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 Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 8:35 pm
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: Tue Apr 29, 2008 8:58 pm
[Opening Day, 8 PM]
The lights, the glamor, the glory, these were the things that were awaiting at the entrance of the hotel as the arrival day for the second annual Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai had come. Visitors from all across the world were coming in to get in on this event, even though the fights will be broadcasted live when the fighting begins. But for now, it was just the prefights, the day where the fighters settle into their rooms and get to know both their environment and their competition. Some cameramen and news crew were waiting at the entrance, but they were not going to be much of a bother. Midus Sonners, the president of GTB, made sure of that, only allowing approved media to come in, as long as they followed the rules given to them, one being importantly to not push on those they interview when they show resistance.
Stationed around the hotel were security, men and women of the Gaian Police Department. Though they had a universal uniform code, some showed personalization in their looks. As long as you saw their badges, however, you knew who you to watch out for. But surely, if something does happen, they'll be the ones to to break it all up.
Of course, this was the GTB. With a hotel full of fighters ready to fight, what's the worst that can happen?
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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:17 pm
Spooky checked in.
Pocketed his s**t.
Ignored his room number, went to the Janitors closet on the first floor, stole the keys and settled in. It appeared that "Manuel" the guy assigned to this floor was on extended vacation, as his uniform hadn't been touched for some time.
No one was going to catch him with his pants down in the Suite that he had been assigned to. Especially not with the s**t he had planned lately.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:57 pm
The roar of an engine reached the hotel long before the vehicle in question ever showed up, like a herald of the dawn. But show up the motorcycle did, carrying on it's oversized wheels and seat a one Damion Hedley, fresh from the end of the Heaven or Hell tournament. His helmet blocked who he was from veiw, but with a flash of his invitation he had the concierge take the bike to wherever it was they parked such things as he swung a heavy bag onto his back, looking at the building through tinted plastic. He was dressed differently, and thus anyone who had heard of him wouldn't place him immediately as the third fighter on Team Pheonix. His jeans were tight around the waist but seemed looser the further down you went, finally terminating in heavy boots as befitting a bike rider. His shirt was short sleeved and tight, wet suit tight and moved with his body as he walked down the strip that led to the door, ignoring the camera's as much as they probably ignored him.
"Hn....think they could have just sent me the key." He murmured, yanking his helmet off with his free right hand, gazing around the plush room for amoment to see if anyone he recognized was running about before making his way to the desk to receive his room key and be on his way.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 12:02 am
Jack whispered as he got out of the taxi that had brought him to the hotel. Looking around at the cameras and such reminded him of a recent tourney he had just been in. What a life this fighting life, moving from hotel to hotel while fighting inbetween. For some, it would be a pretty s**t life, but compared to Jacks old life this was a ******** load better by far. Doing what he loved without the fear of being killed, though it was possible to be killed anyway. And also staying for free in big a** hotels, much better than a run down ruin on a cliff side. This was the life for Jack!
Once Jack had gotten past his short thinking bit he stepped forward and headed towards the hotel. He wore a pair of black jeans, baggy as usual, that nearly covered his leather boots. But the steel capped toes still poked out past the pants. For a shirt Jack wore a black shirt, unbuttoned, with a white shirt beneath it. Around his neck hanging over the white shirt were two necklasses, one a plain silver chain while the other was a silver pendant. His right hand was covered by a black fingerless glove and fishnet over the whole arm. His left on the other hand was covered totally in bandages. Slung around the left arm was a black bag filled with his s**t. And finally he wore his long black hair in a pony tail that trailed down his back.
A few people tried to talk to him, but were given nothing but the silent treatment. And into the hotel he went and straight for the desk to pick up the things he needed, etc. Giving his name he took his key card and such and headed up to room 400. Time to get comfy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 12:14 am
Then, suddenly a mass of pitch black epic praportions became apparent. Whizzing toward the sidewalk before all the bussle. And before it could actually, impact, The sphere of tendrils would expand and halt instantly. The darkness itself peeling back. Leaving four different wolves in a sqaure formation around a ghostly haired young man. The six foot figure and his pets strolled through the media.
Brialliant yellow eyes completely ignoring them. Hell. Most of them had fallen/jumped back when the 'thing' collided with the ground. The ones that did get photos, video. Had pictures and footage of exactly nothing at all.
