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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 1:34 am
The Aeris Building
In the northernmost corner of Dark haven is a fair sized property with a well-kept, but bare lawn. In its center sits a tall, elegant building reminiscent of old world architecture. It stands at five stories tall with massive windows and thick wooden doors. The stone finish adds an authority to the impressive structure. At its side is a newly paved parking lot, usually half-filled with vehicles of different sorts.
Welcome to the Aeris Building, the business center of Dark Haven.
1st Floor- On the First floor is the information center and general lobby of the Aeris. There are several small offices, most of which are comprimised of dentists and other small medical practices. The marble floors and woodpanneled walls were designed to give the observer a sense of grandeur and authority. They were designed well. Directly in the center, in the far wall are a set of elevators. The stairs are somewhere to the right
2nd Floor- The Second Floor consists of a Salon, Boutique and Spa, always convienent for that tired traveler who's only dropping in for a night or two and needs to relax. The decor is geared for comfort with plush fabrics and soothing, warm colors.
3rd Floor- The Third Floor is for all intensive purposes a banquet hall that can be rented out for many different festivities and occaisions.
4th Floor- The Fourth Floor is an empty space, ready to be rented by anyone for whatever purpose, be it living quarters (though that's somewhat impractical) or a business or what have you.
5th Floor- The Fifth Floor is perhaps the most important. It contains the bank of Dark Haven. The main Vault is deep within the basement but the bank itself operates up here under the careful eyes of Mr. Jonas McKrea, bank owner and manager. All major transactions, money issues and conversion of currency is handled here.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 1:42 am
1st FloorNolah swallowed an inward sigh of relief as she stepped out of the elements and into the pleasantly air-conditioned lobby of Aeris. Though she'd been in town for several days already she had yet to venture into the big building. Her audition was going to be on the fifth floor, she knew that already, as her keen eyes scanned her surroundings. There was a list by the front desk, posting the floors and their respective businesses. She noted that here, on the first floor was a scattering of medical practices and with interest that the second floor held a boutique, spa and salon. Perfect. She was in need and made a mental note to make an appointment as soon as possible. Most definately before the gig-if she got it that was.
After a quick check in the reflective surface of the elevator doors, satisfied that she was presentable, Nolah pressed the upwards button with one of her nails and waited, humming softly under her breath.
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 12:55 pm
Fifth Floor-McKrea BankWhen the doors finally opened on the fifth floor Nolah was somewhat caught off-guard. She had expected it to be the usual modern, bland setting of business that she had become accustomed to. This place reminded her suddenly of home and she felt a sadness tug annoyingly at her senses.
The walls were panneled in rich wood with distinct, yet somehow exotic patterns bordering. The carvings along the edges of each panel was detailed, perhaps by hand and many thick, dareshethink, lucious plants lined the walls and fills lonely corners. The furniture in the waiting area was bold, with regal fabric and a timeless design, while the receptionists desk appeared to be made of stone. What one earth was this place? It certainly didn't look like a bank. There was no row of tellers, no bank machines...Just this palatial room and it's sole occupant behind the desk of stone.
Clutching her shoulder bag she stepped forwards, all of sudden very self-concious. She could hear the muffled sound of a camera following her movement as she made her way across the marble tiled floors towards the woman seated behind the massive desk. The name plate read 'Miss Hatley'. Nolah cleared her throat.
"Hullo." She tried cheerfully. "I've been told to come and see and Mr. McKrea about a job."
"Are you the dancer?" The woman asked without emotion. She stared at Nolah over-top of her glasses as though impatient.
"Yes, I am."
"Good, take a seat." The secretary's mouth curved up into an indulgent smile and Nolah found herself already heading towards the comfort of the chairs before the sentence had been finished. There was something about this place...
"Miss...you can go in now." Miss Hatley's voice was one of an office worker, crisp and efficient. " His office is the main door at the end of the hall."
"Thank you." Nolah held her head high, trying to instill some of her lineage as she passed through the double doors into a spacious, arched corridor. The walls were glass, with plush looking curtains to hide the offices within but she took little notice as she made her way towards the oaken door at the end of the hall.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:20 pm
Having many errands she needed to have done, she sent her shadow to town.
First order of business, she needed to renew her license for upholding the Moonbit. The Shadow-Shi entered the large lobby, and looked around for the front desk. Upon seeing it, the shadow moved towards it, and spoke with the woman behind the counter. After money changed hands and papaers were signed, the shadow pocketed the new license.
She went up to the bank on the 5th floor and made a deposit. Now there was a room to be leased. Shi needed a large room to use for her art gallery she'd been planning on starting. With the new guests to the Moonbit, she'd earned enough to finally start it. Shadow-Shi talk with the man for a little short of an hour, and..]]]
((t.b.c. momentarily.))
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 1:31 am
Fifth FloorMr. McKrea proved to be a most agreeable man and Nolah felt her tension melting away as they chatted cordially before getting down to business. There was something almost...familiar about him.
"So, Tank tells me you're an exotic dancer, but not in the sense most would think."
