Trepidation (No Slots Left, Under New Management)

[Flying-Emu]

Remy sighed. "Fog...? I haven't seen fog in years." With a grunt of surprise, Remy peered at the immovable window. "And it's frozen shut. Good morning, new life. Nice to see things are starting well."

Sighing, he removed a set of clothing from his suitcase and quickly threw it on. As he headed towards the door, Remy sighted his medical bag lying on the counter. "Why would I need that?" Despite his misgivings, he slung the bag over his shoulder. Feeling instantly more secure, Remy pulled open the door and left, locking the door behind him.

Glancing down the hall, he saw a service elevator. "That'd be so much easier on my legs." With a dry chuckle, Remy walked with a light bounce in his step towards the stairwell, looking forward to a hearty breakfast to start his new life.

 

[rogueshadows]

Spoiler: ouch.

ah well, serves me right for sulking in a dark room shile celebrating new year's. that and not checking to see if we've started... can't wait for next round.

 

[Fire Daemon]

The alarm didn't work.

"Well isn't that perfect" he muttered under his breath. "An look, even mother nature herself doesn't want me to rise on time". He glared at the window for a short time, contemplating the missing sun and the layer of fog. Today would be cold, he should take his jacket. In a short time he completed the morning ritual and was standing in his room not sure what to do. He had a toy gun, should he take it and give it to Jeremy? It would be funny. It would also be cruel on the kid, better leave it. He would have to ask for the nearest bookstore in the lobby, that would be a hassle.

After getting the room key he singled the elevator and waited for it to come to his level. Damn thing was slow but then again, they are always slow when in a rush. He waited patiently.

 

[The Kind Cannibal]

Ecky felt as if he where stuck in molasses. Everything was in slow motion and his limps refused to move at the speed he wanted them to. He felt panicked, like he was running away from something. Red and blue lights played along his vision along with the slight amber glow and crackle from somewhere behind him as he ran. Suddenly things started speeding up at an alarming rate, then past the regular speed into what seemed to be fast forward. The blare of a police siren cut through the run away train of a nightmare almost as fast as it started, and Ecky shot upright in a jumble of sheets and pillows.

Breathing heavy he desperately and franticly searched for something. Finally he found it in his discarded jeans from last night, his zippo lighter. He lit it reassuringly and stared at the flame as his breathing slowed, before he flicked it back closed and threw the same pants on he found the lighter in. What time was it? The sun seemed to barely be coming through the window. He checked it out and found the window obscured by something on the outside, so he tried to open it and clean it off. One tug, then another, and yet another, until finally he gave up in a rage of pulls and kicks to the infernal window. More than slightly angered by the window he grabbed his skateboard and made sure his wallet was in his pocket before heading out.

He lit a cigarette as he took the first step with a worn out leather skate shoe. The smoke drifted up the stairwell as he pocketed the lighter and gripped the skateboard tighter. He was hungry and wanted grub, so the faster he made it to the ground floor the better. The deep drag that filled his lungs with nicotine barely calmed his stressed nerves, and he was stressed so much he simply gripped the cig with his mouth to leave his hands free.

 

[Abako]

It had been many hours since James had fallen asleep on his bed for a simple nap, and when he awoke, the first thing he noticed was that it was now light outside. "Damn it. How the hell did I sleep all night? I didn't even get some dinner." He said as he got up and looked at the clock. It was still morning so he decided that it would be best to get a shower so he wouldn't feel like crap when he got back on the road.

After grabbing a quick shower, James once again donned his uniform after changing his underclothes. As he packed his belongings back into his rucksack, he began to notice just how hungry he was. He was not used to missing a meal so sleeping through dinner had caused his stomach to ache with hunger. He decided to look in all of the cabinets and the fridge to see if there was something to eat that he could take with him on the road. It would be easier than going to the restaurant downstairs. After thoroughly searching the room for anything that he might want to take with him, he grabbed his gear and left his room, closing the door behind him. After making sure the door was closed good, he headed to the elevator and punch the button to call the elevator to his floor.

 

[Clairaudient]

Paxton woke slowly. He was still sitting on top of the covers, wearing his pajama pants and shirt. His mouth was dry and his eyes blurry. He walked over to the bathroom and got a drink of water. While his thirst was quenched, his stomach groaned. Unaware of anything wrong with the world around him, he quickly dressed in some jeans and a brown zip-up hoodie over a plain black shirt. In his pockets was the small cologne flask and a now empty wine bottle he intended to recycle somewhere in the lobby. He added a little extra cologne to compensate for not showering. He wasn't looking to impress anyone this morning after his 'friend' last night.