The dhampir shoved the doors of the hotel open. Walking in with his four companions. One of them seaped away at the door, His deep blue eyes the last thing vissible before he vanished. Being twice the size of a full grown male polar bear, the creature wouldn't have fit in the halls. Marut would have to hang back in Matthew's shadow.
The remaining three made a new formation. The reddish and greyish wolves in front.The reddish one maybe the size of a lion, while the grey one was standard size for a male wolf. The other though. The eerie jet black 'bear sized' wolf. It would hang back, its crimson eyes keeping watch on everything.
Eventually the group made it to the front desk. Matthew signed the sheet. Smiled at the jack off behind the counter. And took his key for room 1030. No directions needed. He'd head to the elevator and punch in the propper keys as the poor bus boy asked about luggage.
He laghed. Whilst his wolves moved into the little space. Taking up all the available room.
"Heh...I saw a pool..."
"You know what that means.."
The door shut. They all grinned. And then spoke out as one.
"Pool honeys!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 2:08 am
A candy red Porsche 911 convertible steadily came to a halt just outside of the hotel entrance. The sounds of the 90s grunge band "Silverchair" were pumping out of it's massive surround sound speaker system. The song coming to an abrupt halt as Katsu Redmoon, or as was more commonly used as his press name, "Leon T" stepped out of the car.
He was wearing a black tuxedo with a skinny black tie, White undershirt, and shiny black shoes. A pair of black aviator shades covered his eyes as he smiled at the interviewers already turning their heads to look at him.
He seemed well kept, Pearly white teeth, Smooth clean skin, a well shaven beard cut so that he had a small patch of hair on his chin. The hair on his head too, was well kept and in good condition, brown spikes pushed back and cut shorter on the sides.
He approached the press with his hands in his pocket, keeping a cool demeanor as he answered some questions about his recent endeavors into the world of business, and of course his millions of pounds.
After all was said and done, and he had completed a few publicity shots smiling and shaking hands with a few of the big shots that had turned up to see the events glorious opening ceremony, Leon gave a small salute jokingly to the crowd, before casually walking towards the main doors to the hotel.
Walking up to the counter, he looked at the clerk, quite an attractive young women, with a rather large bust. Leon lowered his shades and made sure she seen him look at her body, before making eye contact and smiling cheekily.
"So..How's the room service?"
he asked flirtatiously, whilst simultaneously handing over a tri-folded letter.
The girl smiled a little, before turning around and grabbing a card from underneath her desk.
"Here you are sir, room 534.. enjoy your stay.."
The girl winked a little as she held onto the card a little longer than was needed, making sure the two made eye contact again. Leon simply smiled back at her knowingly.
"Your room is on the 5th floor sir."
She finally said, as if taking a mental note of what had just been said. Leon turned and pulled his shades back down before heading to the elevator and eventually his new temporary home.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 2:08 am
Muso was different than most making their arrival into the hotel. For one he was equipped in heavy strength training armor that covered his form, purposely keeping his physical strength in great condition just like his durability that will be shown in combat. Jogging this muscular Athletic warrior would be approaching the entrance to the five star hotel, known where GTB II will have its fighters stationed there.
His appearance told everyone the type of person he was. Filled with that competitive drive to win, eagerness to battle, and lastly meeting some new faces resulted in an amazing event that was similar to Christmas in some degree. Muso Ragori the prime martial artist will show these fighters a thing or two about the artform of hand to hand combat. The advance combat suit he wore was tightly wore on his muscular stature.
His mind linger around this establishment and he smiled. His brother Darious Kaiq survive until the 3rd round of the grand Heaven or Hell 08 tournament, but unlike him he didn't align himself with others, instead relying on his own abilities to survive in this tournament. Pacing towards the desk in a calm manner, Muso placed the ticket on the desk to receive his keycard to Suite 201.
" Nice day we're having. Well here my ticket and I hope you enjoy the battles."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 2:48 am
The taxi pulled up outside the hotel with a heavy brake. The driver Looked at the hotel with amazement and turned around "You sure this is the place?" He asked Esico. Esico slipped out a 20 dollar note ad gave it to the man and stepped out the cab. The hotel lit up the area as the noise coming from it made his heart race. He unclenched his hand as the ticket revealed. He let out a loud sigh he had been driving for a few hours now and with each second the suspense got greater he felt like a burden had just been removed from his back and this was a dream. He grinned excitedly.
