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Donovan smiled at the zombie girl suggesting that he be desert. He plopped himself down in the nearest seat to him and leaned back, placing his hands behind his head as he spoke.

"Desert? Well that's quite a compliment for one that eats flesh to say that mine would be sweet. If I didn't know better I'd almost say you were hitting on me!" Donovan reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a piece of candy, and began to unwerap it. The mouse sticking out it's tongue at him did little to offend.

"You know, you're about the third person to call me rude in the past few hours. I can only assume it's a misunderstanding though I could be wrong. You can ask Mr. Ghost over there, apparently I'm really bad about minding my formalities." Donovan pointed to the ghost who was trying to slink away a bit. "Anyways, I'll skip the blah blah blah that I gave him earlier. You can call me Donovan. Except you mouse... you can call me Mr. Boot.."Donovan placed his thick black boots on the table he sat at. The chrome on the toes of the boots were tarnished from time and use. He was obviously insinuating his wish to squash the tiny fellow underneath said boots, and once again his sarcastic tones permeated through the entire conversation. Donovan popped the piece of candy he had unwrapped into his mouth and continued to eyeball the zombie, waiting for her response. A small grin and a wink lay in between the pause.

Grave robber and Ryanna kept eating and drinking in silence. Ryanna seemed reluctant to eat what was in front of her. Devils food, or Faerie food as some called it once you eat a pice you can not eat normal food again. This was another part of her curse, she hated he taste of this food, yet because of her ancestors she had to eat it. Grave robber watched her carefully as he listened in on the conversation. They were both holding their own conversation as well.

"It could have been worse." Ryanna said to grave robber with a shrug. "GRave robber nodded "That much is true, I could have been assigned to protect a magik less family." This made both of them smile and laugh.

((@ noms cuppycake, basically everyone is in the hotel dining area, chatting it up with the new zombie and ghost.))

Donovan looked at the shapeshifter as he went from Hecate's head and took off to the kitchen. He looked back at Hecate slightly perplexed. "Seems like you have a fan, or at least a stalker. Maybe you should give him a smooch... he might appreciate that". It was then the mouse appeared back with what looked like a chunk of skin in it's hand. Now Donovan was really amused. "Wow.... if that's not love I don't know what is."Donovan stood up and stretched a bit, popping his back then raising his arms as he yawned. "Just remember little mousey, curiosity killed the cat... so you may want to shift into something a little more proper if you're going to keep asking questions. I'll leave you guys to your probing, I've got a meeting a few blocks down to attend."

Donovan then scooted his chair back under the table and began walking towards the door. He had never gotten his coffee and was getting hungry for lunch. That may have to wait though. The meeting of his was a small job, and to be late would probably result in the loss of a client. It had been a while since he had done any work, and money was starting to grow short. Hopefully it would be something challenging. The last one was a slaying that was terribly boring. Donovan stepped out into the lobby and looked around, then headed towards the front door.

(Ok thank avaxis!)

Hecate’s pinched the bridge of her nose, a mark of agitation popping up against the right corner of her forehead. She began to chuckle to herself uncontrollably it seemed. Letting her right arm lift, her elbow bent towards herself, slamming down the positioned elbow towards the flat surface of the table. Without even so much as a little bit of control, she let her strength become obvious, the material of the table cracked at first though applying pressure as it collided, the table eventually pulled apart breaking through the middle. Hecate’s patience had vanished completely, though had once more shown despite how she was dead, her strength had only increased.

“Time to cause a little havoc!”

She had unintentionally ignored the question asked about her flesh, cracking her neck as she whipped her right arm forward letting her index point towards the exit of the mess hall to gesture her exit. Shifting on her heels, as she began to walk towards the exit. Her palm then flattened as she neared it, letting her fingers curl around the handle of the door. Swinging it open only to pull her figure through. Her boots tapped a rhythmic chorus, as she strolled down the longing hall that lead from the mess hall and the lobby. Pushing through the final door she found herself to be in the same position she was before when she entered this maze of a hotel. She contemplated how she would get about first off; she first came to thought of the shaepshifter, perhaps persuading him into shifting into something she could use to get around. But, she rather not cause a scene just yet that was.

Hecate found her figure once more pulling forward this time pulling out the front door that lead out of the hotel, the breeze immediately colliding with her flesh as she let the door close on its own behind her. Her gaze was taken about the nearby parking lot that had been made to sit in front of a simple shop that could be seen from the entrance of the hotel, though it seemed abandoned. The fact of there being three cars sitting in the center of the white lines decorating the concrete of the parking lot said otherwise however. She was surprised to see an expensive 67 Chevy Impala. Hecate laughed at the fact that someone would actually be riding around in that and leave it unattended in a wide open parking lot where anyone could actually take it. Of course that anyone would be here, but still the thought amused her at least somewhat. Hecate easily maneuvered to where within a minute she was on the driver’s side of the car. Her reflection being seen in the seemingly new coat of solid black paint that glossed over the exterior of the car.


The fingers of Hecate’s right hand tucked around the handle of the driver’s door only to tug against it once. In a shocking blast immediately a siren went off, it seemed this car wasn’t so ‘unattended’ and came with an equipped car alarm. The screech of the alarm echoed through her ears, pounding her eardrums, as she cupped her hands over her ears, wanting to fall down to her knees though she kept herself up. Snarling, it seemed nobody had come just yet to rush into action and stop the car jacking. Hecate taking this opportunity, Hecate curled her right hand into a fist, as she usually did. Only to pull her arm back then push it forward letting her fist collided into the glass that once held in the driver’s window. She unlocked the car, sliding her figure inside. It seemed this car had actually been modified from its original form. Hecate began to fidget around the interior of the car, until she found the inner frame of the car. She found the alarm component after awhile and snapped the alarm wires about ½ inch from the alarm system. The siren then stopped immediately as Hecate fell back into the drivers seat, letting her body ease for a few moments until she made her next move.




[[Meh, thanks again Avaxis for telling everyone for me. <3
I'm back though.]]

o.o.o.oJessie watched as the zombie girl went outside and to the car. She crinkled her nose a bit, smelling rotting flesh. There were so many interesting people in this hotel. She heard footsteps behind her and then noticed it was Donovan. When the sirens went off, Jessie had to cover her ears because the siren of the car was too high pitched for her liking. When the noice subsided, she pulled her hands down and let her ears adjust to the silence. She then looked over at Donovan when he walked behind her and asked her a question. "I probably wont. I'll most likely walk or something." She was thankful that her car wasn't effected by the zombie or the siren. Her car was a bit farther away.

o.o.o.oJessie then watched as Donovan left. She shook her head when he revved the motorcycle and sped off. "Show off." She then walked across the street to a cute little coffee shop. She ordered a giant cream cheese muffin and a coffee. After she got her food, she sat down in the courner of the cafe and slowly ate her food.

...should I finally give in and breathe my last breath?