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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 4:58 pm
 Razputin Orlov Razputin was calmly waiting behind the female until he noticed her staring at him, at first he saw no problem with this considering his previous line of work however the man couldn't help but get worried when the stranger slumped over with a nose bleed. With a quick stride Razputin was at her side with a worried look on his face. "Do you require medical assistance miss?" [Mood]: worried [With]: A stranger [Money]: $1000 [Wearing ]: a sweater with the top of his dress shirt and tie showing, jeans, black leather gloves, a bag and glasses
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 5:23 pm
M i c h i k o xR u n a  ❥ At feeling the male right in her personal pace, Michiko was quick to jump back with a frightened look on her face. Mostly due to the embarrassment at being caught having a hentai moment. Wiping her nose she simply nodded, her face a bright red. “I-I'm fine! J-just f-fine..!" Michi tried hard not to stutter but her nerves wouldn't allow it.
ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years
ᴍᴇ: My Life
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 7:14 pm
Razputin Orlov Razputin stepped back not wanting the woman want to panic anymore then she already was, however after a few moments he went up to the bell and rang it himself. "You'd think there qould be a receptionist here." [Mood]: still worried [With]: A stranger [Money]: $1000 [Wearing ]: a sweater with the top of his dress shirt and tie showing, jeans, black leather gloves, a bag and glasses
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 7:45 pm
M i c h i k o xR u n a ❥ Michiko sighed once he turned his attention back to the desk. She hated socializing, especially when it came to being the focus of attention. When she noticed the male point out the obvious, something she had been thinking herself, Michiko decided to break the silence for once and agree. “Y-yeah you got that right....so....you here for a job too...?"
ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years
ᴍᴇ: My Life
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 8:26 pm
 Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
✗ ??/?? ||| ✗ La Mer ||| ✗ Is wearing Weekend Sit-in
✗ Journal: Updated 04/17 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: N/a
✗ Last Location: 1201 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═Tyrese usually took his weekends off, and if there were anytime not to be covering someone else's shift it would bloody well be today. He couldn't say he appreciated it, with Aubrey leaving tomorrow, but what could he do? If his employees couldn't be here then it fell on him as owner. Still, he was growing a little tired with the coming and going- hiring and letting go, over and over again. He was grateful, at least, that Aubrey had been in a soaring mood lately after winning the paintball event. Boy had he been surprised. He'd tied in a celebration/pre-Valentine's day outgoing since she'd be four hours away with her parents for the holiday itself. It all kinda added onto his exasperation- that, or him being directly in the middle of quitting his smoking habits. It was undoubtable, even, considering he'd been craving for the last hour or so. Fisting one hand through his bangs, the wolf slipped through his door and into the lobby of La Mer. There were a couple of people there already, his attempt at perking up for their sakes seeming at least half successful. "Well hello, there. I'm sorry no one was here to service you, but I can help you both now." Half humming (even if a little gruffly,) he swang his way behind the receptionist desk and dipped his head in greeting. He was quick to sit down and log into the computer, looking between the two for whom he should first speak. ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』 『 Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═  Out Of Chamomile:
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 8:55 pm
M i c h i k o xR u n a ❥ The moment Tyrese made his entrance, Michiko couldn't help but get another nose bleed. Her imagination running wild as she was quick to put a hand over her nose to keep the blood from spilling. Also to hide the fact that she was yet again having an otaku moment thanks to her perverted mind. “OH MY GAWD..! This hot tamale is DEFINITELY A SEME!! Without a question!! Ah!! Act cool Michi!! Try not to scare this one too! Your next meal depends on it!!" She cleared her throat while still holding her nose. "Yes...are y-you hiring?! Because I'd be glad to help!! That's what I'm here for!!!"
ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years
ᴍᴇ: My Life
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 9:16 pm
Razputin Orlov Razputin was about to answer the girl's question until a man ducked behind the counter and gave both Razputin and the girl a little bow, Razputin then waited for the female to answer since he was there first before giving his own answer as well. "Ah yes hello there, I was in the neighborhood and was wondering if you were in need of any death defying shows. I'll even perform for free of course." [Mood]: friendly [With]: Two strangers (Tyrese and Michiko) [Money]: $1000 [Wearing ]: a sweater with the top of his dress shirt and tie showing, jeans, black leather gloves, a bag and glasses
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 9:46 pm
xxxx ♫ Solaris Windstorm ♫ xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Violinistxxxx
”My song can be a hymn accompanying your victory, or an elegy chronicling your demise… ”
Residence: 1100 Etoile Housing District ┊Occupation: Violinist / Amour de la Mer Chef
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-- Enter --
Solaris entered the establishment through the employee entrance, though she couldn't get the most of her nerves to stay still. Hikaru and the others were about to make a major decision for a truce, but what if it had gone south and the hunters would insist on tracking her down? No, she couldn't overthink especially with the need to show up after the day off for a day and a half. She was just done tidying her stuff inside her locker and she was about to put on her chef's outfit when she heard Tyrese conversing with two people. Taking a deep breath, she approached her boss, and as much as she didn't want to disturb the conversation, the wolf deserved to know the major transitions in her life. As soon as the two were done voicing out, the fallen angel squeaked out, her hand close to her chest. "Ummm... Tyrese, if you are free, can I speak to you for a moment? I have to tell you something." Indeed, it was time to make it or break it.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Location: Amour de la MerStatus: EngagedMood: trying to calm downCompany: Tyrese, Michiko, RazputinMoney: $201.00 (Wallet) ; $825.00 (Bank Account)OOC: Here's the cue so that she will spill the beans.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 10:51 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
✗ ??/?? ||| ✗ La Mer ||| ✗ Is wearing Weekend Sit-in
✗ Journal: Updated 04/17 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: N/a
✗ Last Location: 1201 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese was the slightest bit puzzled by the female who immediately covered half her face, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of being recognized- pft, no. He seemed to be in the clear, next thinking the woman must be rather shy. Perhaps, considering the stuttering thatpqe ensued as she asked whether he had positions open. Warmly chcuckling, he nodded. "Ah, give me just a moment and I'll get you an application." The printed forms were in his office, exactly where someone asking that exact question would be directed if not for the fact he was working a different position. The bluenette's eyes fell onto the next waiting male next, his next puzzled look exceeding the confused inquisition of the last. Life defying shows? "A-Ah..." He was a little loss for words, shaking his head a moment later and reassuming his smile. "You'd have to elobrate what you mean for me." Luckiky these two were talking exactly to whom they needed at the moment. These were certainly unique ways to scout out potential employees, the latter being much less conventional and -in his mind- he was unsure of personal practicality. Someone spoke up then that Tyrese was much more familiar with, his chair turning to help him see the source of tentative mew. Usually she was a day of sunshine, so the tone itself had the wolf cocking his head before replying. "Solaris, hello." This seemed...urgent? From her body language, that is, leaving him with not much to think. "Of course, just let me, uhm..." Should he be giving the male an application as well? He couldn't say he had an opening for an entertainment piece, but he was intrigued nonetheless. "Give me one second- Er, will you all?"With a quick glance at all three faces, Tyrese heaved himself out of his chair and shuffled quickly towards his office. He trusted Solaris would be vigilent for a few moments on his behalf as he poked into his office and grabbed a couple of forms. He was soon to return and slide them forward with pens for each, then turning to the angel and motioning for her to step aside with him. He could see this was turning into a whirlwind of a morning. The male could only clear his throat as he tucked his hands into his pockets. He was antsy, but he had some self control. "Is everything okay?"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』 『 Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Out Of Chamomile:
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 5:32 am