This was it his big chance to make him self more than just a common guy. He grabbed his gym bag and made his way to the large front door The gardens were amazing and just an example of where he would be staying he soon opened the hotels large doors and stepped into the lobby. He saw a man in a type of armour getting his key like the letter said. *this isn’t going to be easy.* he thought. He grinned more this is what he wanted people that would give him bruises and broken arms a challenge other than an idiot on the street who thinks that size and strength are all that matters.
He walked over to the desk and placed his ticket down onto its smooth surface and waited for the woman to give him his room key. The ticket was slightly crumpled and was worn from him holding it she soon found the key and handed it over to him and a pice of paper explaining where everything was in the hotel. He took the key smiling keeping His gym bag firmly in his hand. He walked towards the elevator and got inside once it was called down while he waited felt he needed some armour or better equipment once he'd settled and gotten some sleep he'd go find a shop the next day.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 8:21 am
Reyin Nova was far from the most world-reknown name entered in the tournament. Hell, aside from three or four people outside of his own parents, the rest of the population didn't even know he existed. This probably explained why he arrived at the hotel in the back of a farm truck without much fanfare. He hopped out of the bed of the truck, snagged up his dusty duffle bag and sword, and thanked the driver for the ride.
The media didn't even seem to pay that much attention to him. A few snapshots were taken of what speculation assumed was just a farm boy who managed to get into the tournament through some sort of fluke. Fit as he looked, there just wasn't anything spectacular about him that separated him from the other competitors. His clothing was fairly plain, his hair was tousled and unkempt, and his face was covered in dirt and grime from sleeping in the back of a truck. Even the sword he carried didn't look as though it were anything special.
Quite frankly, he looked like a homeless person with a sword and a duffle bag.
The woman behind the front desk looked wary upon his arrival, but the ticket he held was genuine. Suite 667 was his assigned room, and he took the key with a smile.
If the blonde-haired, green eyed young man had anything going for him, it was manners. There was a boyish charm about him that some female fans found appealing, but the dirt and smell kept them from approaching too close.
Deciding to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, Reyin half ran, half walked up the six flights to get to his room. Once inside his suite, Reyin deposited his belongings on the bed and headed to the bathroom.
First order of business?
A nice, long shower.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 9:57 am
 Kuroha Zemashitama, a man very familiar with the gaia-verse and all that was in it had come to yet another tournament was amongst this warrior. Prior to HoH, he was but a simple samurai with little in his future. But now, things were much different. He had been sent to the Underworld for his training once before, and judging by his aged appearance, he had done much of it. Twenty years in the Underworld had constituted not even five months in this world alone, and those twenty years had done him a lot of justice and form.
This samurai, with his blade on his shoulder, would come walking towards the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai hotel, just as the letter he was sent directed him. This tournament would prove whether or not his training had helped him at all in the long run. If you listened closely to him, he would be humming a tune of his old country of Japan.
And as this samurai hummed his tune, the doors to his next step in his everlasting life would rapidly approach. He entered through such doors, and into the lobby of his new home for the next month, and as if it were second nature, his breath would be let loose in a relaxing sigh. He felt happy once more to be competing in something such as this tournament, to further himself in whatever he needed improvement on, and to show what he could do in the field of combat.
Kuroha would now approach the counter with great pleasure, taking from the envelope a ticket, marked specifically for his room key. He slid it over the counter, and awaited the key. The young woman, with particular large breasteses would address the warrior formally. He couldn't help but stare, and it didn't appear as if she minded.
"Room 245, Mr. Kuroha. Enjoy your stay, and good luck with your fights!"
She smiled, closed her eyes, and bounced a little when finishing that sentence. Life was good, but he had his own girl to think about now. He wouldn't want his young Himawari to think he'd be cheating on her.He feared that the young kunoichi would kill him in his sleep if he did such a thing.
He graciously took the room key, and bowed his head with a half-cocked smile, and the young woman did the exact same thing. Kuroha had forgotten that his chest lay bare, so maybe thats why the young girl had not really taken any offense to his actions. She seemed to like what she saw as well.
