The Odd Little Old Inn In The Middle Of The City - IC

[Takaru]

The Odd Little Old Inn In the Middle Of The City Or Simply: Minari Inn - Always Open!
[IC] [OOC] [Interest Check]

In every city, every town, every village, there's that one house. No one is really sure when it was built - it seems like it simply was always there. It has weathered the ages and has seen its fair share of inhabitants. No, they weren't ever suspicous or anything of the like - but it's just a little odd. Sometimes they're warehouses. Sometimes they're just old shacks. And sometimes they're the odd little old inn in the middle of the city.


A warm midsummer sun shone down on the sprawling city below it on this morning. The ways in which this warmth was being made use of varied wildly - from the numerous children playing in the river around which this city had been built over the constant complainers as they cranked up their AC another notch to the simple joy of a well-deserved nap in the sun like many of the resident cats choose to do.

Others, meanwhile, didn't quite follow that trend. One such person was a young man by the name of Takaru Minari as he stood on the roof of the Inn which had been his home since he'd been born. It wasn't the first time he was up on the roof's terrace on this particular morning - he had already completed his light morning training routine before the sun had even begun to rise and upon completion thereof had gone about the tasks and jobs that came with being not only the son of the owners, but also the acting manager of Minari Inn: Laundry. To those unaccsutomed, it would be a rather odd sight - a young man, contentedly humming to himself as he hangs up the recent washload to dry on this sunny day. That alone might no be so strange if it weren't for the fact that he was doing so whilst carrying a wooden sword - and at the same time wearing a floral-patterned apron with various smiley-faced flowers depicted. To the unaccustomed, it was a strange sight indeed.

As Takaru meanwhile pegged down the last of the washload upon the drying line, he began to think of the plans for today. "Oh, that's right - the new residents are coming today!" he remembered as he made his way back down the stairs that connected the terrace on the roof to the second floor below. This was also where the individual rooms were located - though how awake their occupants were was a question all of its own. Takaru toned down his humming so as to not disturb any particularly sleepy individuals as he continued on down the stairs to the first floor, though he would greet all and any that were out and about with a smile, a friendly nod and a cheery "Good Morning". Back on the ground floor, Takaru crossed the living room with its chairs and sofas, its books and whatnots that might have been forgotten the night before and entered the kitchen - after all, there were some who appreciated more than just a slice of bread for breakfast. As he went about preparing a simple breakfast meal and was humming once more, he wondered when the newest residents would show up.

[KuroRyoushi]

In the distance, a black hoodie clad figure sat on the still morning dew seeped ground. Ja'Quill looked on from a grassy knoll at the Minari Inn. He blinks. Twice. He sighs and slowly rises from his perch. The figure slowly walks torward the Inn, finally finding a refuge that may not turn away a creepy, pale white kid whom appears to be broke. Ja'Quill had heard rumors whilst scouting the town, people speaking of the strange little inn on the hill that never turns anyone away. It had been a while since he ahd been able to aquire a place to live. In past years, he merely rented a room in a hotel. At first most of the managers and staff were skeptical, but when he flashed a big wad of cash in their face, they wouldn't refuse. Nor would they disbelieve them when he said his parents would be joining him shortly. When the bellhop would let him in his room, all it took was a simple possession spell to travel into a woman or man's body and pose as Quill's parents. It was a harmless spell. No big problem. When he was done borrowing the person, all he had to do was lead the person back into the lobby, and the host would be none the wiser, not remembering anything in the time of possession. No harm done. But lately there have been close calls. Once, the cops were called on him, saying something about a ghost or a demon, disappearing in front of someones eyes. Ja'Quill learned from this, only staying in unnoticeable places who didn't ask questions. From what he's heard, the Minari Inn is one of those places.

When he arrived at the front door he paused and looked down at the bracelet on his right wrist. It was given to him on the day of his graduation from the Academy, crafted with rough, but fine black letter, and lined with flawless amethyst jewels lined in strips. He sighs and wishes himself luck silently. Ja'Quill Knocks on the door, his expression dull, but backgrounded by one of curiousity. He didn't want to come in uninvited. Despite not being like most other "7th graders," Ja'Quill tried his best to have common curtesy and manners.

