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 Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 2:54 pm
This is the Sleeping Dragon Inn, owned by Mr. Valentine. The Inn offers many rooms at very affordable prices; cheap enough that all it makes no profit, all the money made is used to keep it maintained and pay it's employees a nice living wage. The Inn was founded purely on helping people have a place to stay the night, inspired to Mr. Valentine on a trip to China, where he meet a simple man that he shared a conversation with.
The whole area is a bunch of small homes connected to each other, all of which hold a few rooms each. The main theme of the Inn is Chinese; all of the buildings are designed to look like ancient Chinese homes. The center/main building is where they check rooms and where food is served. Food served varies, the actual selection of Chinese food is pretty small! They serve all sorts of fast foods, like pizza, hamburgers, and tacos. Along with nicer foods like spaghetti and lobster. They also deliver to your room!
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Maid/Servant:
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Cook: Alex Park
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Description: If your a guest, then stay at our very own Inn!
24/7 Service.
Current Residents:[suite - 002] Judith Cunningham
[suite - 100] Valentine Family Room
[two bed - 101] Theresa Waldroup
[one bed - 105] Alanis Leblanc
[one bed - 106] Celeste Trewlany
[one bed - 107] Xavier Creed
[one bed - 108] Leila Jeane
[one bed - 109] Bela James
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 3:48 pm
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Cid arrived late last night by boat, he barely had enough time to find a place to stay, which was here. The place was rather... odd. It was designed around things that even he wasn't used to seeing. Clearly the man who designed it simply looked through books or something to get the idea. Even a poor traveling religious man like himself could afford a night here however, but for now he needed a small stream of income before he could move on to another part of the world. The cost of the ride here was steep was it was!
Cid made his way to the main hall of the Inn, looking around for anyone who knew their way around this place. Maybe he could find a map or brochure of the sights before exploring the island.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 6:40 pm
"Wow..." Doris gawked as she hopped down from her carriage once it had come to a full stop infront of the Inn. She held onto her cowgirl hat as she looked up at the Japanese style inn. "Woooee! Shoot aint that just somethang Meyer?" Doris smiled as she looked over to the pure bred clydsedale horse that had been pulling her cart.
"I reckon its somethang." She said as she put her hands on her hips. She ran back to the carriage and grabbed her wallet before she stepped into the place. She almost felt like she should take off her boots. She hesitated at the entranceway because of that. A cowgirl was nothing without her boots.. but she didnt want to be rude.
She leaned inside as far as she could and spotted someone else, Cid. She assumed him to be the owner and stepped inside with her boots on when she saw he had footwear on as well. "Howdy Mister. Im Doris Hannah. Do you have rooms available?" She asked as she held out her hand, once she had approached the man. She mistook him for the owner of the place.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:48 pm
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Cid blinked a few times hearing the cowgirl ask him if there's any rooms available. "Um..." He did not know at all, he was just a guest here! But what kind of person would be be if he doesn't try to help her in some way? "Yes, rooms are currently available. I do believe that you can check a room out in the front desk." He said to her, with a smile and a nod.
"If you need assistants doing so, I would be glad to help in any way possible." It is the way of the Cid! To help even when you're unable to help at all! He looked somewhat awkward speaking to her, he had a smile, but clearly looked like he was trying to focus greatly on her eyes... Cid had no experience with any women whatsoever.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:21 am
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Phillip crawled out from behind a bush, he had just arrived at the small island by boat. Sadly, he was easily sea sick and just ended up losing what food he had eaten earlier. Alright Philly, its time to get serious! To move on and get going! he always gave himself motivational speechs to himself. Looking up at the Inn he smiled and popped his collar picking up his bag. Time to start a new life!
