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 Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 12:41 am
The second floor, which can be found by going up the stairs just behind the front desk, is divided into two sections. Facing forward from the stairs, one will find the left four doors to be the smaller single rooms, while the right set of doors would be the slightly larger double rooms. Each one has at least one bed, a small table, a small television, a miniature refrigerator for personal use, a closet, and a bathroom with a shower. Another set of stairs going to the third floor has a pair of suites, both of which are the largest rooms of the hotel that are more like a small apartment, with a kitchen, sitting room, bedroom, average-sized bathroom, a walk-in closet! The entirety of the hotel has hints here and there of a cowboy-esque theme, though the owner couldn't afford to go all out with it.Owner :: Conor Alvey
XXXXMaid :: Ashleigh St. Jean
XXXXMaid :: Open!
XXXXMaid :: Open!
Restaurant Owner/Head Chef :: Alex Park
XXXXCook :: Keith LeBlanc
XXXXHost/Hostess :: Zhi Xiqui
XXXXWaiter/Waitress :: River Park
XXXXWaiter/Waitress :: Teralynn Dellacroce
XXXXDelivery Boy/Girl :: Open!
xx Room 101 - Single :: Finnian Buckley
xx Room 102 - Single :: Open!
xx Room 103 - Single :: Open!
xx Room 104 - Single :: Open!
xx Room 105 - Double :: Open!
xx Room 106 - Double :: Celeste Trelawny
xx Room 107 - Double :: Open!
xx Room 108 - Double :: The Van Kwils
xx Room 201 - Suite :: Ashleigh St. Jean
xx Room 202 - Suite :: Judith
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:43 am
NHawthorne  Fresh off the boat and with a happy grin on his face, Nicolai slowly made his way down the street pulling a giant toolbox behind him. He was rather eager to find this 'Sleeping Dragon Inn' so he could finally get a good night sleep and so he didn't have to pull this 50 lbs. tool box around anymore, he was sure his arm was about to pop out of its socket from the weight. Constantly looking down at a little map he had gotten on the bought, he did his best to not get in anyone's way while looking like a complete and total tourist. As he progressed through the town, he noticed that none of the shops offered basic repair services. Perhaps his obsession with repair would help the people of this town just enough for him to become a permanent resident. The thought of living here made him grin even more.This place was beautiful and its seclusion from society made sure that people of Nicolai's trade were far and far-between. Upon finally reaching the inn, he stood and just marveled at the architecture of the structure, "Wow... That's...Amazing...." After standing there for a couple minutes, he finally entered the main building of the inn and softly cleared his throat, "Hello? Is anyone here?" Quietly dropping his tool box and his cloth packed duffel bag to the floor, he looked at the decoration all over the walls, rather pleased to see that the owner of the Inn took the time to actually make their inn visibly appealing. 
He raised a brow when he saw some older man over the front desk and calling like some idiot. He rolled his eyes at the sight and stepped a few long strides over to stand beside him. He didn't bother much with personal space as he leaned over the new guy and slammed his hand on the little bell there, “This is there for a ******** reason.” He said in a mildly irate way as he backed up and went around to the front desk, dropping down in his chair. “What do you need?” He drawled as he leaned back in a stretch, crossing his arms behind his head and staring indifferently at the man. This was Conor at work. Friendly, no?
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:59 pm
Nicolai didn't mind the personal intrusion, he really couldn't give a s**t when it came to personal space. At the loud ring of the bell, he rolled his eyes and nodded, "Yes. And there's a ******** reason you get paid. That reason would be sitting in that chair all day long brooding." Giving the 'friendly' clerk a mocking grin, he leaned up against the counter and slid the bell aside so Conner couldn't ring it again to ignore Nicolai. "I'd like a double-quarter-pounder with cheese, medium fry, and a chocolate milkshake. What do you think? I need a room, you twit." Nicolai didn't need to be friendly with EVERYONE in town, if they were going to be a p***k to him, he'd happily return the favor. "A single. Suite or not, I don't give a damn. I'll pay in cash. And maybe if you drop the attitude, I'll tip ya a pretty penny."