[xxDFA]

"Ugh...Firetrucks and nasty belly itches..." Alex wasn't exactly feeling himself this morning as he stumbled downstairs to the first floor of the Inn. A week's worth of nightmares had degraded his physical condition and eventually he had caught a nasty cold. Bags and dark circles made themselves at home underneath his eyes and his face was a little paler than usual, but that didn't stop Alex's trademark smile from forming on his lips once a brilliant idea had sprouted.

He'd go to the bakery and pick up a couple of boxes of warm cinnamon rolls and cheese danishes, then he'd feel like Alex once more!

With excitement and eager anticipation flowing through him, he strode over to the door and opened it.
"Oh hello there, excuse me." He said to the young boy as he stepped around him. "Just journeying out to the heavenly land of Pastryville, don't mind me." As soon as he gotten past him, he couldn't help but double take at the child, wondering what a kid like him was doing here.

(I'm a little rusty from not rping in a while, sorry if it's not up to standards.)

[KuroRyoushi]

Ja'Quill nodded almost imperceptively and stepped to the left out of the doorway so the man could walk past him. His hoody and black jeans, all very baggy on him, fluttered as a gust of AC hit him coming from in the inn. It was a more than bit hotter outside than it was inside, and Quill thought it refreshing. He ignored the eyes that fell on his back as soon as the man was behind him. But then Quill thought that a bit mean and he turned to the man before he got to far away, and gave him a small wave accompanied by a small smile. He peeked through the doorway, still not fully setting foot inside. Ja'Quill could smell the aroma of the breakfast preparations before he heard the sizzling of bacon. Quill had to restrain himself from gasping. He was hungry, hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, having to jet from the tiny Super 8 Motel, as the other tenants and staff were both getting suspicious. His favorite breakfast was bacon. How had the prepriator known? He liked this place already.

Quill sighed, realizing his knocks wouldn't be heard over the sizzle and he would have to use his voice to get the cook's attention. "H-Hello?" He called out tentively. His voice was a little bit hoarse. Ja'Quill really didn't like using his voice. The less people could use to identify him, the better. The smell of bacon and breakfast was beginning to overwhelm him. Mostly the bacon.

(I liked it. I apologize too, as this is my first real RP. I practiced a bit with a friend, but nothing serious. Oh and if you don't like pingponging, please do say so, i just didn't know, and didn't think itd matter as there are only three of us at the moment. this will be my last note IC)

[Mr Lock]

Jack had been in the city for more than a few days now, he had enrolled in a local school and had spent the rest of his time doing what he does best: Sneaking around finding little secrets and ‘acquiring’ funds from the local rich district. With his pockets now full he had headed of to find some decent accommodation, having slept in a park in a tent these past nights he had received a stiff back and was not looking forward to another night on the cold ground. Fortunately for the man Jack he had spotted an old building situated atop a hill in the more interesting part of town, for an added bonus it was within walking distance of his new school. It was even renting rooms, so the current occupants wouldn’t mind a semi-permanent guest dropping in.

The view from the roof wasn’t too bad either. How would he know that? Why he was standing on it of course! Any Inn jack stayed in had to have a nice roof on which to stand dramatically, that was half the fun of having a long jacket that billowed in the breeze. But sadly there was very little breeze on this fine morn so he gave up trying to appear dramatic and slipped over the lip of the roof and into an open window, from there he casually walked out of the room and down the main flight of stairs, after several minutes spend wandering around trying to find said stairwell.
He caught a glimpse of a smiley man walking out the front door behind a short, grim looking boy in a black shroud and decided he would have rather talked with the smiley man. Nevertheless he needed information and advanced unperturbed down the stairs, approaching the boy who had only moments ago voiced a tentative hello, presumably to the landlord who was not in sight.

“Hello to you too” Jack said, as if he had been the one spoken to “You wouldn’t happen to know where the landlord is would you? It’s just that I’m here about a room and I haven’t seen anyone in charge around the palce yet”.

The key to talking with strangers, he had discovered, was to talk like you already knew them. That either put them at ease or took them off guard. Either way they usually told you what you wanted to know, for different reasons obviously but the result was all that counted.