He started walking up to the front entrance and sauntered inside. He wanted to seem confident, ladies loved the confidence! Speaking of ladies....He smiled at the young girl in a cowgirl hat. Cute. Super cute. And big boobs! Or small boobs...He couldn't tell, he only had a view of the back. Well as long as she had boobs. Well...she didn't need to have boobs, as long as she was warm and nice to him! He walked over to her and smiled at her seductively, "Well hello young lady, is this where we check in?" he said in his silly British accent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:17 am
"Oh yall aint tha owner?" Doris questioned before she laughed, placing her hand infront of her mouth. She touched his arm lightly and smiled. "Sorry shug i didnt mean ta make that mistake. I reckon i might need yalls help though." Doris said gently to him before she turned her head to the voice addressing her. A cute.. little girly.. probably gay number coming her way. Of course Doris loved her burly manly men. She still had her hand on Cids arm forgetting it was there. She was just that way, touchy feely, everyone instantly became a friend until you crossed the line for her.
"Howdy shug. I suppose so. I reckon the clerk should be here soon. Maybe we're early birds?" Doris said as she removed her hand from Cids arm now and smiled.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 1:43 pm
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Mr. Valentine arrived at the Inn shortly after Doris said that they were early birds. For an old man, he had quite a bit of life left in his walk. He went over behind the counter and gave them a smile. "Checking in?" The old man asked the two. Until he found someone more permanent for the checking in processes, he did most of it, and had one of his daughters usually do it at night. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy the work though! He may be old, but he didn't like sitting at home all day. Especially when this job always brought in many interesting people... like these three!
A monk, a cowgirl, and a... very flamboyant looking mangirl... yep... very interesting group indeed! Cid looked over to the two and nodded, for them to check in. He wanted to discuss his own arrangements, but didn't want to be impolite. Really Cid didn't know to ask to simply leave his date of leave open, and just stay here for a more extended amount of time than a day.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 5:58 pm
 Yeah, he had bothered him to do it numerous time on the boat. They couldn’t afford to use more of their stash, since they had to ration it if they wanted to last more than a stupid week. What else could they do during the boat trip then sex? But, Noooo. Conor didn’t want too. They could do the must ******** things ever, but no sex on a boat? Sometime Keith had trouble understanding him, but he didn’t ask any questions. No questions were ever asked between them. He didn’t question Conor’s actions, he didn’t question Keith’s. It was a faire trade and they’d called it square. He had dropped it and spend the trip staring at the ocean smoking in boredom and hating the whole situation. Yeah sure, stuff where going to be cheap. Yeah, sure, they were rich morons living here they could steal from. Yeah sure, they’d probably get a job. HOWEVER, where were they supposed to get their drugs? Conor had suggested growing their own weed, but where? If they were going to live at a stupid inn, they wouldn’t be able to grow anything. At least there ought to be a shop that would sell cigarettes… Only seventeen left… yeah, he had smoked twelve on their way from the harbour to the inn, but ********! This whole situation just pissed him off! He needed something to calm him down and pot wasn’t a choice. Wait – pot? Inn? Would there be able to smoke in their room? He left out a small chuckled as he rolled his eyes. As if they would give a damn about being allowed or not. It’s not some stupid inn tha-
What the hell happened to the Inn? It used to be some stupid little run down place… now it was… A pagoda? ”Uh, Con? I don’t recall ever being a Chinatown here…” He took a large draft out of his cig before throwing it on the ground. They wouldn’t mind smoking in their room later, but first, they needed a room and they weren’t stupid enough as to get rejected for smoking inside. He walked toward the inside the building, staying as far as possible of the stupid horse in the backyard. What the heck was a horse doing there anyway? Stupid animal. If there was something both him and Conor hated with a passion, it was those animals. He gave a push at Conor, forcing him inside the building. He knew his friend, even thought he would never admit it, was scared shitless of horses. Every time he was having a bad trip, it was horses he was hallucinating. That push was simply to get him as fast as possible away from the beast. Keith wasn’t afraid of them. He just loathed them with a passion.
