SamaraJayne96

Room Number 405

**ATTENTION EVERYONE!**
I will probably have the first thread up sometime tomorrow. I keep trying to post, but my mobile phone keeps glitching out on me... I have to wait until I have access to a computer again.

@AdmrlStalfos19
I will let you know what I decide once I read over each character :)

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

Azura Lunarie

One by one, each host had made their introductions.
Since Azura had previously indicated that Dimitri should continue, he was the next one to speak. Matching his type, he did indeed seem mysterious. She couldn't put her finger on as to why however. Perhaps it was the way he spoke? How he stood? Zu-Zu shrugged figuring that she would figure out the answer soon enough.
The Russian finished his summary and gracefully resumed sitting next to Azura. With the way he carried out the meeting, radiating leadership quality and clearly displaying his cleverness, Azura concluded that he would make a fine Vice President.

Once he sat, he leaned toward her and spoke behind his hand in an attempt to maintain privacy.
"May I see the roster for our club?" He whispered.
This caused Azura to blush, the scarlet matching her hair, as she quickly handed over the sheet of paper. All the while, cursing herself for being so careless. She should have tracked him down before the first meeting so that he was well prepared. As the next person began to introduce themselves Zu-Zu shook her head, ashamed that Tamaki put his trust in the wrong person.

Ryu spoke casually. His mischevious yet good nature evident in the way he carried himself. Zura noted that he assessed the room, trying to figure out his future club-mates so it seemed. Upon finishing, he sat down in a slouch and waited patiently for the next person to stand up.
"I also like coffee..." Azura thought absentmindedly, making a mental note.
"Perhaps that would be a good way to get to know Ryu, over a hot cup o' Joe."

The next individual to proceed did not stand up. Instead, he simply coughed into his hand to gather everyone's attention. His eyes never once leaving the device in his hand.
"...Finally I enjoy not having my music interrupted by annoying individuals," he concluded, chuckling to himself sarcastically as he cast an annoyed glare toward the red head. After an obviously forced smile his resumed his attention to the blasted phone he held in his hand.
Azura met his gaze narrowing her eyes momentarily. To establish her authority as president, she would need to deal with Jack Smith accordingly. However, not wanting to seem rude to the other members whom had yet to introduce themselves, the leader sat back and waited patiently, deciding to deal with it later.

Amanda spoke next, stating her last name, which came as a relief to Azura. As the girl continued on with her speech, Zura could not help but smile at Amanda's enthusiasm. The flirt set a good example for the Host Club. She was definitely a fine addition to the group. While speaking, one could not help but notice the way the brunette openly flirted with Ryu. Her type as mentioned in the file was obviously correct.
"my parents have a small boat, and live near the ocean, so you're free to come visit and come sailing with me sometime. If you want that is! I know how to sail." She finished, sitting in her seat once more.
"That would serve as a great reward for the club. Azura thought with a smile.
"Resuming the clubs legacy will be difficult work... perhaps if things go well we could all go have fun on the water. I will have to address the matter with the Vice President."

As Anchor spoke, Zura could not help but notice his rather plain nature. Nothing wrong with the type, but, simply put, she was more into others with personalities that stood out. She noted his specialty in fashionable design and immediately thought of another proposal to address. From time to time the Club would have to partake in themed events. This being an essential way to keep things fresh and boost ratings among the other organizations. Perhaps Al would agree to make everyone's costumes... it would be a good role for him.
Once the boy sat down, Zura leaned forward and wordlessly handed him a few Pocky sticks. He had mentioned in his introduction that he had liked sweet things and with the leaders generous nature, she immediately offered him some chocolatey goodness.

Finally, Kichiro spoke keeping his introduction short. No doubt it was due to the fact that the poor boy was extremely shy. Though it was not a bad thing, a lot of client's would enjoy his nerdy persona. Most of which would either have a lot in common with him, or simply be more outgoing and appreciate his acute listening skills.

Realizing that everyone had finished, Azura stood once more and strolled slowly to the front of the room. Casually pacing as she spoke, it was as if she owned the entire academy. With confidence rising as she took each step, it grew easier to speak in front of everyone. It was like she was her former self again.
"Thank you all for your lovely introductions. I would like to take this opportunity to go over the day's agenda." She began, taking a moment to motion for Dimitri to join her at the front.
"Most of you already know the main priority of this club. And that of coarse is the satisfaction of our guests. It is paramount to keep them happy, no matter the cost. Well... within reason. The red head paused raising her eyebrows a little.
"If a situation that concerns you should arise, please feel free to address the issue with either myself or Dimitri. We will do our best to rectify rarities and maintain order."