[TheCourtJester]

Sienna woke up with a sour grumble as the sunlight peeked in through the gaps in the blinds, the room a little chilled from where she'd left the window open a little the night before because it'd been a nice night yesterday - still a relatively warm with a faint breeze, clear as hell because the hotel was a bit out of the city and so there wasn't as much pollution out here. Or something.
Anyway, she'd woken up after a rather bad dream - the same one as always of course - unable to get back to sleep, and so had grabbed her MP3 player, opened the window and climbed up to the roof to lie down and, well - do nothing and look at the stars. No-one else did it, no-one ever complained about it and, well, she kinda liked it. It was good to just 'be' sometimes.
It'd warmed up a bit by the time she got out of bed at any rate, uncurling herself on the bed from when she'd slept curled up in a ball in the far corner, the way she always seemed to sleep for some reason. Her limbs feeling a little noodle-like as she got up and out of bed, stripped and went to take a shower, a song stuck in her head. It was calm, quiet and relatively simple but she didn't know the words so just hummed along quietly. She got out and changed - black skinny jeans and a short-sleeved green top with a Super Mario toadstool on it and '1UP' written under it in friendly black writing, her hair dark and stringy from the shower and- urgh, the roots were coming through at the top. Her natural hair colour was closer to reddish-auburn than the pink she dyed it.
Red for danger. Red for 'watch out'. Red for 'Don't fuck with me because I WILL punch you into orbit.'
Pink was...girlier, less dangerous, apparently feminine.
..the more she thought about it, the shittier an excuse it sounded. Tch.
Whatever, she told herself, thinking it was too early in the day to go down that route.

First on the agenda was food. She picked up her MP3, slipped two black dice with white spots into her pocket and left the room with her keys in her hand.
BACON, her head registered and she grinned a bit. Takaru was a goddamn lifesaver. Sienna followed the smell downstairs and found two people standing outside the kitchen, a guy about her age and a smaller kid in a black hoodie.
Newcomers probably judging by the way they were hanging around, looking like they weren't sure if they were allowed to go in or not.
She heard the guy her age ask for the landlord. "That'd be the guy in the kitchen." She nodded towards the door they were standing in front of as she approached them with a hesitant awkward little smile when they looked at her. "You're allowed to go in and ask, he's pretty cool about it." Sienna stepped up and opened the door to the kitchen.
"Takaru, you've got customers." She called over to the man cooking.

[DragonheartDoll]

Audrina woke up with a smile on her cute face; another night without any dreams, just rest. She yawned and stretched her arms out, then she jumped out of her bed. Her room was sparsely decorated - the less flammable material, the better - but her comforters and cupboard and wardrobe were brightly colored. She brushed her long, sleek hair until it shined, the silken locks falling lightly over her shoulders. She sang a light tune to herself as she went through her clothes, finally settling on a white and blue babydoll dress with black spaghetti-straps, pairing it with black ballet flats and a blue headband in her hair. Audrina grabbed up her red-and-black polka-dotted satchel and spritzed some Cherry Blossom perfume on, skipping out into the hallway. On her way down the stairs she noticed some new arrivals and some tenants that had been there a while, and her smile got even wider. She loved new people; no judgments, no stories, just getting to know one another without biased opinions.

"Good morning, everbody!" she called cheerily, setting her stuff down on the table and grabbing an apron from the wall. She tied the straps behind her back as she smiled to each of the people in turn, studying them without negativity. The boy with the hoodie seemed mysterious and gloomy, and Audrina gave him an extra-happy smile before meeting Sienna's eyes. "I love your shirt, Sienna! Need any help, Takaru?" she asked, setting out dishes and silverware on the table while she waited for his reply.

[Takaru]

A quit humming tone accompanied the sound of cooking from the kitchen where Takaru was going about his business. Over the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs in the frying pan and the clattering of plates and dishes as he placed them down on one of the counters, ready to be brought out once everything was done, he heard little of the conversations going on in the entrance area/living room. It was only when the door separating the different rooms opened and Sienna stepped in to tell him that he had customers that Takaru noticed that something was going on. "Alright, be there in a second," he said, only for Audrina to enter the kitchen just moments later, already picking up a stack of dishes and cutlery and carrying them out whilst offering help, if needed; the girl being her ever helpful self.

