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[notboxesagain]

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There was one very important detail about haunted locations that served to provide such a thrill in the masses, and that was the fact that they tended to appeal to those who already believed in something of otherworldly nature. From an entirely theatrical viewpoint, he had to admit he was impressed, and certainly his gaze wandered about to take in the impressive set, the artist within him ever searching inspiration on how to improve. But was he unsettled? Not in the least. Confident strides brought Hori through the hallways until he reached a door that embraced the numbers 308, and upon entering he mused to himself.

          “ Isn’t it about time a ghost or something will jump out on me? ”

[elmeralbatross]

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The hotel lobby appeared vacant upon first entering; honestly a shame, but Elmer was a man of patience as he had come to realise that good things came to he who waited. For the time being he was simply on the hunt for a game system to pass his time with, but upon further inspection of the lobby, a figure revealed itself rather than the contraption he was seeking. This was an even better solution though. By nature he sought the company of others whether they wanted him or not, and thus a single presence was far better than any Super Mario game he had the fortune of playing ever since Nintendo first published it.

          “ Hey there! What are you doing here all alone? ”

Inquiry spoken in English by default, he tried to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a bundle of cloth in the young male’s grasp. Sewing perhaps? How lovely. Maybe he should try sewing some day as well.

[ruicho-blog]

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Heavy was the atmosphere of the room, if only because she had not realised the existence of this hotel before. Yet here she was, drawn to the interiors, the antique designs, very unlike the oriental motifs she often perceived. Around her was either the modern, minimalist room of her senior, Ren, or the oriental woods of a temple she ... refused to remember, and would like to block off from her memories.

Here, here she felt safe.

After much time spent exploring upon her arrival (a trait picked up from Ren), she has found the Billiard Room most interesting, if only second to the library. Right now, she wanted to hold a cue stick, and play. Her bones ached with the need to move.

Just as she lowered herself to the table, preparing to jerk her stick forward, the door creaked open to reveal a boy with black hair.

She raised her brow, unsure as to what to do as she allowed her gaze to fall upon his face, for a moment. Not knowing that it could cause someone much discomfort.

Gently, her fingers loosened and allowed the cue stick to lean against the table, and greeted him. 

“Hello, you startled me just as I was going to play a game. Interested in one with me?”