Now that all was in order, Kuroha would walk around and check out the place. He needed to get used to his surroundings...
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 10:46 am
Whhhiiirrrrrm..The day after the official opening the tournament, a black Rune arrived, weaving in and out of traffic to screech to a stop in front of the hotel. The driver was clad in riding leathers and wore a black helmet, his face hidden behind the opaque blackness of the face-plate. The silver outline of a wolf head decaled each sided of the helmet, though no such decoration touched the plain black-and-chrome machine that the rider was sitting on. Rubber burnt on asphalt as the bike came to a halt, swerving slightly to give the rider a side-long view of the hotel. The media outside swiveled to turn their cameras on the black leather clad arrival. The crowd was surprisingly large - media and fans had come from all over, and quite a few had seeped away from Heaven or Hell to follow their favorite fighters to the GTB II. The Psi Nine News crew, led by one Jonnie Farragut was even present - another Psi Nine team was still covering the Heaven or Hell Finals. The Psi Nine reporter motion fervently at his camera man, and the operator zoomed in on the black face-plate of the Rune's rider. " This is Jonnie Farragut with Psi Nine News! Another fighter has arrived - late, no less!" the suited man commented, standing beside the camera man to let the watchers at home have a full view of the man. The rider stepped off of his hog, whapping the kick-stand with his heel to knock it in place. A valet hurried up, taking the keys from the be-leathered rider, and the bags from the bike before scurrying off. This must be the place..Black gloved hands reached up to grasp the helmet, pulling it away. A sheen of dark hair rushed out from the confines of the helmet over the rider's broad shoulders as he stood tall in front of the crowd as the proud, almost saturnine features of Deitric Jocasta were revealed once the helmet was fully removed. A black-and-white patterned bandanna covered the top of the warrior's head, his turquoise eyes glaring out at those around him. He didn't look happy - but then again, he rarely looked anything other than stony and calm. Farragut let out a cry and approached the former Vice-Captain of Bloodfire. He offered the warrior his hand, and the solemn fighter took it in a handshake, cameras flashing while Farragut smiled and Deitric remained as impassive as ever. A few men with "Psi Nine" labeled T-shirts managed to keep the other media folk away while the two men made their way to the hotel entrance, Farragut following on Deitric's right while Karr followed on the left with his ever-present camera. " Deitric Jocasta - The Thundering Tempest! Are you here to compete? Do you believe you'll fare as good in your second tournament as you did in Heaven or Hell with Dragosani Kain and James Eredas? Do you have a message for the watchers at home?" The mic was shoved in front of the red-skinned man's face, and he paused mid-stride to respond. " With any luck, I will do just as good - perhaps better. I had faith in my teammates, but I'm much more suited to this style of fighting - two men enter, one man wins. I look forward to the first round, and all those after it. The only message I have is that they should keep watching; things will get interesting if this tournament is as great as it's been advertised," the warrior flashed a rare smile and the Psi Nine camera cut, letting Jonnie pat the man on the back as they continued walking into the hotel, pushing the doors open. The Psi Nine men melted away again and the crowd massed together again, jostling for the front and center. " Such a ********' hassle to work out there with those animals. Tell me Deitric, would you be willing to do another interview for Psi Nine? Of course, you don't need a ride this time, but we can pay you in gold," Farragut questioned, looking up at the slightly taller fighter. As much as Jonnie loved his job, he hated it too - he couldn't swear, couldn't drink on the job, and he had to deal with things ranging from crowds of magically-inclined kooks to fighters with all sorts of personality disorders. Luckily, he'd found one he could interview and get ratings off of that was relatively normal, if a little quiet. " Of course, Jonnie. But not right now - Right now, I have other matters to attend to. You can reach me at my room - eight-sixty. Let the clerk know before hand so they can alert me," Deitric responded, his long legs carrying him away from the reporter and camera man as quickly as he could manage. He flashed the ticket he'd received to the front-desk clerk, and the woman idly slid him a key. He only offered a nod and took it, turning away to find his room. Eight-sixty. Somewhere on the eighth floor. He let out a grunt as he disappeared behind the doors of the nearest elevator, away from the crowd and to his own room for some rest.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 11:51 am
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walks forward, the media sort of separating to allow a clear path for him to walk through. He didn't really give them any attention as he walked, mutters coming from the crowd. The thing was, he wasn't trying to let them know that he was one of the participants. He was enjoying that smoke of his as he passes through the doors of the hotel and enters into the lobby. The carpet was nice, cushion meeting the bottom of his feet. The surrounding air smelled of some type of light perfume that was likely coming from the various plants this place had. It surely did feel like a five-star restaurant. It beat all the shaggy places he's been too so far on his journeys with a certain group of people, but who he was would be left to discovery.
