Comments | the_love_hotel: Intro || No event || byoa

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Intro || No event || byoa

Nov 28, 2011 17:22

Oliver wasn't quite sure where he was. He'd woken up in a strange red room that wasn't his own, in fact he didn't recognize a single thing about it! It was a pretty ritzy room as well, all silks and top of the line furnashings and some spicy sweet scent in the air he figured was some form of incense. He was definitely by himself as well, which ( Read more... )

pairing: open, series: vocaloid

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Just warning you, the link in the tag is a vid. dancer_samurai November 29 2011, 01:51:30 UTC

Just down the hall there was a woman dressed in a simple kimono with long purple hair. She was humming a rather familiar tune. Well, it was familiar to her. After humming a bit, she began to sing one of her favorite songs.

Sure, she had been set for the Dance of the Brocade when she first arrived here, but after spending this much time here she was able to switch between her songs without having anyone else load them for her. She was thankful that she was at least able to sing what she wanted instead of what others wanted her to.

I love love love dancing samurai ;w; monsterloidboy November 29 2011, 02:11:07 UTC

The blonde boy paused when the hint of a melody caught his ears. It took a moment but he recognized the song. It was 'Dancing Samurai'! His brother Big Al sang a version of it, so he was at least familiar with it. Hoping to find someone familiar, or at least friendly, he took off down the hall towards the source of the song.

He didn't recognize the girl singing, but then again he didn't know many other Vocaloids yet aside from his two siblings and Sonika. But she didn't look mean or anything... so after a moment he approached her.

"Umm... Excuse me?" he spoke once he was close enough, and reached over to tug on her kimono's sleeve.

godsavetheearl November 29 2011, 06:54:02 UTC

[ooc: Similar age? I think Ciel will do very nicely, then, given that he's 13.]

And the very first someone Oliver happened to run into was Ciel Phantomhive: very uppity, very wealthy, very British Ciel Phantomhive, mature beyond his years and with a mysterious secret hidden behind the eye patch of his. But in any case, there was nothing mysterious or secretive about being on one's way to eat dinner, and that was just where Ciel had been headed--at least, until he laid eyes on the blond boy making his way down the hall in the opposite direction ( ... )

monsterloidboy November 29 2011, 16:01:02 UTC

Oliver breathed a small sigh of relief. Truth be told he was a little nervous about the prospect of running into a complete stranger. The only people he really knew were his siblings after all. But the fact that it was someone around his own age made it a little better somehow, easier at the very least.

"Ah yes I am. Or rather someone. Anyone really," he smiled brightly, though there was a hint of hesitation to his voice. And who could blame him, or anyone for that matter? It wasn't every day one was whisked away to such a strange place.

"And I did find a someone! I was hoping you might be able to help me..." he paused and tapped his chin as a sudden thought struck him, "Unless you just woke to discover you were somewhere as entirely as well. Then I believe we'd be in the same boat."

Oh he was probably babbling. What a terrible first impression he was probably making! How he wished James were here. He was quite certain he wouldn't be so scattered if the little goldfinch was on his shoulder.

pink_is_back November 29 2011, 23:20:45 UTC

This hotel had everything, and in those times when it wasn't being an annoying piece of work, a person could enjoy those things. Black Lady helped herself that morning to the breakfast buffet, much to the chagrin of some others who had to wait for more food to be prepared. When she was done there, she wandered the mall area, the lobby, anyplace with a lot of people and stuff to look at. The air felt unusually cool, her mind settled (relatively speaking for her) and her body completely covered in appropriate clothing. She was dressed in a dark red long-sleeve top and black knee-length skirt, with black boots.

Somewhere in her travels she'd picked up a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and walked along the hallway holding that in one hand while sampling the confections with the other. She hadn't even heard footsteps approaching and only saw the other person when she turned a corner. With her mouth open and a cookie nearly inside, she blinked a few times at the young man. "Lost?"