"Oh, that would be great. Could you watch the pans for a moment? They both just need a minute or two more," he asked of her, not wanting the food to get burned if he stepped out of the kitchen for too long. With that worry taken care of, Takaru stepped out into the living room, wiping his hands on his smiling-flower apron he wore over his other clothes and giving a quick thankful nod to both Sienna and Audrina. That by itself would most likely not be much of a surprise to a first-time onlooker. The fact that he had been identified as the landlord whilst barely looking twenty years old, if even that, added a little to the oddness. The fact that he kept a wooden sword attached to his belt at his side added a little bit more - and it being combined with the odd choice of apron design added a whole lot more. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Welcome to Minari Inn," Takaru spoke with a friendly smile as he noticed the two as of yet unfamiliar faces belonging to one young man looking about the same age as himself and a younger boy clad in rather baggy clothes and his white hair sticking out from his hoodie.

The two didn't seem unfriendly or all too unusual to Takaru - but then again, he had grown used to plenty of odd things over the years, so he wasn't exactly the best judge for such a thing. Either way though, his green eyes shifted from one to the other before he introduced himself: "Hi, I'm Takaru Minari and the manager for the time being. How can I help you?" he asked, his friendly smile still in place. It was a rather safe guess that the two were here for a room - after all, Minari Inn always had a vacant room should one be needed.

[AUH14]

Akari jumped off of the broom, her parents following behind her as they came to a stop in front of the entrance. All her luggage came to a thump on the ground when she snapped her fingers and she petted her dragon, Mei-chan. Although, it looked like she was petting the air. Her parents sighed at that, but dismissed it. Her father jumped off the broom like a prissy popular girl and ran up to Akari. He gave her a suffocating hug as he ranted on, shaking her around like a rag doll.
"Oh my dear Akari! You've grown up so fast. How will I ever live on without you romping around in the house?!" He whined as he sniffled up the snot that ran out of his nose.
Akari's mother slapped him over the head and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "Get ahold of yourself boy! You promised her you wouldn't do that...! You'll live on because I'll be at the house making sure your dramatic ass isn't unemployed!"
Akari plopped to the ground when her mother snatched her father away and she landed on her feet with a slight blush as she saw a couple of the residents standing by the doorway. Her expression quickly changed from embarrassed to angry as a sweat drop slid down her temple. She cleared her throat and turned to her parents with arms crossed over her chest. "That's right father! You promised! Now I don't love you." she said before sticking her tongue out and picking up her bags.
Her fathers face was devastated and he scrambled about while her mother still held onto him. "NO! My beloved daughter doesn't love me! I'm shamed!"
"You should be!" said Akari's mother before jumping back on the broom stick. "Good luck darling." she added before flying off with her husband crying all the way home.
Akari sighed, glad that her father was gone. She turned around with her bags still in her hands and braced to be looked at questionably for the scene that just ended. Cautiously she walked up to the doorway, her ears turned back diagonally and her tail occasionally whipping back and forth as a warning sign. "I'm here to rent a room." she said to the manager in an irritated tone of voice.

[Mr Lock]

Jack was given a pleasant surprise when a pink haired girl came down the stairwell and provided all the information he had needed, he voiced his thanks to her as she walked to the kitchen door then turned once again to the white hired, black robed boy “Thanks anyway, and now to the manager!” he said beaming, but the efficient man had beaten them to the punch and was already in the room, strange though his attire was he fitted the managerial role to a tee. The flowery apron and the pleasant attitude helped.
Now the moment he Jack had been waiting for: “How can I help you?” Takaru had asked, Jack brightened up, his room request forming on his lips, smile wider than a small ocean... then Pow.
A cat girl shows up just outside and cuts him off just as he was about to get his stride. He deflated a little but stepped to the side out of the way, first come first served after all and he had been too slow. Besides a cat girl was unusual to see and almost always had some interesting tails to tell. He smiled at his own pun and fiddled with his pockets as they talked, eventually pulling out a deck of cards. He shuffled them and sat down on the floor to play solitaire. Jack was out of the way off to the side of the main doorway so he doubted he would disturb the goings on of the Inn and would wait until both the cat-girl and black-clad-boy had discussed accommodation, after all the cards wire laid out in a promising fashion and he wanted to win this game. Politeness was just an added bonus.