M i c h i k o xR u n a ❥ Thankfully the man hadn't noticed her embarrassing habit and was even kind enough to bring back an application! Michiko had a chance! Without hesitation, the small woman grabbed the form and moved to the side, using the floor as support to fill out the application. All the while, the others tended to their own business, Michiko gave her nose a quick wipe with the back of her sleeve. Hopeful that no one had been watching, which was highly unlikely. But still, one could never be too careful. As Michiko sat there on the ground, ensuring that her application was filled out to the very last detail, she would take the opportunity to scan over the individuals around her. So these would be my coworkers....should I get hired....hm....pretty good looking bunch...none of them look like ex-serial killers...guess it wouldn't be so bad...."She looked back to her finished application and debated between simply leaving it on the desk and taking off, or actually waiting for the owner. It wasn't like she had anything else to do; except maybe feed her cats she so happen to forget this morning during the rush to get here. As she contemplated on the decision, a tiny white head would suddenly poke out from her backpack, and let out a lazy meow. Michiko twitched at the familiar sound before looking over and seeing her cat staring right back at her. In a state of panic, Michiko grabbed the bag and turned around to hide it from the others. "Jasper! Couldn't you have waited for me to get home? Ugh!! No wonder my bag was so heavy this morning... Just be quiet or I won't get that job I need to feed your fat a**!" Michiko whispered angrily to her cat who seemed unaffected by her threats, but nonetheless, retreated back into his master's bag. With a sigh of relief, Michiko slipped the canvas bag back on and picked up her application; acting as if nothing had happened. Intent on waiting for Tyrese, so long as her cat didn't decide to pop in again and ruin a potential job opportunity...
*Edited*
ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years
ᴍᴇ: My Life
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 10:08 pm
Razputin Orlov Razputin was about to explain about what he meant about death defying shows until a familiar face showed up, it was the girl who helped fix up his hand and since she looked rather flustered Razputin decided to let her speak first. Suddenly Razputin heard a meow and turned around just in time to see the brown haired girl scold a cat before the feline ducked back into the bag. Since Razputin didn't want to be standing near the tall man and the violinist while they talked he turned around and crouched down by the brown haired girl before speaking, "Unruly pets are the worst aren't they?" [Mood]: friendly [With]: Two strangers (Tyrese , Michiko and Solaris ) [Money]: $1000 [Wearing ]: a sweater with the top of his dress shirt and tie showing, jeans, black leather gloves, a bag and glasses
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 3:31 am
 Katlyn Willan Do every act like it'll be the last act you'll do
Katlyn walked through the front doors of the hotel, deciding to warm up a bit before actually getting to work. Still too cold for her liking. From the quick glance she took outside, there wasn't any trash to pick up that was noticeable. Plus she doubted there would be a customer that was going to walk and poke around for any trash to be found. If there was, she would eat a whole package of sour candy. The promise made her shudder as she glanced around.her eyebrows raising when she it was the owner himself and he seemed to be doing reception work. That was new, must not have had anyone in yet to take care of them. Katlyn shrugged her shoulders with a smile as she glanced at Solaris who seemed to be a bit worried, or was it anxious. Katlyn wasn't sure which it was. Oh well, it looked like the owner and the violinist were having a talk so she would bug her later. She just gave a wave, calling out. "Morning boss man." Giving Solaris a greeting smile before making her way out the door to where she was sure she was wanted, giving the two at the desk a wave and smile. "Morning."
Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.
OOC: Katlyn being friendly but feel free to talk to her, she doesn't really wanna go outside lol Money: Pocket: $55 Bank: $920 Location: Amour De la Mer (inside) Status: Single Wearing: Clothes XD
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 3:33 am
xxxx ♫ Solaris Windstorm ♫ xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Violinistxxxx
”My song can be a hymn accompanying your victory, or an elegy chronicling your demise… ”
Residence: 1100 Etoile Housing District ┊Occupation: Violinist / Amour de la Mer Chef
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Her verdant eyes took notice of the potential new manager, but also, she recognized Razputin, the guy whom she had met back before her first major concert. She bowed down to them both. "It's a pleasure to meet you both, but I have some things to discuss in private. Hope to see you guys later once the talk is over." She could hear the female complaining because of the cat together with Raz's comment about the minuscule fiasco, but that was not what was on her mind right now. Her main focus was on what she had to say to her boss. She cleared her throat before finally voicing out on the truth. "You see, Tyrese. Lots of things had occurred to me during the past few days. I am getting engaged to someone and I am slowly reclaiming my inheritance from my deceased parents who died because of the war. But more importantly..." The hand settling close to her chest balled into a fist. "Someone is out there to kill me, and that may be the huntress that took everything from me back then. After I was chosen as the bride during the ball last night, I was warned that the end would soon come from me..."
