WTF Hotel (the RP)

[zephel693]

HasmatX

He is known as Milosh Pope he is about 9,000 years old he has been wanted for nearly 8567 of those years including the years where people thought he was dead. He is the only undead to survive and escape the negative energy plane without having the natural ability to do so. he is also my murderer.

"your...muderer?"zephel asked with a confused look."well i kcan tell thats it going to be hard to take him out"  

[HasmatX]

Especially now that he is a living section of the negative energy plane because he survived it.  

[Miss Emily Roberts]

"Oh yes...forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It's been, well...a long time since my last confession, and I've been having the most impure of thoughts as of late. I need guidance, father, what should I do?"

"Smiling, she wrapped her legs about his waist and ran her fingers through his hair."  

[zephel693]

HasmatX

Especially now that he is a living section of the negative energy plane because he survived it.

"wel do you know where i could be able to find him?"zephel asked. He had the idea to ethier fight he guy or ask him something else.  

[HasmatX]

No clue.  

[zephel693]

"damn it."zephel said as he thought for a moment. he turned towards boo and to thank her."thanks for the info."He said as he left the hotel to look for the man.

(exit)  

[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

Miss Aria Starman

"Oh yes...forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It's been, well...a long time since my last confession, and I've been having the most impure of thoughts as of late. I need guidance, father, what should I do?"

"Smiling, she wrapped her legs about his waist and ran her fingers through his hair."

-: "My Child... Indulge in your temptation. Guidance comes in many different forms. It is what God wants for you." Smiling, he laughs and rejoices at her caress. :-  

[Miss Emily Roberts]

*Aria's stomach growled with enthusiasm, and she blushed her usual crimson.*

"Me thinks it's time for a bite to eat and a bit of adventuring, my dear Sydney. Perhaps I'll follow your divine guidance when we return, and even confess a few more of my sins afterwards."  

[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

-: Having been trying to ignore his own growing stomach growls, Sydney began to show his disappointment at having to leave such a nice state of relaxation. But quickly getting over it, he stretched and writhed until he sat with his legs crossed, scouting the room for his clothing. "Oh, where - oh where, can my breeches be? Oh where - Oh where, can the be?" :-  

[Miss Emily Roberts]

*Raising her arms above her head, Aria stretched languidly across the bed, feeling about its surface for Sydney's missing breeches. After a few minutes of fruitless patting about, she gave up her sightless searching and leaned over the side of the bed closest to her to scan the floor. Oblivious of her disheveled state and missing clothing, Aria jumped out of the bed and made a bee line for a familiar piece of clothing. Smiling victoriously, she picked up the breeches and waved them in the air, a glint of deviousness in her eye.*

"I believe these belong to you, sir. Now what are you willing to pay to get them back, I wonder."  

[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

"Name your price and it shall be yours, my sweet Miss Starman."  

[Miss Emily Roberts]

*Losing the glint of playfulness from her eyes, Aria slowly made her way back to the side of the bed, her head hung low as she mulled her reply over in her mind. Reaching the edge, she placed the newly found breeches on it's surface and smiled softly at Sydney.*

"Dinner is a high enough price for such a simple finding, my dear Sydney. I fear much more than that would be unwarranted, and due to my stubborn pride, I'm unable to ask for anything of higher cost that I would not be able to pay back in full."  

[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

-: "Aye... dinner it is then. I hear tell that there is a place by the name of the Plushie Palace. It sounds a little odd to me, but we might as well give it a shot. It's either that or we starve to death." Slipping on his breeches, Jack buttoned his multi-button drawers and threw his shirt over his shoulders. Tucking it into his breeches, he reached for his vest and tossed it on as well. Standing, he stretched as he walked to a nearby window.

Doing up the last of his vest buttons, Jack adjusted his timepiece and reattached the chain to the lower lapel-hole. Gazing down upon the city square, Jack watched as people went too and fro - going about their own business. "So, shall we? I'll just fetch my coat and hat. Would you care for me to help you back into your gowns?" :-  

[Miss Emily Roberts]

"Straightening her shirt, Aria pulled her corset over her head and into place, while stepping quickly into the skirt she had prepared. Turning to Sydney, she donned her most seductive smile and offered her strings.*

"If you could be so kind as to tighten my laces, I'd be most grateful. I'll be ready to go whenever you are after that little task is conquered."  

[Admiral Lord Cochrane]

"Put it on? Must I? Well a pitty, but as you wish..."

*Coming up behind her, Jack played at the laces and caressed the soft skin that shown at the neck. "Alright, grab hold of something"

|(Continued, assuming that we time travel after this post. How about we create thread dedicated to the Village Square. I don't suppose there already is one.)|