Azura circled the room continuing to speak. As she walked closer to Jack, she noticed that the rebel was STILL on his damn phone. Without missing a beat, she snatched the phone away from the boy and pocketed it. Making sure to cast a smirk in his direction before turning her heel and continuing on with her strut.
"Occasionally, we will host parties. Some with themes which we will need costumes for." She stated smiling in Anchors direction. As she returned to the front of the room she stopped walking and simply stood beside the vice president.
"I suppose we should continue the meeting by deciding on what our opening theme should be, giving specific members responsibilities in preparing for our guests, and finally, addressing what we should do to advertise the Club's return. Afterwards, I think it would be wise for all of us to stick around and get to know one another a little better. After business is carried out of course."

With a wink and a grin she ended her speech by tapping Dimitri on the shoulder.
"Is there anything you wanted to add Mr. VP?"

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

Hello everyone,
Sorry I was in the woods the past few days with no signal. Once I catch up on my reading, I will post :)

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Ramona Herrman

The next few moments happened rather quickly. Making the events that transpired seem like a blur.
After having sat down and making herself comfortable... well as comfortable as she could be in unfamiliar territories, the red head was stunned with the vast diversity among the students around her.

The girl with electric blue hair spoke first. She seemed to have a casual yet carefree attitude. However, at the same time she still maintained a regal appearance.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Seyrun Riviathan, of Nordland," She spoke as she turned to face her.
"And this is Miss Sina Segert. We were just getting personally acquainted right now, so it's a pleasure to have you join us.

Ray's left eyebrow rose at the mention of Miss Riviathan's name. As memory serves, Seyrun would be the individual with whom she would be sharing a room. The thoughts having been dismissed once her peers began speaking again.

It was then that the first girl that invited Ramona to the table took the moment to introduce herself.
“And I’m Princess Nadalena Kofenstein of the Espenovan Commonwealth, eldest daughter of King Nikolas the VI and Queen Franziska.”
An impressive title to say the least.

The warrior smiled at the trio sitting around the table. She continued to eat her salad slowly, until she suddenly realized that they were waiting for her to introduce herself as well. The others had stated their name, place of origin, and family title. An inconvenience when it comes to Ramona's attempt to hide her background. Normally, she would have proudly announced that she was Ramona Herrman, Master swordswoman of the Knights Order, Germanian chapter. Daughter of the notorious Sir Alexandar Herrman.

But of coarse in this instance, she hesitated. For obvious personal reasons.
"It's nice to meet you all." She began, slowly formulating an introduction that was both proper and vague.
"My name is Ramona..."

It seemed that luck was on the red head's side as Seyrun stood up, interrupting her reverie. She waved in an attempt to get the attention of another stranger who had walked into the dining hall.
"I hope that none of you mind having more company for lunch. It seems like our numbers are about to raise,"
She spoke before cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting; "Miss Fitzregald, we have some more free seats over here, if you don't yet have company,"

Ray sagged back into her chair with the relief of not having to reveal her true identity. At an attempt to move the conversation forward, just in case the others wanted to ask such questions, the swoardswoman noticed a blonde beauty sitting by herself near the corner of the dining hall. Her attention was focused on the Academy Newspaper, an icy exterior seemed to radiate off of her.

"Who is that?" Ramona asked the gothic noble while pointing her fork towards Maya.

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Hello everyone!
Sorry, I have been in the woods the past few days without any signal.
I will read and once I have caught up, I will post my response.

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

Hey sorry guys!
I have been in the woods the past couple of days with no signal.
:)

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

Azura Lunarie

Azura's Apartment/Fire It Up!

@Saarebas@Pilatus[@IndyCooper]

Azura's Apartment Building: 8:30pm

It was evening in Shine City.
Earlier in the day Azura had left Cornerstone Bar after enjoying a tasty meal Rowen had prepared for her. It was eerie how the bartender seemed to know what dish the brunette had been craving at the time. Paired with a glass of orange juice, she prepared a veggie omelette complete with whole wheat toast. Zu-Zu hadn't even needed to pay for the meal due to the fact that Rowen had given it to her as a way of apology. After all, Zura had been there waiting on some information from the owner of the bar pertaining to the matter of her possible employment. After turning in her application, Rowen had asked her to take a seat as she waited on customers. Unfortunately, the establishment had gotten pretty busy in a matter of minutes which took all of the bartenders attention. And rightfully so.

Azura had accepted the meal with a promise of Rowen getting in touch with her about the position later. However, before Zu-Zu could ask if the bartender had her contact information, the busy employee turned her heal and resumed her responsibilities. After a moment Zura shrugged, assuming that Rowen would just look at the application she had submitted earlier for her phone number.

