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Post by Alec on Jul 8, 2011 15:32:47 GMT -5
<Field: Mall [Hunter and Tactician boost; Feral Souls are weak]> <Field Type: None>
A famous mall, once owned by CBL & Associates Properties.
After the Seuss attack, the mall fell into disrepair with Seuss Minions taking over a large portion of the building. Independent merchants have since managed to purge the building of the creatures that once haunted it's halls. The resulting damage from various battles can be seen in it's war torn pillars and brickwork.
The Marriott Hotel is now functional again, with rooms available to weary travelers for a small fee. Trades and craftsmen of all type gather within the old abandoned shops, while shadier business continue business in the car park.
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 18, 2012 18:04:09 GMT -5
Izzy pushed his way past the cloying hands of some small time vendor and made his way inside the mall through a small, ramshakcle doorway barely able to accomodate his height. He was greeted with the musty smell of rotting wood and a distinct odour of sweat, but after 3 days slumming beneath the stars, the Marriot seemed like a 5 star experience. Impatient to wrap himself in dusty sheets and roll in a likely lice riddled matress, Izzy bashed his fist against the silver bell that rested on the hotel's front counter.
"..."
A moment passed and the impatient Crusader craned his neck in an attempt to see inside the room beyond the front desk, but not even a shadow lurked. Izzy bashed the bell a further three times before pushing away from the counter, frustrated that nobody was available to take his hard earned cash.
"JESUS!"
He shouted, loud enough to be heard down the corridor.
"What's a guy gotta do to get a little f'kin service round here, huh?"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 18, 2012 18:38:33 GMT -5
*heads phones blasting the self important screams of miyavi into his Ears Azuya barely looked up from the GPS app on his tablet as he made his way through the crowds towards the hotel. Even after four years Azuya just couldn't get over the rudeness of these people as he side stepped out of the clutches of yet another beggar pulling at his pressed pants.
He sighed and glanced up to survey his surroundings,*
-hmm according to the map it should be just around this corner.-
*He mused to himself as he picked up the pace, rounding the corner the flickering lights of the hotel greeted him. Azuya wrinkled his nose at the sight, he pushed open the filty door to the hotel.*
"JESUS!"
Azuya jumped at the sound and pulled his head phones from his ears. Pulling himself away from the flickering screen he look about to find the source of disruption. Finally his gaze settled on a tall tanned man you was seething at the reception desk.*
"What's a guy gotta do to get a little f'kin service round here, huh?"
*Azuya hesitated in the doorway, unsure as the whether he would be comfortable staying in such close proximity to such a bestial man. but a quick check of the local area showed there were no other lodgings nearby. Azuya sighed and shuffled into a dark corner of the room, hoping he could have his dealings with the inn keep after this barbarian had be assisted.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 18, 2012 18:52:39 GMT -5
"Ru-Ugh..!"
The counter shook as Izzy's boot met with an old wooden panel, the oak bending dangerously from the force. As though sensing the danger to his establishment, a fat, balding, sweaty little rat of a man appeared from the cubby room behind the counter and shuffled forward to greet his latest visitor. He cast a disapproving eye over the younger man, but never met his gaze.
Manager: "Well, sorry for the wait but...."
The man of middle years glanced obviously toward the other youth waiting patiently in his lobby, enogrssed in some shining technical device.
Manager: "But there's only one room. I can't put you both up"
"...?"
Running a hand through his short black hair, Izzy turned and for the first time noticed the tiny little runt of a man who had secreted himself into the room at some point in the last few minutes.
"Huh..."
Manager: "You'll....well, you'll just have to fight it out amongst yourselves"
And with that, a cruel spark flickered across the inn keepers gaze as he measured the two youths before him.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 18, 2012 19:08:46 GMT -5
*Azuya glared at the manager with ice cold hatred, it was as though he had been physically slapped. With more than a little resentment he cleared his throat.*
"Are. you. sure?" *his words slow crisp and concise*
"There is only one room? I have money if that is what you are after." *He spat the word money as though it were a dirty creature residing in his mouth.*
*The inn keeper nodded smugly*
"Sure I'm sure, this is a pretty popular place~ look it up." *the inn keep Grinned with malice*
-That bastard is enjoying this!- Azuya silently raged.
He looked over his now sudden rival, he knew instantly that he would never win in a physical fight. But he already knew there was no where else he could stay, perhaps he could reason with this uncouth character? though Azuya was sure he might enjoy sleeping under a doorway better.
"Might we three come to some kind of arrangement?"