Walking up to the counter, his eyes are immediately captivated by the beautiful receptionist standing there, with that gorgeous face of hers, flawless hair, and exposed cleavage. He does his best to keep that calm, cool posture with himself, placing his ticket onto the table to collect his room.
"Hello, ma'am. The name's Sanji. I'm a participant in this tournament and I've come to redeem my room keycard."
The woman bows, reaching below her and removing the keycard for him. "Here you are, Mr. Sanji. It is an honor to have you here. Please enjoy your stay."
"Oh, I will," he replies, taking the keycard. "Maybe later, you and I can enjoy a drink together. How does that sound?"
The woman just giggles, her hand coming to her mouth. "You flatter me. But maybe later."
Hearts suddenly took place of his eyes as he went into mental ecstasy. "She said maybe! I knew I would find some hot girls in this place! I hope there are equally beautiful girls fighting in this tournament."
But then again, he didn't want to have to fight any woman. It went against all laws of chivalry that he followed. Giving her a wink, he walks to the elevator and goes up to the eleventh floor where his room lied.
1100. Sliding his keycard, he enters into his room, greeted with the decorative inside of what will be his home as long as he didn't lose in this tournament. Closing the door with just his right foot, he walks over to the bed and just sits down at it, folding his arms as he goes into some thinking. Quiet for a few moments, he removes his cigarette from his mouth, his eyes continuing to stare forward.
After his little meditative period, he says to himself: "They should be here any minute. I just hope they don't disturb the peace. I doubt this place welcomes our type of fun."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:25 pm
Spyke looked down from the rooftop of the hotel. at all the fighters coming in. The spectators and news people weren't his affair. They didn't matter to him. It was the men and women going through the doors that he had interest in. His body completely hidden under his black cloak with the exception of his brunette hair and icy blue optics. He felt out the powers present at the moment and raised an eyebrow. Some of them were already planning on playing games. Some were just biding time and still others were enjoying themselves.
Spyke came to the conclusion that watching these entities enter would neither reveal anything of interest nor do any good in the long run so he deemed it a opportune time to proceed with his own plans. He stepped off the rooftop and went into a head first free fall. Unconcerned he plummeted towards the ground as some rich looking man entered the doors. Unnoticed till Spyke landed on his feet and vanished through the doors. By the time anyone would have seen him he would already be inside. Rumors of a man in a black cloak would be passed through the crowd like wildfire through dry grass. In the end it would be mostly dismissed. A shadow is just that.
Once through the doors Spyke approached the desk with completely unchanging features. He neither smiled nor scowled. He didn't even speak to the woman at the desk. His eyes locked onto hers and as if drawing her soul out through her eyes she continued to stare into his optics. Fear and discomfort on her features and body language. He placed his letter on the counter and eager to break the gaze of this man the woman grabbed for it and read it. Hurriedly she placed the key before Spyke. A naked muscular arm protruded from beneath the folds of the dark cloak revealing nothing more of the form underneath.
Taking the key inside the abyss along with the retracted appendage Spyke bowed to the shaken woman and melted into the ground. The real man was already standing in his room. 1150. The shadow sent in the front door had merely been sent to collect the key and check in. Spyke stood there for several minutes before turning to the door. His eyes flashed momentarily and from outside there would be a muffled thudding noise. Otherwise all was silent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:35 pm
A massive ******** figure that resembled a god damn dragonic man would be seen ********' walking into the hotel, pass the media, who cares about TV anyway? In fact, who cared about useless long drawn out introductions to a hotel? Thought Murdoch as he maneuvered his bulk.
Receiving his key and making his way towards the elevator...Alone, due to his fat a**. He would head to his suite, room 712.
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