"I'm not a stripper Sir if that is what you are referring to." Nolah replied, folding her hands comfortably in her lap. He raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, well you appear to be a most exotic being." Unsure how to take the comment Nolah just smiled, her tension slowly returning. "Well, I hope you understand that you'll be dancing for me today, I can't just hire you because you're pretty."
"Of course not, that would show a distinct lack of common sense." She fitted a smile to her lips and rose from her seat. "I assumed you had some kind of music player-"
"Yes, I have a cd player in the corner." Nolah thanked him, removed a cd from her bag and quickly put it in as she unfastened her cloak. After a quick change in Mr. McKrea's person bathroom Nolah emerged in her costume.
If there was a word to describe it, it would be exotic. Tank had not been far off. The silk was embroidered in patterns and beads with an eastern flair, the cut of the garment was sultry and exposed but at the same time, left something to the imagination. Nolah had three such costumes, in different styles and color-This one was the most worn and had been aptly chosen as the official 'audition' costume.
A space had been cleared in the center of the room and as the music -a curious blend of string music, percussion and wordless vocal- began Nolah moved with it, instantly apart of it. Basic acrobatics mixed with feline grace and agility and an almost serpentine sway. The bangles and jewelry glinted in the office light, her dark hair falling in silken curtains about her as she twisted, dipped and moved in a most sensual manner. It finished with a backflip and the jangling of metal. She landed in a crouch, one knee forward, both hands planted on the ground and with her head back. She waited.
"Perfect, you're hired. My colleagues will be most impressed." She collected herself from the floor, cheeks flushed as he surveyed her with a pleased smile. He let her settle back into the chair across from his desk before continuing. "I'm sure you're eager to get to the payment." A fee was set, and though it was a sight less than Nolah had anticipated with the added tips she would make a decent amount. It was to be in three night, in the third floor banquet hall. After times were negotiated, she thanked her host and hastily departed, heart set on a long, warm bath.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 3:01 pm
Having many errands she needed to have done, she sent her shadow to town.
First order of business, she needed to renew her license for upholding the Moonbit. The Shadow-Shi entered the large lobby, and looked around for the front desk. Upon seeing it, the shadow moved towards it, and spoke with the woman behind the counter. After money changed hands and papaers were signed, the shadow pocketed the new license.
She went up to the bank on the 5th floor and made a deposit. Now there was a room to be leased. Shi needed a large room to use for her art gallery she'd been planning on starting. With the new guests to the Moonbit, she'd earned enough to finally start it. Shadow-Shi talk with the man for a little short of an hour, and left his office, having aquired the use of the largest room on the east side of the bulding's fourth floor. She rode the elevator back downstairs to the first floor, and strolled back through the lobby, out the door, and back to the Inn.
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 11:06 am
Fifth Floor, Mr. McKrea's office
Mr. McKrea fiddled with a pen on his desk, mind obviously turning. He thought back to the previous night with a bit of regret. He'd forced his hand to early, tried too hard. It had been a while since he'd had a mistress and the girl seemed to be perfect. He'd just let his desire get a hold of him. That damned boy who flew off with her saw him however and he cursed under his breath before reaching for the intercom.
"Mrs. Hatley? I'd like an order placed please, from the florists...have this message on the card..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 7:34 am
Christophe strolled into the Aeris Building, trying to appear casual, like he was simply looking around. He paused by the information center, and glanced at what the different floors offered. He paused when he got to the 5th floor. "So, he's in charge of the bank. I wonder how Nolah got mixed up with someone like that? He seems pretty high up in the world. This is a mystery."
Leaning on the counter, studying the information, he glanced up, and saw Mr. McKrea getting in the elevator with a large man in a low hat. The man was leaving, but before they switched places, the man in the dark hat passed Mr. McKrea an envelope, which was quickly hidden in McKrea's pockets. The elevator doors started to close, until McKrea saw Christophe standing at the booth watching him. He gave a yell and the man in the hat started striding toward Christophe.
Deciding now was a good time to leave, Christophe bolted for the door. When the man in the hat came out, he saw no one on the street.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 11:33 am
Fifth Floor, Mr. McKrea's Office
Mr. McKrea carefully placed the papers back in the envelope. Then he sat with his chin in his hand for a moment, thinking of the best way to proceed. He obviously had to follow orders, but doing so might place his mistress in jeopardy. Or it might tip her off, and questions were never the sort of thing one wanted to deal with.
Mr. McKrea rose and walked to his window, overlooking Dark Haven after pushing the button for his assistant. "Yes sir?" the man said, entering and standing at attention, ready to do whatever his boss desired. "What is the news on our mysterious gentleman? Was Portley ever able to locate him?"
The young man grew more nervous. "No sir. Portley never found him, and he checked in every possible place." "I see," Mr. McKrea answered slowly. Then he walked to his desk and wrote something on a piece of paper before sealing it and handing it to the young man. "See that Portly gets this."