Leaving his room, the hallway seemed oddly dark. He headed towards the elevator but saw a sign for 'Stairs'. Figuring it'll be faster that way, he makes his descent towards the hotel restauraunt.

 

[Khedive Rex]

Gulliver was dimly aware that it was time to wake. But each time he opened his eyes to blearily check the room, it was as bleak and dark as night.

The sixth time he scan his chamber he thought to check the clock.

11:02

"Ugh ... clock's busted. It's not like I need to know what time it is. Fuckers."

He drifted back to the warm embrace of sleep, but woke later with a start.

11:24

"What's the real time?" Gulliver said to himself seeking for his radio on the counter. It was shifted 90 degrees, small and not particularly bright but there in the corner of his radio's screen he swore he saw 11:24.

Gulliver rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. "Was there an eclipse when I wasn't watching?" He rolled and stretched and yawned and threw the blankets from him. The room was still dark. None of the lights were on and no light came threw the window.

Gulliver stumbled out of bed and shambled to the darkened window. No light shone through because the glass was caked with an unpleasent fog. Gulliver cursed and tried to open the window. It was quite adamently stuck.

After a few moments of careful meditation Gulliver arrived at a question and an answer. "Do I care? No. So they put me in the worst room in the hotel. What was I expecting?"

Gulliver gathered up his things, the radio and insulin, and walked out into the hall. Maybe he wasn't intitled to same quality of bedroom the other residents were, but they couldn't stop him eating at the same restaurant at least. There were laws against that.

Ding! rang the elevator as Gulliver walked in. Next stop, breakfast.

 

[mshcherbatskaya]

Spoiler: for those of you who are awake

When you get downstairs, you will see that the restaurant is still closed and locked up, and that none of the staff are in the lobby. The exterior doors are sealed just like the windows upstairs, but worse, and the film over the door is not merely cloudy, but actually pinkish, with what might be very fine veins running through it. More a membrane than a film. The lobby has quite a few flies in it, and there is a strange smell, like a mix of old mushrooms and raw hamburger.

 

[Fire Daemon]

Ding!

The elevator reached the ground floor, the door opened and Alex was bombarded with the worst smell he had ever witnessed in a hotel lobby. He crinkled his nose and tried to ignore it. It was probably off food coming from the kitchen but, was it ever so horrid! Thank god he forewent breakfast, he would have been sick if he ate what this placed had to offer. He noticed the flies. They flew around his face in circles, their purpose in the scheme of things was nothing more than annoy him. All to familiar these things that flew around his face, all to familiar. His annoyance at flies occupied his thoughts, he disgusted and loathed them. He disgusted and loathed them so much the only thing on his thought was the flies. He only noticed the pinkish mist covering the door windows when he tried to open the door.

"What the hell is this" he yelled as he tried to budge open the door. "What the fuck is this, pink paper?" he called out to the lobby. He was the only one in the room, not even the staff had bothered to show. What the hell was going?

He looked closely at the paper... pink mist... thing

It wasn't paper and not a mist, maybe fabric? It had thin lines on it... veins? Maybe. But that didn't make any sense. Neither did having fabric around a building. No, wait... that did make sense. He had heard of things like this before, large scale artworks that covered a building with fabric. It happened to the Reichstag a few years ago and some islands in Miami in the eighties. Pointless stunts.

They didn't even had the decency to tell him! They should have just kept the hotel closed. Shit, the building was probably covered. He might not even be able to get out! He walked over to the phone on the lobby desk and picked up the receiver. He punched in the number or his niece. There was no dial tone.

"Shit, they cut the line". He put the phone down and leaned against the desk, swatting flies left and right.

Best to wait for someone else to turn up. Maybe then he could get some answers.

Spoiler

I'm assuming the phone line is dead. If not I can just edit that part. The artists I was referring to are Christo and Jeanne-Claude [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christo_and_Jeanne-Claude]

EDIT:Also I assumed this is a new round. I hope so.

 

[Revenent]

Spoiler: Shit!

I'm so sorry I'm late. My computer wouldn't let me access The Escapist for the last four days. Thank you so much for not killing me.

Matthew rolled over with a groan, leaving his world of many dreams and more nightmares. The alarm was blaring with such an irritating noise that he felt as someone were ripping his eardrums out with a fork. He slammed his fist down on the noisy tormenter, aiming for silence but ending with destruction. He'd have to pay for that later.

