Watch for stray hands, Hostel dwellers...
Who: Francis (paysdelamour ); hopefully Liquid Snake (ysobritish ) or Germany (cantgetlaidin) or Italy (curltug); and anyone else who is currently living in the Hostel.
When: Shortly after Francis arrives, on November 10th.
Where: The Hostel, in the hallways.
What: Francis is currently looking for a man known as Lieutenant J. Moriarty. Liquid's offered a challenge and Francis is quite thrilled with this. Meanwhile he has also been told Germany and Italy are living here too so he's eager to see them - he needs someone he can trust in this strange place.
Warnings: Francis will probably start flirting. Other than that, pretty tame.
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Francis stepped out of the tram into the new tram station, which he was told to lead him to a place to stay for a few weeks while he found a source of income. He wrinkled his nose a little as he looked around the station; it was far too dirty for his liking and the whole area just seemed... off. He knew America was a lot rougher than he was used to since it was supposedly a "wild" frontier and all, but already he was starting to miss the streets of Paris. Hopefully his beauitful Paris wasn't as beaten down and shoddily patched-up as Boston had been. Hopefully.
Shifting his bag onto his shoulder, Francis took the only staircase that he could see upwards, and followed the many signs that lead him towards the Hostel. He saw only one building in the area really of note, and it made him groan inwardly when he realized that this dilapidated building was, in fact, Newton's Hostel. Of course, being as vain and arrogant as the embodiment of France could be, he was very unimpressed with the hostel establishment... and that was an understatement. He knew it was free, and that made it at least tolerable for a man with as little pocket money as him. Then again, he hadn't expected Boston to look this... dirty.
However, being the social butterfly that Francis was, he was excited at the prospect of the other people here - he still had to find J, the man had offered him a challenge, after all. And of course Germany had also mentioned he was staying at the hostel, which meant he had at least a familiar face, if nothing else, in this place. Either way, Francis found himself standing in front of Newton's Hostel, his bag of spare clothes and random pamphlets still slung over his shoulder. With a deep breath and exhale to prepare for the unknown, Francis stepped into the hostel - oh god, was it really even worse on the inside? How was that possible - and looked around this lobby area to find that he was not alone.
When: Shortly after Francis arrives, on November 10th.
Where: The Hostel, in the hallways.
What: Francis is currently looking for a man known as Lieutenant J. Moriarty. Liquid's offered a challenge and Francis is quite thrilled with this. Meanwhile he has also been told Germany and Italy are living here too so he's eager to see them - he needs someone he can trust in this strange place.
Warnings: Francis will probably start flirting. Other than that, pretty tame.
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Francis stepped out of the tram into the new tram station, which he was told to lead him to a place to stay for a few weeks while he found a source of income. He wrinkled his nose a little as he looked around the station; it was far too dirty for his liking and the whole area just seemed... off. He knew America was a lot rougher than he was used to since it was supposedly a "wild" frontier and all, but already he was starting to miss the streets of Paris. Hopefully his beauitful Paris wasn't as beaten down and shoddily patched-up as Boston had been. Hopefully.
Shifting his bag onto his shoulder, Francis took the only staircase that he could see upwards, and followed the many signs that lead him towards the Hostel. He saw only one building in the area really of note, and it made him groan inwardly when he realized that this dilapidated building was, in fact, Newton's Hostel. Of course, being as vain and arrogant as the embodiment of France could be, he was very unimpressed with the hostel establishment... and that was an understatement. He knew it was free, and that made it at least tolerable for a man with as little pocket money as him. Then again, he hadn't expected Boston to look this... dirty.
However, being the social butterfly that Francis was, he was excited at the prospect of the other people here - he still had to find J, the man had offered him a challenge, after all. And of course Germany had also mentioned he was staying at the hostel, which meant he had at least a familiar face, if nothing else, in this place. Either way, Francis found himself standing in front of Newton's Hostel, his bag of spare clothes and random pamphlets still slung over his shoulder. With a deep breath and exhale to prepare for the unknown, Francis stepped into the hostel - oh god, was it really even worse on the inside? How was that possible - and looked around this lobby area to find that he was not alone.