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((Okay my first post, it always one of my longest and it‘s very introductory post to learn a bit about my character. That‘s all hope you all enjoy. ))

Blackness turns to white and even as the blur whiteness got clearer it remain still white. Endless whiteness that is smooth, spotless in every spot. Finally the whiteness fades as Paris sat up. Looking around, fill with confusion he scan the surrounding area. A dresser, table and a TV, all push up against the wall and lights place higher on wall. Underneath him a big cushy bed, covered with lavender sheets and comforter. A single thought course through his mind:

“Where I am?” Paris freak out a bit, he had never seen this place and he didn’t even have a clue where he is. That same thought stay firmly on his mind and the dirty blonde boy only got more and frightful. He move his hand a slightly knocked something. Cautiously he turns his head prepare for the worst… His emerald eyes widen… “Loraine! I‘m so glad you‘re here!” He squeals girlishly, and then wraps his arms around the dull gray color teddy bear. Inspecting the stuff animal, he quickly straight the wrinkle out of her purple dress and tighten the purple bow on her right ear. “Oh Loraine… I‘m… so confuse… we the heck are we…?”

Paris scoots to the end of the bed and set his feet on the floor with Loraine held securely against his chest. He wanders about though this place. To him it looks like a hotel of some sort but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions… He eventually got on the elevator and discovered the ground floor of the building. Right across was a door, leading to the outdoor, he assume by the collect of dirt on the rug in front of it.

“I… wonder what‘s outside…” he spoke slightly louder than a whisper. He took steady steps towards the door and reach out toward the knob.

Wes looked over as Cam started carving, and laughed a bit. "Don't bother, it'll ve gone by the time we leave the table." he said, mildly amused by the childish act of vandalism. "That's another thing" He said, looking to them all again. "If you feel the need to go all Rockstar on the hotel, it won't do any good, as soon as you leave a room, before you return it will be repaired. Don't abuse this bit of magic, though, remember this place is our only refuge from out there, and I'd hate to get kicked out..."

Pure adrenaline... rushing, rushing. The tremors in her hands growing unbearable, her heart almost to the point of bursting... Sitting up suddenly, covering her face protectively, Jo shouted, "s**t, don't shoot!" The beginnings of pathetic, scared tears made their way down her nose as she, looking in retrospect, wished that she'd never even picked this dangerous sport up. However, he utter silence that came in response was enough incentive for her to peek between the gaps of her fingers curiously. The dark street was gone, as was her pursuer. And, more importantly, the gun. She was sitting on a well-made bed, out-fitted with hideous floral sheets that only are found in hotels.

"What the hell..?" she muttered, wiping her now-runny nose with her sleeve. The tears ceased, as did the tremors. She picked herself off the bed, a little more shaky than she would have liked. "Where am I?" Had she been too lax about her standard drinking limit? It wasn't like her to get so wasted that she didn't remember where she ended up... especially after clearly recalling running from the cops after tripping an alarm. There hadn't really been any time to get a drink, at any rate. So how the heck did she end up in a hotel.

Wandering out of the room, Jo found herself in a dimly lit hallway, voices creeping up from a lower level. Following the sound, she located the stairway and meandered down, pausing when she saw the other people in the room. My, weren't they all a bit young to be alone at a hotel? Unless this place was more sinister than it looked: a place for these kiddies to have some fun, no doubt. Jo narrowed her slate gray eyes at them untrustingly and came the rest of the way down, acting casually. Placing herself at a table on the opposite side of the room, Jo steepled her hands, resting her head on top of them. She observed the other people, feeling momentarily secure in the fact that they wouldn't notice her.

Nienna, after listening(well, half listening) to Wes's long, drawn out explanation of how the Wasteland was a barren, lifeless zone full of untold dangers, began to experiment with her powers. She squeezed her eyes shut ad concentrated hard, but nothing happened. "Oh, pooh." she huffed, opening her eyes. As she did, a bright flash filled the room and Nienna found herself in a heap on the other side. "Sweet!" she exclaimed, "Teleport!!"

A warm breeze rush inwards as Paris open the door along with quite bit of sandy dust crashing into his face. Coughing he took his hand wipe the dirt off his face before glancing outside… He slowly opens to the door about half-way eyes locks on the outdoor.

“A desert…?” he spoke very silently as he continue to examine the empty barren area. Nothing but sand and this build was in his range of vision, still holding on to his teddy bear, Paris pushes the door tiny bit wider and he walks out. The heat intensifies and it bothers Paris but he is more interested in where he is. “I wonder which desert is this… maybe the Sahara or…” he paused… he didn’t know anymore desert other than that one, he knew there were others but none of them are store in his memory bank.

He took several more steps away from the hotel scanning the emptiness for any signs of anything. He saw something black suddenly appear. First it appears to be a formless shadow, before the feature became clearer. Fours legs containing four claws coming out of each of them firmly on the earth, each leg about twice the size of the teen attaches to a large chest body that had a lashing appendage at the end. Finally the head round becoming narrow to create a large snout with very pointy teeth jutting out from its mouth. All those things connected and cover with dark color fur.

“Buh-buh-buh-iggg” Paris barely stammered out that as he frightfully stares at the creature before him. It glares at him with is piercing golden eyes and a viscous growl rumble through the air. The boy’s body completely froze and his mind wipe clean of any thoughts. His heart bash violently against the inside of Paris’ chest yet his breathing became scarce. The monster took a couple steps closer, and let out a bark that gives Paris’ whole body a trembling jolt. The shock of that sound sent a message to his head. “Ruuunnnn!!!! ”

Paris turns and bolts for the hotel, the tremor that is the creature footsteps behind him. Too scare to even look back, he made it inside the hotel slamming the door behind him. The sound of the door colliding with such force close rings in the area of the bottom floor for awhile. He gasps before taking several steps backwards and stumble to the floor. He intensely stares at the door; squeezing Loraine close to his body it literal hurt him.

“Buh-buh-igg… Dog.”

Iris laughed loudly. How amusing these people were.

Another amusing though came to her. She must look like a mute. Maybe she should start miming, and see what they said. Ha, ha. No, she wouldn't really do that. But it was funny to thinka bout.

Paris jolted a bit, still frightful about, the rabid desert pooch, he encounter outside of the hotel. His head sinks low behind his gray bear, making only his framed green eyes visible. This is his normal pose when coming contract with other people.

“You two… sure seem calm about this…” he said quietly in a very low tone of voice. He grasp his arm as he sat there quickly noticing a frigid sensation against it. Staring as his left hand there on his second finger on his left was sometime new. “A ring…”

Holding his hand up at eye-level he examine the bronze color band of metal. The ring part is not shiny in the least but the ruby in it glisten even in the softer hotel light. The gem, in the shape of a heart, seem almost like something from a TV show or something… He remember that this was something that his sister likes…

“So…” he looks up at the guy, “Is there some way I could be spirited out of here?” He thought about what he just asked… Realizing that was a very strange way of wording that question.