The inside of the building wasn’t much different from the outside. It was all asian all around. four other people were standing inside the hall way. There was a cowgirl. She was probably the stupid b***h who had the horses. She was better leaving as soon as possible, or else he wouldn’t be afraid to slice the animal’s throat. For a moment, he pondered how much blood would come out of the animal if he was to cut it’s jugular. Did horses had jugular? Probably. And they sure as hell had more blood in their body than a human…. Maybe he would just go and do it tonight. Yeah… killing the beast… Getting drenched in its flowing blood as the horse screamed in pain… Oh crap, was he getting a hard on? Bad Keith! BAD! Think of something else. Something pitiful. No drug. No drug until they found a dealer. Maybe even a month! Or worst, a year! Oh God… The horror… well, at least it was back to normal size…
Who else was here? A girl… or was it a guy? What the eck was it? Weirdo. And some Asian dude.. Probably the own- what? The old dude was? The hell? This island was even more ******** up than he remembered it to be. They were better getting out of there as fast as possible. He sigh loudly in annoyance and leaned toward Conor. ”Did I say this was stupid?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:11 pm
"Howdy shug. Ya i wanted ta rent a room. Oh and do yall have stables? I got mah beloved Meyer outside. He needs a place ta stay as well. Gentle thang really he just looks big and scary. Wouldnt hurt a fly." Doris said to the old man as she approached him. "How much do ya reckon itll all cost?"
Indeed Meyer was a gentle beast. Hadnt paid the boys any mind, just went on nibbling on the nearest piece of grass it could without making the carriage move. It would take alot to tick off this steed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:12 pm
 Conor stopped dead as Keith spotted the inn, his brows shooting up and his mouth gaping in the slightest. What the ******** was that?! A china- Oh, god. That was when his eyes lowered slightly in his examination of the bright, red, Chinese-styled building and caught a glimpse of sleek, brown fur. His chest felt like it was erupting as his heart hopped around in panic. That was a big ******** horse. A huge a** horse, even huger than the usual goddamned horse. Horse. That was all he needed to think to have him clenching his mouth shut, only parting it to lick his lips nervously. Horse. Just one horse. But.. Oh, god, the hooves on that behemoth were bigger than his face! How many stomps would that take? Two, three? He'd be squashed like a grape on the pavement – oh, god, no, worse. He'd be squashed like a pumpkin, with all that cracking and.. so slow.. painful.. He would be still alive for a brief moment.. That was only if the animal was kind enough to go for his head first. He swallowed, forgetting that Keith was right there, and allowed himself to be shoved inside. Not before catching the sight of those oversized teeth tearing through the grass like some crazed.. horse..
A horse. Inside the inn. How the ******** was he going to sleep tonight knowing – oh. Well, hello tits and a**, how do you do? His attention was drawn towards the cowgirl standing inside the inn, ignoring the gaudy, out of place decorations for that view right there. Sure, she was likely to have been the cause of that monster outside, but he always had a thing for cowboys. Sticking a hat on a pair of breasts was like.. heaven.. He grinned like a cat staring down a sparrow as he eyed her from a nice three-quarters angle. Good enough to see her curve and – oh, well, hello, who is that? He turned his eyes up from the cowgirl's a** to the.. monk freak dude. Whatever he was, seemed oriental.. something.. Interesting.. Exotic. All he knew was he wanted it too. Let's see, to the next.. old guy, ugh.. And now a.. man.. woman.. an it? What the hell was it? Well, whatever, he could ******** that too, he guessed. He glanced over at Keith and spotted that certain look Keith got on occasions that - yep, there it was. Hard on. He decided not to ask, but it probably had something to do with that knife in his pocket. Oh, well, it was gone now.