Nicolai wouldn't need a large room, he would try to find an abandoned building around town and fix it up enough to be a small shop for him to operate out of. Until then, he would carry his bag of tools with him to any jobs that people would need his help with....that is... if anyone in this quietly little town needed help in the first place.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 6:01 pm
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Standing on the side within the Inn's waiting area, the child spoke up. "Привет! Вы новичок здесь?" Hands holding themselves behind her back, the child rocked back and forth on her feet as she waited for a reply. She had heard someone call the older boy 'Alekzander,' and curious little Innochka couldn't help herself after that. She had been told there were some Russians on the island, but other then her sisters and Dimitri, she had met none! Speaking of which, she should probably get back home to help Nakita unpack.. But she had been told to go out and amuse herself for the time being. So, here she was! Staring up at the rough looking male, the girl tilted her head to the side. Maybe he did not understand Russian? If that was the case.. "Hello! Are you new here too?" she said with a cheerful tone and smile.
Far less amused, Alekzander stared down at the girl in a bored manner. At first he was going to just ignore her, maybe even shoo her out the door, but her Russian had caught his attention. He was reminded of a mouse, in a way. The small.. thing would not leave him alone, incessantly talking needlessly without even realizing its insignificance. Oh, if only Finnian hadn't confiscated his machete..! His dead gaze shifted to two men making a scene at the front desk. If that clerk's attitude was deemed acceptable around here, Alekzander might find himself enjoying his stay after all. Of course, that couldn't possibly be the case. Not with his rotten luck. Now, about that mouse... "Отойди," he said firmly, giving the child a dismissive wave of his hand, telling her to leave. If Finnian didn't get here soon, the youth was probably going to do something rash. Something that might end this trip for them even before it truly began.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:51 pm
Off behind the doors of the Inn, one can easily hear the resounding sound of trumpets blaring, beating drums, flutes, and – my, it was like a whole orchestra was approaching the new oak doors! ..However, if anyone were to glance out the window, they would find, instead, just one man standing there in all his glory, cape billowing in the wind, hands on hips, and staring proudly up at the sky as if he were looking forward not to the clouds – no, but to the future! Though, odd men standing outside inns in capes aside, where on earth was that catchy theme music coming from? Ah, but a superhero never reveals his wondrous secrets, no? As if Finnian would ruin the mystery of the magical orchestra playing his favorite song by pointing to the stereo behind his feet at max volume! He stood there for a good four minutes, waiting for the song to reach it's end~ Alekzander would have to wait inside patiently for him to finish! It was his fault for going on ahead – and not even dressed properly! Now Finnian had to stand all alone without his sidekick to show the good citizens of Sonata Town that a new hero had arrived!
Oh, well, it wasn't like very many people were paying attention anyway – it seemed like all the random civilians walking by were too used to caped heroes to do the proper 'ooh's and 'aah's that should have been accompanied by his arrival.. But that didn't deter him! No, Finnian would just have to do something even more than stand around with theme music to garner the affection and love of the public! But, before he did that, he probably should go get a place to sleep at. He knelt to hit the 'stop' button on the portable stereo, picking it up as he turned to the door. He took a deep breath, puffing out his chest and raising his head up high before, with one mighty blow from his super-powerful arms, burst the door open! He smiled his dashing grin at the public within the inn, preventing some disappointment as he noticed that the lack of wind made his cape not nearly as flaring as it should have been. Even so, he was sure that – !
“Do not worry, sparkly-eyed youth! I have only exerted the amount of super strength needed to open your finely made door!” He assured the guy with gusto, laughing at the naivety the boy had for superhumans like Finnian~ He turned to the waiting area since the man seemed busy with another when he saw his own sparkly-eyed youth! His grin came back at full force as he headed to the waiting area to stand before his sidekick, Alekzander! ..Out of his uniform.. again.. He drawled out a sigh and shook his head, “Now, Alekzander, where is your cape? Your gloves? Our matching tights? How can we become a super duo if you don't dress the part?!” He supposed he couldn't hold it against Alekzander – he was still new to the business, after all. Still.. He sat down beside the boy and set an arm across his shoulders with the closeness that came from a superhero and his sidekick; it was like being a father! “Someday, Alekzander, you will have to save cities on your own – where will you be if you don't have your proper uniform? You'll be just another madman atop a building with the damsel in distress! The cape, my boy, makes everything.” How else would one be able to draw the line between the average lunatic and the super-powered do-gooder, after all?
