North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

doing the best things so conservatively; eve


Posted on April 14, 2017 by lukas beck
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don't think twice, it's alright


He had, perhaps, been over-eager.

There was no other excuse for being half an hour early for this first day of work, but he still couldn't quite believe it was true. Maybe rushing through his shower and shave and catching a bus to the Renaissance well ahead of schedule was because he was afraid it was just a dream and if he got there a minute late it would all be gone in a puff of smoke.

Right. Only in Lukas's fairy tales did he work as the night clerk at a hotel.

But what a hotel it is, he thinks as he sits in the lobby, sipping a cappuccino from the cafe down the hall. He'd only stayed in one so grand and posh once, with his parents when he was still a pre-teen; after that, the Holiday Inn had been about the best he could do, and he'd spent his fair share of time in worse.

This was a palace, comparatively - and he would have the keys.

The dayside manager had been a little harried with the other business of opening and had told him to wait until she was free before she could begin to train him in his duties. He'd already seen the pool, the spa, the gym - now he was only waiting, sitting on a plush couch, trying to keep from jangling his foot in a nervous rhythm.

Word was a noblewoman owned the hotel, and he certainly would believe it, given the space itself and the clientele he already saw passing through. All their shoes were so damn shiny. He darts a glance at his own scuffed wingtip boots. He'd scrounged them from the depths of his moving-boxes, along with his one worn blazer. By any other standards in his life, he looked pretty smart. Here...

Well. He could update his wardrobe once his first paycheck came in.

Another glance at his phone tells him he's still got fifteen minutes to go, and he stands again, scrubbing a hand through his hair before setting off across the lobby toward the bathroom. He't too jittery to pay much attention, and it costs him when a commotion at the front desk makes him half turn - and bump into somebody. He fumbles to recover his coffee, steadying it before it can spatter down the woman's front and thanking god it has a lid, and glances up with an apology at the ready to find himself looking into the greenest eyes he's ever seen.

"Er," he manages, momentarily thrown off-kilter. He rights himself quickly and flashes an easy grin. "Sorry about that. Gorgeous building. Distractingly so, even." Luckily for all involved, he is not so bold as to wink.

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