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[spoiler]All roleplay sub threads (unless stated otherwise) are open to any and all response, please feel free to reply to anyone, not just myself! :)[/spoiler]
WELCOME to Revans Roleplay Incorporated
Ebon Hawk Hotel
Need a room ?
Maybe a drink, we can help.
1st Floor-
Reception, Lobby, Diner and Bar,
Backdeck, pool access
Basement- Classified
2nd -4th floors
Room run by floor number and letter
Ex, 2A, 3K
5th floor
Employee rooms
Backyard-
Arena, Racetrack, Hanger bay and pool
Bar-
Drinks Jokes and Fights, what else do you need
Racetrack-
Hop on a swoop bike and jockey for first place
Arena-
Step into the ring, first to go down for the 10 count loses
Pool-
Loung in our cool swimming pool or soak in the hot tub
Hanger bay-
Park your starship or any vehicle for the duration of your stay, or even maintence
And as always, thank you for roleplaying-[i]Revan[/i]
[spoiler]Grand re opening date 10/15/15[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Current Version 2.0.0[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Current Positions filled
Owner-TemplarRevan
CEO-UndeadNoble
DJ-Wombyrocks
Bounty Hunter- Kent the Mad
Owners assistant- Sinister JT
Front End Security- Xyrstrlia
Bartender-Frankenpants
Head chef- Mrminer12345
Bartender- TheFallenDemon
Hanger Security Jat05
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[spoiler]Avaliable positions
-Manager
-Headchef
-Bartender
-Poolboy
-Doorman
-Bartender
-BellHop
Spaceship mechanic
Security Staff
Comedian
Hotel Band
Gladiator
Arena Keeper
Pit Jockys
Race Runners[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Scarlett flies in with another Mandolorian armor-clad figure.[/spoiler] "What did we miss?"
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Im going out for a while, and i might not come so this is farewell good chaps!
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*Blushes and stands* Oh... uh.... sorry noble....
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Edited by Classified: 1/4/2015 10:34:44 PM-Mans door with my HK416 on my back- Well, this is going to be fun -grabs small military axe and holds it Time to guard this door -cracks knuckles-
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*wakes up* *door creaks open* *walks out* *passes camera* *walks back to camera* ... *stares into it* *hears screaming downstairs; sounds of door closing* *laughs and continues walking* everytime....
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*Sets up an assassin booth, in the corner of the lobby*
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Edited by Classified: 1/4/2015 10:07:39 PMI literally should be security, more like under cover, I was half security in my old job, lol -Cleans HK and looking out for any suspicious characters-
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So my buds have taken to writing backstory for their characters and even some clan story seeing there's a huge disparity of story and lore in Destiny. Many of their stories are entertaining and well thought out, however, this is all I could come up with. Guardian: He had a name, of that he was most certain, but he could not recall it now. Nor anything from his past to be honest. It had been four months since his Ghost had pumped life giving light into his dry, sun bleached bones. Still, he couldn't remember anything from his past, the so called Golden Age. He had hoped that he would find answers in this strange city. Perhaps the Speaker would enlighten him, or maybe the Traveler. When he garnered no answers there, he had his Ghost delve into the annals collected from the Archive, but with no luck. As time passed, he slowly realized that he would get no answers from this place they called the Tower. Maybe it was his Destiny to never know the true, full story. He knew he would have to seek outside sources to build the picture from the bits and pieces he gathered, if ever, he could gather them. He soon discovered that asking around resulted in the same answers. As if everyone he encountered was preprogrammed with a limited number of default answers. "Who am I?" was inevitably met with "A Guardian sir." It mattered not who he asked. His Ghost, whom he observed several Guardians refer to as Dinklebot, was of little help and just as repetitive as those in the Tower. Trips to the Moon, Mars, Venus, and even the Reef shed no light on his past, very little on his present, and only "what-ifs" on his future. He was willing to pay the price, the full price even, if it would only reveal his origin, the story, what had happened, and why. He had no choice though, to keep seeking his answers meant he had to continue his fight, even though he had little hope of ever finding the answers. The proverbial "run around." So fight he does, all he does, the grind goes on. Perhaps... Perhaps that is his name.
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*Walks into the bar*spiced rum please ahaha!
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Ok, we fixed the coolant leak, but what's got me worried is that something bit through a 1/16 inch steel pipe...
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Well, this thread got popular fast.
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I walk around the lobby and begin talking to myself with a sharp knife in my hand.
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*Calmly puts down my book and looks around to see what everyone is doin*
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*continues wanking*
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I need a job. I have been through a lot. *comm call* Scarlett! Noble! Meet me in the bar!
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*starts replacing the carpets with marble tiles* carpet is too much upkeep
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*Strolls in* "One reactor core, make it fast!" *Sits at the bar, tapping finger impatiently*
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[spoiler]before being dragged back to hotel[/spoiler] Good sir this matter has nothing to do with the questionable state of my room when you first showed it to me, now might i leave before matters become worse " To noble"
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*sweeping intensifies*
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*Hangs out in room, confused about coolant leak* *looks bored*
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hello
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*Sweeps.*
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<PA announcement> <coolant leak detected in hangar R-05. All nonessential personnel are to evacuate the lower levels until the fumes have been ventilated. We apologize for any inconvenience.>
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Now would be the oppurtune moment to make my leave... [spoiler]attempts to sneak away again[/spoiler]
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Ranger. Can you pick up breakfast for me? Still asleep.
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[spoiler]Opens door and scurries out worriedly trying to sneak away[/spoiler]