*As soon as the words left his lips Azuya regretted it, what if they pair thought he was propositioning them? The thought was ludicrous but suddenly it was all he could think about suddenly there was a faint ringing of a bell filling the room as Azuya's unbidden thoughts leapt about the room looking for somewhere to manifest.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 18, 2012 19:25:48 GMT -5
The pretty boy and the hotel manager exchanged a few bitter words, until finally the Asian put forward words of a truce.
Azuya: "Might we three come to some kind of arrangement?"
Izzy parted his lips to reply when suddenly the tarnished silver bell on the counter began to jingle with increasing intesnsity. Wide-eyed, the Brit stared at the contraption.
"The fu...?"
He looked to the manager quizically, who had begun to sweat profusely, his yellowing eyes bulging at the sight and sounds that now accosted them. The managers lip quiverred and he stepped back, the fear plain on his face.
Also peturbed by the seemingly paranormal activity, Isambard flung whatever consitituted as money at the propriertor and lurched Azuya to his feet, a steel grip on his arm.
"C'mon scrawny, you're with me. No way am I sleeping alone in this place!"
A little nervous, Izzy dragged the other man backward sdown the corridor with increasing speed, leaving a flabberghasted Manager to deal with his possessed objects.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 18, 2012 19:41:24 GMT -5
*Azuya could do nothing to free himself as he was flung about by the British man, and he was too shocked at his sudden abduction to complain, though he was smart enough to keep the snigger that was creeping up his throat well and truly silenced.
It was simply fascinating that such an "alpha male" would be afraid of something as absurd as the idea of the supernatural. He made a mental note to record these findings, once he regained control of his extremities.
They were traveling so fast that his panicked captor nearly ran past their room.* -Their room?- *Azuya shuddered, he was uncomfortable at the way he had so readily accepted his fate. not that there was much that he could do. Finally they reached the destination and the brute kicked pen the door with what Azuya surmised was his usual tact and grace.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 18, 2012 19:50:39 GMT -5
The door swung inwards and Izzy cast a cautionary glance about the room to ensure there were no unpleasant suprises lurking within. It seemed safe enough, so he let go of the strangers weedy little arm and took a few brave steps forward, reigning in the urge to take a peek under the bed or rifle through the closet. It was still light enough outside that Izzy didn't need to turn on the light, though dusk was quickly approaching.
"Right..."
The male let out a sigh and turned to inspect his new roomie.
"My stuff on the left, yours on the right. Happy with that, tiny?"
Vaguely, Izzy gestured over his shoulder to the squalid little room beyond.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 18, 2012 20:00:33 GMT -5
*Azuya nodded dumbly and rubbed at his arm, he knew better than to complain. Silently he wandered over to the area that he had been assigned and sat gracefully on the floor. Pulling his tablet from its case, he checked it for sighs of damage in the confusion, luckily it appeared to be fine. He let out a small sigh of relief and started hammering away at the on screen keypad with a practiced grace, flicking his fringe from his eyes with a small flick of the head.
there was silence for a few minutes, finally after saving his work Azuya glanced up, it would seem that his unsolicited companion was at unease, tentatively his curiosity the better of him Azuya reached out to see if he could tap the mind of the cock sure Brit, nervous at any sign of him realizing his presence.*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 18, 2012 20:14:05 GMT -5
As everyone was happy with the arrangement, Izzy slumped his meagre pile of belongs onto a grotty little wing backed chair that was nestled into the rooms corner where a television set once used to live. With Hilde though, he placed her down with a tenderness one may reserve for a lover. Idly, he streched his muscles, feeling surprisingly socialy awkward around the Asian youth who seemed to be tapping away at some new fangled contraption.
Damnit, gotta keep my mind busy. What the hell was that shit in the lobby? This f'kin place better not be haunted. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Izzy wrung and knotted his fingers together a moment before spinning on his heel and taking in his surrounding.
The room was sparesely decorated, with nothing of any real value or note...and nothing to hold his attention either. Sucking in a deep breath, Izzy gave Azuya the one over.
How the hell does a guy get away with being that pretty?
"So ah, you got a name, stranger?"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 18, 2012 20:30:30 GMT -5
* A small smiled played on Azuya lips at he heard the internal monologue of his one time captor. It really was fascinating how the human psyche acted. Curious he paused with this typing for a moment, watching his roommate pace the room like a caged animal. his next thought came uninvited into his mind.*
How the hell does a guy get away with being that pretty?
*the smile fell of the Asians face with alarming quickness and was replaced with a mild shock, Azuya let his eyes drop back to the tablet in front of him. Unfortunately for him it seemed that his tablet felt it was time to start one of his per-recorded H shows, uckily it was on mute. Azuya flailed about trying to shut down the tablet and the link with the other boys thoughts.
after what seemed like an age he spoke.*
"So ah, you got a name, stranger?"