Back over on Conor's end, he had shook his head at the asylum escapee and decided to go back to the situation at hand. ...What was that? Uh.. ...Oh, yeah. He was pissed. Guy should know. Yeah. That usually meant, now, in the guidebook to Conor's thoughts, that he should jump the guy and maybe set him on fire or something as equally cool as that, buut Conor was more mature than that. “..Sorry, we're full. Go sleep behind the church or some s**t, I don't give a damn.” He shrugged at him and, in the same second, turned to the waiting area, shouting out without even a glance or care to the newcomer, “Hey! Anyone here for a room? We've got plenty – ********, we're even on a clearance special! Two singles for the price of a double!” ..Yes, this was the new and improved mature Conor. Oh, well~
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 6:23 pm
Nicolai stood there, a grin on his face as he watched the Inn Keeper's anger begin to build in his eyes. What? So Conner could be the biggest a*****e in the world, Nicolai could insult him once and all of a sudden HE was the biggest a*****e in the world. God Damn Hyprocrites. Nicolai was much better at hiding his emotions though, keeping his eyes locked on Conner's face, waiting for him to snap and go completely ballistic. It seemed like it was milliseconds from Conner's explosion when Nicolai noticed the music in the background. Turning around to face the door, he waited until the 'superhero' came busting through the doors and damn near ripped them from their hinges....smooth...
Conner's reaction to the assault on his door was completely understandable to Nicolai, he'd yell at the wanna-be superman too. Happy to see that Finnian was distracted by some poor b*****d named Alekzander, Nicolai turned back to see Conner angry once more. Conner sure was a shitty business man if he declined people because they were just as much of an a** as he was. As he offered rooms to everyone else in the room, Nicolai just let out deep chuckle, still grinning at Conner, "Wow. An Inn keeper with the ego of a Tyrant. Perfect." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small card that had his name and email address written on it. Conner might hate Nicolai but Nicolai could still try to treat things professionally, "Here. If Captain Prozac over there broke your door or proceeds to break anything here that is repairable, Call me. You may ******** hate me, but I have a feeling that I'm the only repairman in this town. And just because you hate me, I'll fix the door for free." Giving Conner a nod, Nicolai walked past the peanut gallery and grabbed his stuff, making his way through the doors and back onto the city streets.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 1:03 am
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Ah! He did understand her! How mean! But, before Innochka could say anything else, music suddenly erupted into existence outside the inn. Suddenly forgetting about Alekzander, the girl rushed to a window. At first she wasn't sure what to think.. Outside stood a man in a funny costume, with his cape waving in the breeze. Of course she could see the stereo at his feet, but youth helped her overlook this minor detail. Could he really be a.. superhero?! "Whoa..! Hey, hey! Come look at this!" she said excitedly to Alekzander.
Of course, Finnian's 'sidekick' was less then pleased, remaining where he was with a hand over his face in despair. "Damn it all! Thought I broke that thing," he muttered to himself, referring to Finnian's stereo. Hearing what he believed could only be the door being blasted in, his shoulders sagged even more. Great. His beloved mentor was as energetic as ever today... Keeping his hand over his face Alekzander shuddered as the delirious superhero tried to explain himself to the inn keeper. Honestly, you think you'd learn to just tune out Finnian's ramblings after a while, but that was nigh impossible as his traveling companion. Slowly sliding his palm down his face, he stared wearily at the caped man who stood before him now.
