he did catch his breath though, he spoke up, and by spoke up... Michael literally yelled.
"What the ********, you thief, you... you... a*****e." Michael said, gasping every once in awhile. Apparently that breath hadn't came back yet, but it was slowly catching up with him, and he couldn't really think of anything truly insulting. So he just tossed in random profanity, and prepared for the wrath that was probably quickly rising from the woman. Michael stepped forward, and pointed his finger at her. "You better get undressed, or so help me God, I'll toss your scrawny, teasing, a** through that window." That was more like it. Michael was back, and extremely pissed off.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:23 pm
Aila rolled over and looked at him while she was on her back. A smirk crossed her lips as she stretched her body out and relaxed once more before talking, Throw me out the window, eh? Sounds exciting. She gave him a wink before she rolled back over onto her stomach and got on her knees, crawling up to the head of the bed and pulled the cold covers out and snaked her way under them, getting more comfortable. She rested her face into the pillow before speaking again, I'd love to see you try. Seeing Micheal mad was pure amusement for her, so she wasn't going to do a damn thing he demanded, but instead became more relaxed under the covers as the cool silk brushed against the bare skin of her back.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:37 pm
Michael's mind went wild. Thinking of all the way(s) he could possibly remove her from the bed, and toss her through the window. It was a long drop, and death by hard pavement didn't sound very appealing. Aila wasn't human though, Michael took note of this last night, when he witnessed her eye color change. That wasn't very human-like. If the fall didn't kill her, well, Michael would of proved the fact that he was pissed. Then again, he wouldn't get anything out of her that way. Maybe proving the point that he would indeed, go through with it, would give her the impression that he was extremely pissed off.
Michael took off. Dead sprinting across the room, and halting when he reached the bed. Diving across it, sliding, and above all grabbing the sheet that was underneath her. Pulling it with him, and landing on the ground with ease. Right foot hitting first, and then left. If this all went as planned, Michael would of pulled her off the bed, and built up enough momentum for his next action. Once he noticed the woman sliding off the bed, he would turn his body slightly, and swing the sheet around(with Aila in it). Aiming for the wall, and not the window though. Tossing her through the window would probably piss her off a lot more then the hard wall. But it would indeed, get his point across, and hopefully get the message through her head.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:43 pm
Aila hit the wall with a great force. She slif down the wall and sat up against it for a few minutes. Heavy breathing and at least two broken ribs. She would move waves of hair from her vision and pull it all into a messy ponytail upon her head as her dark-green eyes stared up at him. Blood soaked the silk sheet from one of the protruding ribs as she slowly stood up, pushing the rib back into it's place. With a loud crack it moved, moving the other broken one into it's rightful place as well. She cringed from the pain as the wound would slowly begin to close, enough blood lost for her to become extremely dizzy. This wouldn't stop her assault.
Aila would pull two pins from her hair; ones that she'd always kept in case of emergency. In fact, these were more large needles used for acupuncture, or otherwise. With a small smile she would toss the needles with extreme precision, and if they hit right where she wanted, Micheal would go down. Their aimed target: The pressure points on either side of his neck; and Aila was a good shot.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 3:27 pm
That probably went better then he had planned, but it didn't phase her at all. Michael watched as she hit the wall, stood back up, and tended with her injury. Pushing each rib back into place, and that made Michael cringe dramatically. Michael soon snapped back into reality, wiping that cringing off of his face, and turning it into a more sadistic look. Aila had a counter attack already planned, and that was the throwing of some random, sharp, pointy, object. More then one actually.
Michael had no clue where she was aiming, until they pierced through his skin, and met hard bone. Nurgle had blessed, and cursed him at the same time. At this point in time, though, it was more of a blessing. What happened next was pus, acid, and steaming. Pus quickly turned into a acidic liquid, and dissolved the metal that was currently placed at his neck. Which created the steam, metal being eaten away, and completely vanishing in a mere second or two. Acid now dripped from his new wound(s), running down his neck, and hitting the floor once it had no more body left. Steaming, bubbling, and eating away at the floor.
"It's play time, b***h." Escaped his mouth, and wicked laughter followed. Michael extended his right arm, turned it over, and allowed his forearm to be visible. Opening his palm, and basically offering her his hand. A popping noise escaped his arm, one single pus pocket exploded, and a bone unhinged. Snapping through his skin(below forearm, of right arm), and letting more acidic liquid drip toward the floor. This bone was black, jagged, and extremely sharp. Bending to life once it hit the fresh air of the room, and then shaking violently. More of these black bone(s) appeared suddenly, growing off the mutation, and exposing the true potential of the weapon. They were also sharp, and jagged. But smaller then the one they grew off of. Much smaller. What happened next, was these bones began spinning around in a circular motion around the bigger bone. Akin to a chainsaw. Spinning violently, and creating a vibrating noise.
"Apologize, and I won't have to remove that pretty head." Michael spoke calmly, keeping his vision narrowed, and on her. Like a lion in the thrill of the hunt.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 3:33 pm
She hissed like a pissed off cat and bore her teeth. Aila would watch him before she would make her move. She looked around and grabbed the card key from off the floor and ran towards the window. She burst through the now-shattering glass and turned around and flipped him off before making a few flips.
Aila pointed her body downwards as if she were to dive straight into the concrete. A few feet before hitting the pavement, she straightened herself out by flipping and landed softly on her feet. She looked up at the broken window and pulled out a few pieces of glass. Rib-wound still healing, she put the card key into her bra, which she was conveniently just in, save for a pair of underwear, which wasn't covering much to begin with. She took one last glance and ran off towards the pool.
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