The violinist's downcast eyes were shifting away, as if she was frightened on the possible reaction from her employer. "I may not feel safe anymore, Tyrese. Hikaru is working on the truce, but some hunters may be persistent no matter what, not stopping until the target ceases to live. I'm so sorry that I have to say this to you, but it is better than keeping it all in, pretending that everything is okay." Truly, there were times in which her cheerful facade would crumble, and now was one of those times.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Location: Amour de la MerStatus: EngagedMood: definitely afraidCompany: Tyrese, Michiko, RazputinMoney: $201.00 (Wallet) ; $825.00 (Bank Account)OOC: EXTENSIVE PREPARATION FOR NEW YEAR, SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY. *flops*
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 5:06 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
✗ Solaris, Katyln, ??/?? ||| ✗ La Mer ||| ✗ Is wearing Weekend Sit-in
✗ Journal: Updated 04/17 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: N/a
✗ Last Location: 1201 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese pretty much heard everything, he was a wolf and nothing less was to be expected. That being said, he was more amused than annoyed by a cat being here, especially if it was accidental. Naturally it wouldn't become a regular thing under his approval, he was simply going to ignore it as a factor to affect the woman's interview in a negative way. Besides, he was more of a cat person than a dog person. Ironic! Boots, Sela's dog, was just a hasstle to him- he preferred sucking up to Dime in an attempt to get some attention from the sly feline. He also noted Katlyn walking in, smiling and nodding as she called a greeting, and after a quick second thought, he held up one finger to keep her from straying far. He knew there wasn't much landscaping to do, so he'd reassign her for now. Clearing his throat , the owner did curtly turn his attention back on Solaris, brows furrowed in the slightest as he allowed her a turn of his attention. His mouth opened, a surprised expression on his face before it was wiped clear. He'd thought congratulations were in order, but found himself loaded with way more questions than answers a few short moments later. What ball? Who was Hikaru? Why was there a--- huntress after her? The wolf was all together puzzled, removing one hand to rub the back of his neck as he sorted through what would be relevant for him to ramble over in his new mess of thoughts. "I'm so sorry you don't feel safe coming to work for the time being, I understand your need for precaution." He began slowly, sliding his palm along the roots orb his hair before dropping it. "Are you going to be leaving us? I'm not sure if I should consider this a resignation." If there was something he could do to help here feel safe he would, but he wasn't equipped to handle this situation by any means. The man wasn't even wholly sure this wasn't the angel's inadvertent was of saying she was going under police protection in some form. He'd be endangering his customers if he kept here here, so really either was she was leaving. For how long was really the question. Tyrese was a little tongue tied, wanting to comment on her good news but holding his tongue to take care of the more pressing issue first. ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』 『 Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Out Of Chamomile: Happy new year (o ^ o)/
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:01 pm
M i c h i k o xR u n a ❥ Michiko noticed the blonde crouch down beside her, inquiring her about difficult pets. The brunette flushed and tried hard not to panic, or she would surely cause a scene. There was no way this guy had seen Jasper...right...? And if he had, he didn't seem like the type to report her to the owner for it. It was not like she intentionally snuck her cat in anyways. Nodding in agreement, she managed a crooked smile. How long was the owner going to take? Michiko didn't want to be here longer than she had to be. It was unnerving for her and she had to get out for now. "Yeah, a r-real pain in the a**...so you planning to apply here too huh..?"
ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years
ᴍᴇ: My Life
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