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[spoiler]All roleplay sub threads (unless stated otherwise) are open to any and all response, please feel free to reply to anyone, not just myself! :)[/spoiler]
WELCOME to Revans Roleplay Incorporated
Ebon Hawk Hotel
Need a room ?
Maybe a drink, we can help.
1st Floor-
Reception, Lobby, Diner and Bar,
Backdeck, pool access
Basement- Classified
2nd -4th floors
Room run by floor number and letter
Ex, 2A, 3K
5th floor
Employee rooms
Backyard-
Arena, Racetrack, Hanger bay and pool
Bar-
Drinks Jokes and Fights, what else do you need
Racetrack-
Hop on a swoop bike and jockey for first place
Arena-
Step into the ring, first to go down for the 10 count loses
Pool-
Loung in our cool swimming pool or soak in the hot tub
Hanger bay-
Park your starship or any vehicle for the duration of your stay, or even maintence
And as always, thank you for roleplaying-[i]Revan[/i]
[spoiler]Grand re opening date 10/15/15[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Current Version 2.0.0[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Current Positions filled
Owner-TemplarRevan
CEO-UndeadNoble
DJ-Wombyrocks
Bounty Hunter- Kent the Mad
Owners assistant- Sinister JT
Front End Security- Xyrstrlia
Bartender-Frankenpants
Head chef- Mrminer12345
Bartender- TheFallenDemon
Hanger Security Jat05
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[spoiler]Avaliable positions
-Manager
-Headchef
-Bartender
-Poolboy
-Doorman
-Bartender
-BellHop
Spaceship mechanic
Security Staff
Comedian
Hotel Band
Gladiator
Arena Keeper
Pit Jockys
Race Runners[/spoiler]
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*wicka wicky wocka*
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*logan wanders in* it's been along time...a lot has changed....
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Edited by CaptainMandalore: 10/12/2015 12:38:07 PMI'd like a room please
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<.< >.> BUMP
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Goes to the Arena *in a voice audible to the whole arena I exclaim* "IM LOOKING FOR A PERSON CALLED JUDGE"
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*I walk in. The bar goes quiet. I slowly walk over to the bar. I slide over it and Pop a bottle of beer* WHOS THIRSTY?!
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JT walks to the bar
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Can I be security please :)
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Ill be the head chef. Be warned my sausages can be a little on the dark side.
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Bartender ?
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I'd like to be manager
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Edited by The 5th One: 10/11/2015 6:11:14 AMId like to be employed as a gladiator
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[spoiler]Revan is going to sleep[/spoiler] [spoiler]wilp be AFK[/spoiler]
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JT walks into room 5-A, puts his sniper against the bed, and lies down, thinking about things ((Open))
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*practices mixing* (wicky wocka)
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[i]A figure in black, a cloak drawn over his head enters. Two eerily blue eyes light up his mask, the contrasting black and white visible. On his back, his rifle, sword, and shotgun are all holstered. At his hips, a magnum and a Bowie knife are sheathed. Bandoliers cross his waist and chest, and on his left shoulder, is the insignia of a blood-red cobra.[/i]
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Edited by Flamyng, Singer of Flames: 10/11/2015 3:29:35 AM*a woman in some armor walks in with a heavy blaster* I'm here for security
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[b]Kent walks up to the doors, he shifts a coin in between his fingers. He stares at the large building.[/b] "I've never seen this place before..."
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[b]A Thunderhawk bearing the Sigil of the Imperium's Deathwatch closes in on the Hotel, requesting permission to dock.[/b]
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Hey can I be a bartender?
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[spoiler]can I have dibs on chief of security?[/spoiler]
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Edited by ComradeCat: 10/11/2015 3:05:09 AM*a man in a very slick black uniform walks to the doors and knocks* "Imperial inspector ID F-207, I'm here to make sure you have the right permits and that your patrons are following Galactic Empire Law."
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[b]Headshot comes to the door and knocks, seeing if he can get in.[/b] [spoiler]First time being here lol.[/spoiler]
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A man in a brown duster and cowboy hat stands in front of the building, flipping a coin
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[i]A letter sits on Revans desk with an official seal, it is propped up by a lightsaber lying on its side. A cold feeling surrounds the note, an even colder one around the room. [/i]
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[i]Me and another man approach the doors, and sit outside, waiting for it to open. A Bolt-Action rifle on my back and a Revolver at my side. The other man a strange-looking rifle and at his own side a Semi-Automatic handgun. I sit there, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, taking a long draft, then blowing the smoke out in rings. [/i]