“Yeah.. Whatever, man, least we know no one here.” He replied as he headed forward through the gathered people and past the sexy cowgirl to the counter. ..What, did they expect him to wait in line? Screw that bullshit, he had more than enough reason to pass these people and that was because he was Conor. Folk wouldn't know who they were messing with if they tried to protest. He rang the bell up a few times despite the old man already being there and leaned against the counter, “Hey. Need a room – double or whatever. What's the rate down here? ..And who the hell put a horse on your lawn? What is that, some freaky decoration for you?” He asked with a grimace as he shoved a thumb back at the hotel front, before he noticed something.. Something that made him burst out into laughter. “Aye! Keith, look – he's not even oriental! He's just some old guy running a Chinese inn! What's your name? You were at least raised in a Chinese home or something, right? I mean, 'cause this's cheesy as ********>” He turned his amused gaze back onto the clerk halfway through that short lived outburst, studying his totally-not-Asian old face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:50 pm
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Shug? Oh ho! Flirting? Right that was flirting? He thought it was. Finding someone was easier than he thought! Maybe moving here was a great idea. He opened his mouth ready to make an attempt to flirt back when the owner came out. "Oh yes I'm checking in, how muc-" Oh....She called HIM Shug too... Maybe she wasn't flirting?! Well fine then! He didn't want to flirt either. Wait. She had a horse? He was in! He loved horses and girls who loved horse! Well. He never met a girl who had a horse... But they could ride! Wink.
"So, you have a horse eh? Do you ride bareback?" Hot. He made a sexual innuendo! But he was also curious about if she knew how to ride without a saddle. As he was about to make more sexual innuendos about riding, a very rude boy stormed up to the front and started ringing the bell. "Oy, you don't need to be rude ya...ya...uh... brat." He spat out. Before he came here, he wouldn't be comfortable standing up to a random stranger. But he managed to get the position of sheriff! So he had some authority! To bad he didn't really know how to use it...
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:42 pm
[ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ] Cid and Thomas Valentine [ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ] Thomas smiled but shook his head. "I'm sorry, but no we don't have any stables... I don't mind horses, but I think there's some type of violating for keeping one in your room." He said apologetic. "As for a room, it's a simple fair, 10 a night for a single bedroom, 15 for one with two beds. All of them are about the same size though." It was a rather small fair, compared to going for 30 or so a night at the least.
The old man turned to Conor and shook his head, he kept his nice smile when he answered. "I'm Thomas Valentine, and no, I'm not oriental. I just enjoyed the sights of China, and figured designing this inn this way would be beautiful." He then looked over to Cid. "I'm sure it doesn't look too cheesy, does it?" He asked the monk. Cid looked a bit uncomfortable trying to answer that. Considering that's where he's from... well it still is very cheesy, even for him.
"It is..." Cid thought for a moment. "very..." He continued to think of the right words to not offend either party. "....unique in its design and brings in an exotic feeling to this small yet beautiful community." That works. Cid then needed an escape plan! He backed up slowly and mumbled how he needs to be leaving for the time being, until he reached the door, then he quickly turned around and walked off. Smooth.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:56 pm
"That Decoration shug is mah loyal steed, gentle as a kitten and ive had him ever since he was a baby." Doris said to Conor with a light glare. He didnt have to bad mouth her only companion.
Doris looked to Phillip. "Oh yeah i have its fun, but i reckon most of tha neighbors wouldnt like it." Doris blushed and laughed lightly.
"Ill take a single then shug. I reckon i need a place ta stay til i can afford my own little shack here." Doris said as she paid for a months worth of rooming. "Yall know any place at all that i can keep Meyer?" Doris said with a smile to the old man. "I cant just leave him outside. Maybe a local rancher? Er somethang?" Doris asked him with a light pout of her beautiful full lips as she leaned on the counter besides the boy. She crossed her arms under her breasts pushing them up, for all to see.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:15 pm
Keith gave a glare at the weird people in the room. They were ********. Oh so much ********. Not only where they stuck living the middle of no where, without coke or weed or anything, but they had to be surrounded by stupid morons. Although, he had to admit that the cowgirl was quite a nice sight. Nice breast, nice curves. He’d have to talk to Conor about double tagging her. Eh, with the way the other boy had stared at her a**, it wouldn’t take much convincing. As for her, she seemed like a slut. Seriously, who else would dressed that way than someone who would do the first man - or woman – to walk her way? And if she wasn’t willing, they could always used one of those pills… AH DAMN. They didn’t brought any with them. How were they suppose to get easy booty without them? Now they had to flirt or something? God this was stupid, stupid, stupid. Let’s just hope she was a slut.