Sitting up, he noticed it was so foggy out that the sun could barely enter the room, leaving it in a sort of still gray light. He didn't know if this was good news or bad news. Great for atmosphere, but bad if you hoped to film anything. Standing up in his boxers, he calculated that he had a half-hour before the car they sent would arrive to pick him up. Just enough time to get breakfast, assuming the restaurant staff was one of those gems that actually did their job.

Pulling on some clothes and then heading out into the hallway, Matt had a creeping feeling, but brushed it off as anxiety. Something felt wrong, but maybe that's how all stars felt before their big break. He tapped the elevator call button furiously, but whether out of a hurry or inexplicable fear, he could not say.

 

[Higurashi]

<spoiler=Character apperances>I've read a few character sheets, but no one seems to contain a physical description of your character. Would be good to have.
The elevator arriving to him, Kaze stepped in, alone. The building seemed strangely desolate this morning.
As the elevator doors slid apart on the first floor, Kaze was a bit surprised. The lobby was almost completely desolate. Only one man was there. It was early in the day, but shouldn't the staff be available? A strange smell lay think in the air. He put his keys on the counter and made for the door.
*thump*
What was this? It wouldn't budge. He increased his effort. Still not even a movement. Looking around, he found no reason for this. The man looked at him with seeking eyes. Kicking the door a few times, cracks began to spread in it. Looking closer, he noticed it was held in place by something. Some kind of wrapping that also covered the windows. What the hell was this? It looked... fleshy. Fucking gross!

This is like something out of an alien flick.

Noticing he was actually a bit excited, he smiled. Interesting. He accepted the situation and began wandering the lobby. He was not one to start conversation, and he doubted the man knew more than him anyway. He would explore the first floor, and the restaurant seemed to be the only choice in beginning.

 

[Berethond]

As he arrived at the bottom of the stairwell, he smelled an arrogant and overbearing scent, complete with flies. He looks at the door, and does a double take. It's covered with some sort of membrane. He looks around for the staff, and sees only two of the clients of the hotel. Realising that this was the time for action, and not standing around, he decided to accompany the young Japanese man into the kitchen. There would at least be some large knives there.

Spoiler: Physical description

Joseph has blue eyes, blond hair, and pale skin. He has prominent cheekbones along with a very trim physique. He's fairly strong and agile, a by-product of working construction. He's wearing a black Miles Davis t-shirt, a leather jacket, black jeans, and Converse.
EDIT: He's 5'10", 150 lbs

 

[gamebrain89]

As the doors of the Elevator opened, Jordan's nostrils were assailed by a smell that left him both nauseous and hungry at the same time. As he stepped into the lobby proper, the first thing he noticed was that the doors to the restaurant where shut and the lights inside were off.

" Aw damn, guess I will have to go somewhere else for breakfast."

Looking around, there were two other people in the lobby already, but judging by their appearance, they weren't hotel employees, so he started to ignore them. As he passed by the front desk, the man leaning against the counter spoke.

"You aren't going to get out."

"What are you talking about man? it's morning, they never lock these doors during the day."

"True, but the doors are covered by some pink paper or something, and I couldn't get them open. Names Alex by the way."

Startled, Jordan introduces himself and then walks to the doors to take a look himself.

"I'm Jordan, nice to meet you I guess."

Examining the film on the outside of the doors, Jordan quickly became excited. Pulling out his camera, he began to document it, excitedly talking to his camera.

Alex walked over.

"What the hell are you doing man?"

"This film, its not paper Alex."

"What do you mean its not paper?"

"Well look at it, it has veins! this isn't paper, its biological! Its living tissue! This is unheard of! So I am documenting it. I am a scientist after all."

"You always carry a camera around with you?"

"Yeah, anyway, I have to keep documenting this, nice meeting you again man."

As Jordan continued to document this incredible finding, Alex walked back to the counter, hoping someone else might be able to shed more light on what the hell was happening here.

Spoiler: OOC and discription

I wrote this with Fire Daemon's permission, Hope that works for you man,I just put you back where you were before I came in. Also, I'll fix up a discription on my character sheet. He is 6 foot 3, 215 pounds, and dressed in outdoors gear. His brown hair goes down to his ears, as its been a while since he has had a haircut. He also has a neatly trimmed beard, Like Ryker on Star Trek. (Best example I could come up with on short notice)

 

[Spartan Bannana]

[/quote]

<spoiler=Character apperances>I've read a few character sheets, but no one seems to contain a physical description of your character. Would be good to have.