What could he say that hadn't already been said and effectively ignored? He didn't feel like wearing that ridiculous outfit? He thought Finnian should try wearing a particular white jacket with buckles? Maybe even flatly telling the man to go die in a ditch somewhere? Hm.. "I.. Thought that we were uh.. Going to establish a hideout before dressing up," he replied lazily. "Y'know, a base of operations first?" Oddly enough, it was these lame excuses that seemed to work the best with Finnian; appealing to his warped logic that he was indeed a superhero. When he felt the man's arm hang on his shoulders, Alekzander glared at the man's hand, as if he would rip it off. A part of him died inside when the importance of a cape was explained. In Finnian's manner, of course.
"He's right, you know!" piped up Innochka helpfully, sitting at Finnian's side with a wide grin. "The cape makes all the difference between a hero and a pervert when you're carrying the girl!" Well.. At least that's what her sister Mari had said.. Though Innochka was still trying to get someone to explain whatever a pervert was.. With her feet not being able to touch the ground, her legs kicked in the air as she lightly tugged on Finnian's cape, oblivious to the truth. "Ha! This is so cool! Dimitri's not gonna believe there's an actual superhero here!"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 4:40 pm
  -Sign is fully up cause Serend said i could make it so lol- The twins stood about four feet from the entrance to the Inn. What had their eyes trained upward and their feet rooted to the spot was the name of the Inn they had been invited to for dinner. The writing had sounded like Keith or Connors, but last Vlad knew of either was, Keith was in a coma- Connor was missing or dead. And after the kidnappings he had let all the past between them go. But... here he was, staring at an Inn that they had been invited to for dinner, with the words Tepes R *****.. Advertising the name of the store. ...why? Vlad just stared at it in disbelief. Dante was fuming, tapping his heel and had crossed his arms over his chest. How dare they spread slander like this! And after all poor Vlad had been through?! Wouldnt this ***** s**t end?! First Romane, now them?! Or where they the ones who had sent whatever video to the Police in the first place? But then who burned down the store? A random pyro maniac, or one of these two ******** dropped his gaze, it was so infuriating.. he could even find it in him to get mad over it. They had invited the Twins out for Dinner at the Inn. It seems they only real reason they had them come over was to see the sign and produce a reaction from them. Vlad just didnt have it in him to react like he should. He should call Romane, let her or Rachel know that he was about to commit assault and battery and that she was right all along. And then he should go and kick the utter living crap out of Keith and Connor and be locked away in a mental institute or jail cell for the rest of his life. But.. he didnt.. mainly because he didnt want to prove Romane right. And because he just... was tired of it. Tired of alot of things lately. His haunted past, the rumors around him. Not to mention his talk with Romane.. one person whom he thought would understand him after spending two years stalking him? But she didnt. It hurt.. and this hurt too. This .. whatever this was. A prank, a joke, something serious to invoke a reaction from him? And here he had thought they wanted to just actually have Dinner and maybe smooth things over. Silly Vladimir.. "Come on. I need to give them a piece of my mind and when were done were calling Kevin." Dante fumed as he grabbed hold of Vlads arm and stormed into the inn with his reluctant brother.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 8:33 pm
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At Finnian's end, happily sitting on a couch with one arm across his cohort's shoulders, he was perhaps the most joyful he had been in months! Of course, he was normally pretty happy when it came to spending time with his socially awkward sidekick, but today? He couldn't help but feel an excitement as he looked at his very first – er. One of his.. many, many fans that he obviously knew how to handle because he had seen so very many before then! Yes.. Exactly. He shook his head, having paused in thought there to remind himself on just how work renowned of a hero he was – ah, Finnian! He always was so mistakenly humble! “You see, Alekzander? Even a child knows this!” He pointed out with a pleased smile at the little girl before he looked back to the boy with a concerned look. “You may want to have your head checked with that memory of yours.. But, that must wait for later! You're right! A base is necessary for superhero gatherings!” Because they were so going to find so many more super friends~!
Maybe they would have sidekicks that Finnian could have bond with Alekzander? ...Maybe female sidekicks that Alekzander could have a beautiful relationship blossom with? Ahh~ Then he may soften enough to actually allow Finnian into the shower with him so they could further bond by mutual back scrubbings! He could hardly wait~! “Of course there's an actual superhero here, little girl! Why, I'm sure if you ask the regular civilian, you'll find that there's several superheroes here!” That was the whole reason they came, after all! He barely noticed Alekzander's eyes of death on the man's arm as he pulled the man into a sideways hug, smiling widely at the girl as he continued to speak to her. He was sure Alekzander could understand if he gave their little fan the attention she needed~ “..Certainly you've seen some, innocent child?”
