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Leon shook his head before rolling his head towards Bobby, peering out from behind the veil of orange hair, the three moles under his left eye so obvious agaisnt his pale skin. "A tisket, a tasket..." He chuckled. "No. You could never bring me what I need. Thank you though." He turned back out the window, taking another long drag on his cigarette, letting it pool out into the open air.

Leon turned back out the window, listening to the church bells ringing out from deeper in the city. "One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold," he tapped the ashes of his cigarette off into the street. "Seven for a secret, never to be told." He ground out the cigarette and stood. "Many rooms for my amusement, hm?" He made his way towards the elevator. "Let's see what I can find."

Ashina didn't know how she managed to get lost when the hotel had such a straight forward layout. Just her her curse she supposed. It's also what she got for avoiding everyone when she wondered from the counter earlier. It was a short distance down the hall before she came to room 310. She sighed softly looking at the door for a long while just as she had stood in the lobby.

"This far and I'm still thinking about going back." She sighed to herself and finally went into her room. The sound of the door closing behind her felt like the sealing of a deal she couldn't undo.

As she unpacked the little things she'd brought with her her mind was on the Lovelace estate, over run by hunters... would they ever abandon it? All of Luc's things... they were so precious to her. Would they be lost forever?

She gave a sigh she would have to put that behind her now. It was beyond her control. This would be her home now and she would make best of it after she rested. Storing her empty cases into the closet she laid into the bed and closed her eyes wondering why she felt so hungry all the sudden. Maybe because of the promise of endless blood... she let the though slip and forced herself to clear her mind and rest. She had been Hope long enough when she rose again she'd be Ashina.

The elevator doors opened, and Ioan didn't get out. He lay on the floor, snoring and drooling slightly down onto himself. The elevator reeked of scotch as he napped. He was unable to control his seemingly heavy body. He quietly thought of getting up, in between lapses of unconsciousness, but he lazily decided to put that off.

Ioan sputtered and coughed, opening his eyes slowly. He felt a wave of nausea rush over him, and he stood up, wobbling.
"Whair's me booket," he gasped, trying to lean on the spirit, then falling through her.

Ioan crawled over to the bucket, taking it to his mouth. He leaned over it and heaved as nausea racked his body. He gasped and panted, then leaned over again to retch once more. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so absolutely rotten. It had been at least 8 years, the last time he went sober.
The bucket was glorious. he leaned his head on it and whispered. "Thank ye, booket, yer tha onleh one who unnerstan's meh..." He coughed and gasped louly, then rolled onto his back. He had a feeling this might be a dreadful sight to the other tenants, and he shuffled to his knees, wobbling over to his room...

Ioan mumbled something in gratitude, tossed a shilling down the hallway, and fell flat on his face into his room. The carpet in there was exquisitely soft and inviting, and he rolled onto his back and kicked the door shut. He was starting to reconsider going sober, as now it seemed like a bad idea... The headache was starting to come, looming over him like a boogeyman. He coughed and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his coat. He blinked heavily, looking around the room wide-eyed, trying to focus. Ah, there was the bed.
He slithered onto it and lay half-on its covers, letting the rest of him dangle off. It was nigh morning, and he needed to get his rest.