Spoiler: It's in my first in character post

I'm tall and large with a shaved head

Stepping out of the stairwell and into the lobby was Jim, he didn't trust elevators, which probably wasn't very reassuring to the guests considering he was the one who fixed them. No matter how much he oiled and twisted levels on that thing, it always seemed to creak and groan as it went down the cables. His boss had complained about it quiet a few times, but eventually given up after three months of trying. Jim stopped whistling as he noticed the people standing around in the lobby, people usually didn't hang around there. Jim shook his head and went back to the mechanicals, where he was sure his boss would've been waiting to yell at him for not having fixed everything the night before. He opened the door and braced himself...but there was nobody there...Jim shrugged and decided to get a late start today, maybe get some breakfast at the restaurant. But when he went to the lobby, it was closed.

Jim turned to unusual amount of people in the lobby and asked: "Did you see anybody lock this place up? We weren't under orders to?"

 

[Higurashi]

<spoiler=Appearances>Yeah, those that do have a description obviously don't have to repeat themselves.

 

[Revenent]

Spoiler: Matt's description

Fairly tall, just below or at six feet in height. Fit with some muscle tone, but not enough to draw your attention to it. Short blonde hair that falls down to his eyebrows in front and halfway down his neck in back. Navy blue eyes. His face is very angular, but not fierce or threatening. He is currently wearing an untucked, blue button-up shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. He is also kind of pissed because none of the stores nearby sold his favorite brand of cigarette.

 

[Higurashi]

<spoiler=Description>Great, great. I was hoping you could all put it in your character sheet. Simplest that way, and avoids filling up the thread. =)

 

[Revenent]

Spoiler: There.

Went ahead and added it to my sheet.

 

[Bling Cat]

Wilson sat up, looking at the clock on the chest of drawers.

"Bugger" he cursed quietly. He'd overslept. He rubbed his eyes, his mouth gaping like a black tunnel. He didn't used to oversleep. Wasn't in his character. He was punctual, up at six every morn, ready and able. That had faded with time, as his enthusiasm and his spryness had lessened. He pulled himslef to the edge of the bed, dropping onto his chair. He had slept fully clothed, too tired last night and too depressed to get changed. He wheeled his way towards the door, taking no note of the window as his chair squeaked noisily again. "Must get that oiled at some point." The old him would have already had it oiled, polished and tightened up with a screwdriver. But he wasn't the old him, and the energy in his arms waned every passing day. The wheels squeaked across to the elevator, and the button flicked green as a hand pressed it. The doors open, Wilson rolls in. The 'L' button lights up.

Spoiler: Appearance

His appearance isn't that important, save that he is 71 and in a wheelchair. I prefer to leave it to the reader to picture someone, rather than spell it out to them.

 

[The Kind Cannibal]

Spoiler: My Character Appearance

Ecky is 5'4 and 107lbs. Light brown hair that falls almost to his shoulders and green eyes, along with a noticeable amount of hair at the center of his chin. Very baggy blue jeans which are ragged with holes, hanging off his butt. A white 'wife beater' tank top, and some black skate shoes.

The small young man exited the stairwell still peeved over this mornings already nasty start. The rolling of a skateboard echoed around the lobby as Ecky rode to the front door, his mood bad enough to ignore the fact that skating was probally not allowed indoors here. He needed fresh air and a good smoke outside not this disgusting smell down here at the lobby. His soft nose curled in response to the foul smell as he rolled right up to the front entrance.

The flies were abundant and annoying enough to warrant him blowing a cloud of smoke in their direction. As he hoped of his board to open the door he was meet with the same thing he had with the window. Ignoring that fact he was probally blocking the guy with the camera's view, he tug once more in frustration as he myriad of curses came from his mouth, most in spanish.
He took a step back to examine the door, and to grab his skateboard with both hands like a cricket bat.

Some sort of pinkish stuff covered the door, and he knew for a fact the glass of the door did not originally have what looked to be veins in it. It was disgusting, revolting even , to look at. Worst of all it was stopping him from going outside, so as he clenched the half smoked cigarette with his mouth and gripped the board harder, he took a step back. With a few more curses toward the door he swung back and let a mighty swing at the glass of the door, only to be meet with the skateboard simply bouncing off. More curses, and another swing, same result.

Finally he stopped his assault on the door and looked around the lobby. A few guest were around, the restaurant was closed, and not much else. Ecky was pissed mainly because anytime he tried to do something the damn lady fate thought it funny to make it impossible. With a sigh and a final curse in spanish toward the door's mother, he spoke out loud.

"What the hell is up with the door?"