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Huh. Well, seemed like Conor wouldn't have much of a chance with white-haired guy – if the way he was being held by blue-haired man was any indication, they were at least friends with benefits.. If he was going to have to sit through the crazy dude, then he would much rather just stick with Keith. He doubted Keith would appreciate him much anyway. He looked back over to the front doors just in time to see his favorite pair of twins! A wide smirk spread across his lips and he sat up, looking straight at them as they stormed in. His arms spread in greeting, not even bothering to hide his enjoyment at the looks on their faces when he noticed it. Was the sign done? Oh, hell yeah, the sign was done. He snickered as a hand went to the desk to hoist himself up, but he didn't move around to them – hell, he wasn't that daring. “Hey, ********, ******** – awesome to see you two. Been awhile, huh? How's the business?” That was what business owners asked eachother, right? Oh, ********, like he cared.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:32 pm
Vlad just silently watched Conors body language and reaction as the came in. Small talk, but name calling before it and a snicker before that? Childish behavior.. yes this was just to envoke a reaction. "Oh little sh-" Dante fumed as he took two steps towards Conor ready to yell at him and claw his eyes out. but a hand quickly went over his mouth and he was pulled back towards his brother. Vlad was holding him back! Why? They should kick the ******** a**! They should- "Im not about to have us get arrested for something like this." Vlad whispered to his brother. "Keep yourself in control Dante. Ill handle this.. " Vlad said as he slowly released Dante. Vlad looked over to Conor. " Last i heard you where missing, or dead, and Keith, sadly was in a coma because of it. Im surprise you're back here at all." Vlad said stoically. He was keeping his cool the best he could. All the while a rage boiled just beneath his surface. But if he kept reminding himself of Romane and the cuffs it kept him in check. "You must be doing well to be able to afford this place." Vlad added sincerely as he looked around, honestly it wasnt bad. Pretty decent inn, despite the title. "OH stop this, this is stupid. Conor you need to change the name of the Inn. Thats.. its just not right! Why do that to us? Seriously you cant let the past go you have to be this childish over things?!" Dante hissed. Vlad grew angry quickly, why didnt his brother just shut his damned mouth?! Grabbing Dante by the throat Vlad picked up his brother and slammed him onto a table, on his back. Vlad was fuming and he needed to take out his anger somehow. His brother was the closest thing and with him talking out of line, when he had just told him not to was infuriating! How dare he disobey, Vlad was incontrol here not him! He was always in control! Always! Vlad didnt realize he was choking the crap out of Dante, something he had done numerous times. Btu this time it was different. It wasnt just the Inns name, Conors childishness. It was the fact that the look was coming back into Vladimirs eyes. That confident, i control everything look. The hopeless, everything is out of my hands look was fading rapidly as he choked his twin to assert his dominance. Releasing Dante, Vlad blinked realizing what he had done and it sent a thrill through him. He smirked and straightened himself. "Anyways... are we actually here for dinner? Without posion in it? Or should we just leave now? And here i thought you had grown up Conor. You're pitful attempt at, whatever it is your trying to do with the name of the store, is just that.. pitiful. Ive put the past behind me, im sorry, we're sorry for whatever we did to you and Keith. I dont, care anymore. And im not about to be roped into childish behavior like this. Say and do what you want Conor. Spread all the rumors you desire. And call us when you actually want to grow a pair and act like an adult." Vlad said sincerely, while his brother regained consciousness and coughed until he could breathe properly. He shook his head, he was tired of this s**t. Truly tired of it, and not just what Keith and Conor had done to them, but what they had done to Walter, Pip, Alice and Bela.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 4:21 pm
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:05 pm