So she sat there, eating probably the greatest omelette on the face of the planet, and made small talk with the man next to her. His name was Joel, and he had a pretty sarcastic sense of humor. However, once Azura had finished her meal, she said her goodbyes and headed back to her apartment down the street. Reason being, that during her conversation with Joel, inspiration had struck. Her muse had begun whispering fantastic ideas on possible projects in the brunettes ear making it so that she left immediately, almost in a hypnotic-like state.

After almost half the day, her efforts resulted in what was four sketches having been completed and pinned onto her cork-board of artwork ideas. A board which had been pinned onto her wall above the desk in the living room right next to the window. She also created two acrylic paintings. One of which was finished. An abstract displaying warring emotions between light and dark. the background shifted from hues of bright lavender all the way down to a more mutable plumb. while violent black streaks had spread randomly across the surface. In contrast, were white, enchanting swirls ending in flecks of gold.

Her second painting however, was a work in progress. It was not abstract but instead a portrait. She did not know who the subject of the portrait was however, The person remained faceless. Only the background and basic anatomy being present. Before she could continue, the poor girl had hit a brick wall. Her muse having abandoned her, leaving to provide inspiration to yet another aspiring artist.

It was as if Azura was in a trance since the moment she had left the bar. When she came to it was then that she noticed that she was still in the faded hoodie that Rowen had lent her. A rumble sounded from Azura's stomach causing her to realize she had not eaten for approximately eight hours.
After washing her brushes and putting her supplies away, Zura had hopped in and out of the shower in an attempt to clean off the paint that made its way onto her skin. She began to get ready for yet another outing in Shine City.
Earlier that day, she noticed a flier for a place that was also within the city. It was called Fire It Up! and had displayed images of mouth watering cuisine.

Before leaving, she checked her appearance in her bathroom mirror once more, smiling with satisfaction. Paired with her torn blue jeans was a faded grey Metallica T-Shirt and her usual converse high tops. Her hair was down and this time styled to the standard messy-rocker look of imperfection. Her long black waves held slight volume with her bangs parted to the left side. Having always preferred the natural look, the only makeup she wore was heavy black eyeliner and mascara. Unless you counted her usual chapstique which shone slightly on her plump lips.

As she got ready she made sure to call and schedule a cab to come pick her up. Unfortunately, her budget that had allowed her to move to Shine City did not include buying a car. She just barely had enough in her savings to get her through a few weeks, at least until she could find employment elsewhere. The cab driver pulled up to the curb where Azura had been standing. She got into the car and gave the driver the destination address.

In a matter of minutes, they had arrived at the restaurant. The drive had been a hell of a lot faster than if she would have walked the ten miles over. After paying the driver she exited the car and began walking up to the building. Azura was thankful she had brought along her black leather jacket due to the chilly late night air. She put in on without a moments hesitation and entered the eatery.
The place was packed. Not to maximum capacity but enough to take notice. The chatter among the sea of people was a little overwhelming for Azura and it took her a moment to get used to all the noise. She noticed the modern, yet comforting decor and was immediately impressed. It was then that she noticed the seating. There were booths and tables alike, most filled with customers already.

The only other option was the bar counter which sat in the center of the dining hall. After all, the artist had not wanted to seem pathetic in dining at a table all by herself. She approached the counter and immediately noticed the man whom she had spoken to earlier at Cornerstone. A slow grin spread across her face as she took a seat next to him.

"Shorts again?" She chuckled as she made herself comfortable by leaning on the countertop and perusing the menu.
"Someone needs to call the fashion police." It was then that she looked up and noticed an extremely tall, well built individual speaking to Joel across the counter.
Azura's supernatural instinct kicked in, noting that the man radiated a purple aura. Meaning, that he had an extremely positive attitude, and was friendly person. Instantly, Azura liked him. Anyone who had wanted to spread good nature was okay with her.
"My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt your conversation."

She gave the two men their privacy by resuming her attention onto the menu, noting that most of the dishes contained meat. It was usual for Azura to constantly be at war with herself. Always stuck between at least two choices, in this instance, whether to get the steak or a cheeseburger with home fries. Her eyebrows narrowed with frustration as she decided to take a look at the virgin beverages as she continued to think it over.

Room Number 405

@Shadow Daedalus
No it's fine really. :)
The horrible situation was hard at first... But I've learned to accept the reality.
And I think it resulted in me becoming a better person... But then again, don't most traumatic events?

Room Number 405

**ATTENTION EVERYONE**

I will be posting the first In Character thread as soon as possible.
This RP is near and dear to me, so I will do my best to write it soon.
However, I do have plans since it is Labor Day weekend and all :/

Room Number 405

@Shadow Daedalus
Absolutely accepted. Please post your CS in the Character tab...
This is probably one of my favorite character so far.
He reminds me so much of an old friend of mine whom had took his own life...
His name was James as well. We knew each other since the age of five. :/
I almost cried reading the CS... lol