" Y- yes it's Azyua" He stammered, gone was the self confidence from his dealings with the inn keep and Azuya was for once glad for conversation, words that were spoken were meant to be heard after all, not the words that live inside a head. Azuya kept his eyes on the tablet, though now it was finally dark and silent.*
"And yourself?"
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 18, 2012 20:47:46 GMT -5
Amused, Isambard watched the Asian struggle with the device and he was reminded of embarassing childhood moments when his Mum caught him looking at unsavoury images on the net. Azuya's fumbling fingers finally found the off switch and the boy uttered a soft spoken reply.
"Me, I'm Isambard, but that's a bit stiff. Call me Izzy, or...Sam or sum'in."
Izzy pearched himself easily on the precipice of the bed and pulled off his heavy boots to reveal holey socks. The male stretched again, the ips of his toes pointing towards the doorway, halfway through the action, he managed to stifle a yawn.
"You really shouldn't be lookin' at that pervy shit y'know."
Izzy changed the subject suddenly and idly gestured toward the tablet PC that Azuya clutched close to his chest. The device had fallen into silence.
"I know this hotel is pretty seedy, but don't forget you're sharing a room with me tonight. I don't wanna wake up t' the bed shakin or nothing, you feeling me, Azu?"
Devilishly, Izzy grinned at the stranger before letting out a snort and leaning back into the musty sheets of the bed.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 19, 2012 17:44:44 GMT -5
*Azuya nodded and commandeered a moth eaten chair in the corner of the room, jealous of the luxury that the bed afforded Izzy. What made it worse was the grin that the Englishman had on his face, just like the inn keeper he was enjoying his discomfort. -No matter, at least I got a free room- Azuya consoled himself, tucking his legs up into his arms.
He wondered if Izzy was just going to go to sleep like that. Azuya could never be so comfortable with a total stranger, and to even thing of engaging in activities in he same room as someone he just met was unthinkable. Of course now that the thought was there his subconscious took hold of it and the thought of getting caught was more that appealing to Azuya...*
"No"
*He said aloud shaking the thoughts forcibly from his mind. -I need to distract myself- He looked at Izzy who was sprawled on the bed in a nonchalant manner, idly stretching his toes. Azuya's nose wrinkled, was that small coming from him? He took his glasses off and massaged the bridge of his nose.*
"so where are you from Mr Isambard?"
*Azuya asked hoping that the answer would prove a long enough distraction.*
"And it's Azuya, please"
*He added, perhaps a little too stiffly*
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 20, 2012 16:13:34 GMT -5
"If you're gonna insist I call you Azuya, then you gotta at least return the favour and call me Izzy, deal?"
Izzy stubbornly refused to move from the comfortable crevice he'd made in the bed, but craned back his neck so he could at least look at the Asian man as he spoke.
"But I'm from London. Central London, near Camden if you've ever heard of it?"
The position was too uncomfortable to continue, so Izzy rolled on to his front, sideways across the bed, his head resting on his folded arms.
"What about you? Where you from?"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 21, 2012 7:01:06 GMT -5
"no, though to be quite honest I'm not much more informed about England than those people who assume that the English all have butlers and hold afternoon tea parties. It is clear to me you have never indulged in either activity... Izzy"
*Azuya pulled a face at the Englishman's preferred nickname, -what was Izzy supposed to even mean anyway?- He pondered the question.*
"Well I've been studying here in the US for the past few years, well until it happened anyway, Azuya did not really like to think of home, it made him wonder if his parents and sister were safe in Japan, or if what had happened here had happened everywhere, was he naive to think that it was an isolated incident? He could hope. Shaking his head as if that would clear away the thoughts he continued.*
"Originally though I'm From Osaka, its part of the Kansai region, very popular with the tourists as its less busy that Tokyo and not as stuffy as Kyoto." *he paused his eyes were slightly misty at the thought of home. letting out a sigh he continued*
"I remember getting my first college job like it was only yesterday, I was a waiter at the Kani Doraku, I used to bring girls there after hours to look at the giant crab, of course it only really worked in summer on the tourists, local girls weren't impressed with such things." *Azuya dwindled off, not even Izzy was a gullible as the think that he was a player back home. The only girl he had shown that blasted crab to was his kid sister and even that had ended in tears. He welled up again, if he was wrong and they were gone... Azuya bit his lip, drawing a thin trickle of blood., but he didn't notice. His shoulders shook gently in the semi darkness lost in his thoughts of home.*
*A pale figure misty in the moonlight, flickered across the shadows of the walls. Azuya was projecting an image of his little sister but he was too enveloped in his own grief to even notice. The somewhat ghostly figure sunk to the floor, silently weeping, swaying back and forth, her misty hair tossed about by a breeze that seemingly only effected her alone.*
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