Keith had been busying his days by playing with River their favourite game when Alex wasn't there, that is, playing dart, but with kitchen knives and using a turkey as target. He had to admit that, River was frighteningly good at it and he had taken mental notes a while ago to not ever fight with her, because he could have easily lost. He wouldn't tell it to anyone, however. As he was about to throw his 3rd knife, he heard Conor's voice calling him. He frowned a bit, not because he was annoyed that Conor was calling him, but because he didn't had any clue as to why the ******** Conor wanted him. If Conor wanted anything, he would have usually just walked right into the kitchen or something. He shrugged before leaving the kitchen part of the inn and walking toward the main lobby, curious as to why he was being call. " ******** you want? I told you we can't have sex until at least..." He stopped midway in his sentence, as he finally noticed the Tepes twins. He looked at them for a moment, then back at Conor and back at them. "What's up?" He asked, directing it to no one, as he was seriously confused as to what was happening.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:38 pm
Vlad rolled his eyes at the ******** in public comment Conor made. Whatever, least the word ***** hadnt come out of his mouth yet. He had just called them mother ********. Nothing new in that ones vocabulary. When Keith came out, the male seemed surprised to see the Twins here. Vlads gaze did soften just the slightest. In his eyes Keith was just misguided. Honestly it was Conor who was the bad influence. The male had proven that when he had left Keith and sent him spiraling downwards into whatever was going on in that dark head. Come to think of it.. in a way they were almost alike.. almost. More in the dark tortured sense and not being able to cope properly. "Hey Keith." Vlad said gently. "You're... Conor, invited us here for Dinner via a letter we got in our mailbox. I take it, he didnt tell you? Did he also mention the Inns new name? Its a real hoot. Makes me want to punch the s**t out of him. But.. i wont. Because frankly i just dont care anymore." Vlad said honestly. "How.. are you doing since the.. last i saw you Keith you were in the hospital in a coma." Vlad asked out of sincerity. He was actually concerned, but would either male take it that way? Probably not.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 11:02 pm
“Dude – don't know if I told you – but, dude, I named the ******** Inn – uh.. Wait,” He looked at the twins for a moment. The ******** were still there.. Wait, he didn't care if they heard or not. Right, almost forgot. “Tepes are *****> – cool, right? Didn't want anyone forgetting that s**t and,” He thought it was funny! What better reason did he need? “yeah. Uh, anyway,” He motioned to them carelessly with a shrug, “Feed them or some s**t? I dunno, just to get them the ******** away from my desk. They kept trying to ******** on it, dude, it was disgusting. My ******** papers are all creased and s**t now.” He sent a look their way, but didn't spend too much time on it before he went back to staring at Keith expectantly. Hey, at least he got the guy's attention away from River! Accomplishment if anything.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 12:01 am
"Catatonia. It's like coma, but more creepy." He replied with a smirk. That wasn't really a subject either him or Conor wanted to talk about, but he still knew everything that had happen. Thanks his family for that... and the long hours of physiotherapy in order to walk again. "I've been worst. At least I'm awake and not bleeding to death." He shrugged before returning his attention on Conor. When he told him what he had chosen to name the inn, Keith couldn't help himself but chuckle. Maybe not as much as he would have three years ago, but he still found the name pretty damn funny. He moved behind Conor, placing his arms around him and resting his chin on the other boy's shoulder. Keith hadn't really grown in th least 2 years, but Conor did. Yet, he could still place his head on the boy's shoulder. Ah, to be doomed to be the smallest one.
"Dude, that's ******** mean." He said in an amused voice before gently nibbling on Conor's ear lobe. His eyes went to the desk that Conor was pointing at, trying to understand what he meant by the twins tryign to ******** there. Obviously, that wasn't literal. He knew they weren't ******** up enough to go have sex in a public workplace in the middle on the day in the front loby. Even him and Conor would at least do it behind the front desk. Oh well, that wasn't important. "Sure, I'll go fetch something for them." He released the boy and walked back toward the kitchen. He'd do something easy for their 'guest', resisting the huge temptation to do something in the lines of spitting in it. He might have mature a bit and not cared about the two of them anymore, but that didn't meant he liked them.
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