His attention then shift toward Conor who was… rapping the bell. Was there a better way to describe it? He made a small frown, disapproving of it at first, better not pissed the dude would get them a room, but they thought ”Oh, what the hell” He walked in front of everyone and lean down on the counted laughing at Conon’s behaviour. ”Dude, it’s an old chintok wannabe. That’s hilarious. This place suck. Oh well, give us that two bed, we don’t care about the size, we just care about” Drugs. He finished in his head. They didn’t have any. No one was pushing it here. How were they suppose to get them? Get them from the city? Mailed it to them? They would be a efty price… Okay, 5 dollar difference between the two room… that’s 35 a week… 140 a month… how much a year? More than a grand, that was for sure… they could get at least a couple more grams of cocaine with that… oh at least pay a month worth or cigarettes… ”We’ll take the one bed. Dude, it’s not like we never shared a bed before… Me, you, someone else..” On that, he gave a look at Doris, keeping a smirk on his face. Oh, doing her with Conor right after he would have killed her horse… that would be so delightful…. And then stealing all her cash and getting high with it… Yup. That was a great plan. ”So, the room? We don’t have all day” Only sixteen left, after all… he was running out, and fast.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:16 pm
Conor shrugged off the shemale's insult. Really, did he think that would intimidate him? Man looked like a woman and – Hold up one goddamned minute. “Gentle as a kitten? What the ******** are you on?” He repeated in distress and annoyance – who the hell could call that.. that beast of burden! Demon! Disgusting, hay-eating.. thing. No, no, wait. He lowered his eyes to those breasts of hers, shoved up and aimed to distract the old man but roping him in as well. ..Oh, god, what if she whinnied in bed or some s**t? The idea made his skin crawl, but.. They could muzzle her – didn't Keith still have those pills? If not, then they could always invite her for a smoke and figure out what to do from there. No, not from Keith's precious cigarette stash.. Guy would have them all done with by the time they reached upstairs, after all. But, waste their weed on this.. cowgirl.. Oh, hell, why the ******** did she have to wear a hat? And ride the scariest creature he'd ever laid eyes on at the same time? ..Plus, that accent.. So classic.. Just like John– NO. He pummeled that thought back into his head and away from sight, pissed that he had ever even begun to – he had one crummy poster, didn't make him want to – well, ********. So he did. Not like he was gonna say that to Keith, though the b*****d probably already knew.
Either way, it was settled that he wasn't gonna tell her to go to hell, not when she acted like one of his idols. He put his attention back onto the clerk as Keith took over the conversation, more than amused when he heard the man's name. Thomas? How non-Chinese could you get? He watched the monk scurry off with some interest, deciding to do something about that later. Instead, he chuckled, but didn't continue the mockery if only because the rates offered were actually.. pretty good. Perfect, really. They could last little more than year off of what they already had, counting in food and other stuff.. But, excluding the most important aspect of their lives: Drugs. How much would it be out here in hick nowhere? Prices must be doubled.. dealers were pricks like that, knew you couldn't go much else in a place like this.. That is if there even was a dealer out here. ..How would they manage then? Mail? Weekly trips to the city? ..Oh, no. They wouldn't go to rehab. No way in hell were they dropping because of something like this. He'd rather start his own lab then do that. He looked to Keith and nodded, agreeing with that bit. They could share a bed and.. Oh, looked like Keith liked the idea too. Good, no need to convince him, then. He didn't want any comments on his.. 'like' with cowboys. Now, he held out his hand and waited for the key to be dropped in it, giving the old man an expectant look.
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