"Yes sir," the man replied, prepared to make a quick exit. "Also," McKrea continued when the boy turned from the door handle. "Make sure the next news you have to give me is good news."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 9:17 pm
The Third Floor
The room was shaping up quickly. The neutral shaded walls were covered with a deep burgundy fabric that hung around the entire room, giving a cozy, tented feel. The hardwood floors were gleaming, polished to perfection. The tables were set about the room in a casual feel, all arranged around one thing. A stage...well more of a platform really. It rose a foot off of the floor with steps leading up on all four sides. The surface was parquet tiles and soft lighting shone down. Amongst all of the preparations, Mr. McKrea stood, watching, ordering and generally supervising. The table clothes and table settings would be put up the next day, a few hours prior to the party. All in all it was shaping up to have an exotic yet masculine appeal.
His assisstant had let him know that Nolah would be arriving at some point in the afternoon, with Tank, the bartender. He had been irked at first about the extra arrival but was quickly calmed. He wondered how she liked the present. It had taken a lot work (for those who worked under him) to find the damned thing. He would request that she wear it the next night for her dancing.
Content with the way things were looking he seated himself at the closest table and lit a cigar.
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 12:25 pm
The Third FloorOnce inside the building Nolah headed straight for the elevators and punched in the button embossed with an intricate '3'. She felt the small rush in her stomach that always accompanied an ascent and waited, tense for the small screen to display her destination. When it chimed and a red three appeared in digital dots across the black surface she took a breath and stepped out through the sliding doors.
A soft gasp emitted from her lips. The room looked completely different...completely different and somehow familiar at teh same time. The tables...the chairs...especially the fabric. She wasn't sure if it was the patterns of perhaps the curves of the furniture but she felt suddenly at home, or as though she were having a bad case of deja-vu. "Oh gods..." She whispered, glancing around.
"Nolah dear, you made it." A voice spoke to her left. She swallowed hard, plastered a smile to her face and turned to face Mr. McKrea.
"Of course. I said I'd be here." She replied as politely as possible. He was positively beaming at her and she shrunk under the gaze. There was something else behind his pale eyes. It made her nervous.
" I didn't doubt you." He said, grin still in place. " I hope you got my gift today."
"Oh, yes I did. It was beautiful."
"Good. I knew you'd like it..." Nolah opened her mouth to question the gift but Mr.McKrea had already taken her by the arm and was leading her aroundthe room, pointing out the various decorations and commenting on how much work was being done. Finally they came to a stop before a small stage. "This, my dea, is where you'll be dancing."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 10:22 am
Third FloorNolah stared at the shining wood surface for a moment. She tried blinking, and then stared hard at the stage again. It was exactly like a platform she'd seen in the couryard-apart from the simple fact that this was made of wood instead of stone.
"Do you like it?" Mr. McKrea was suddenly close to her ear. She shuddered involuntarily and quickly stepped forwards with the impression of getting a better look. She could feel her hair stand on end, and knew that he had moved forwards with her.
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 7:47 am
Third FloorA hand rested on the small of her back and quickly, she straightened up. " Mr. McKrea-"
"Call me Jonas." He silkily, cutting her off. Nolah frowned.
" Mr. McKrea." She said firmly. "Please remove your hand." She waited a moment but still could feel the pressure through her t-shirt. If anything, his fingers had pushed further against her skin. " This is stepping above and beyond appropriateness. You're making me feel uncomfortable." It was as she finished this last sentence that she realized all the workers who had been moving about at her arrival were no longer in the room. Fear prickled along her spine.
" Nolah, you're much too uptight." Mr.Mckrea pronounced although his hand did leave her. She swallowed and turned to face him, only to come mere millimeters from his nose. She took a step back, unfortunately it was into the stage and she felt her legs coming out from under her. Even her dancer's reflexes couldn't prevent the fall.
With a sharp thud and a hint of a cracking sound, her body connected with the wooden surface, head bouncing slightly. Stars crossed her vision and she struggled to lay her hands on something-anything to gain purchase to push herself up.
"Oh dear!" Mr. McKrea's voice sounded far off and slightly concerned. Blinking past the aching behind her eyes she tried to sit up. Dizziness descended however and she sank back onto the wooden surface, squeezing her eyes shut and breathing deeply. A pair of strong hands were gripping her waist and pulling her forward before moving to her back and beneath her knees. She struggled at first, insisting she could stand on her own, but every movement made her woozy.
"So like your mother..." What? Her eyes snapped open and she realized she was halfway across the room, settled in Mr.McKrea's arms.
"Put me down." She said weakly. He shook his head.
"Edana was so headstrong. You are your mother's daughter." Softness as she was set down on a couch of some sort. Her mother? How...She blinked up at him, caught off-guard by the whistfulness of his expression. "Drink this, it will make you feel better."
"No, I'm fine. Let me up." She tried to sit once more but was pushed back forcefully. A glass caught the corner of her vision and she shook her head, despite the pain.
"First you want me to put you down, and now you want up? I think you've given your head quite a knock." Mr. McKrea's face loomed over her and she shook her head, pushing at his chest. Suddenly a pair of strong hands gripped her arms and pulled her down so that she couldn't move. The glass she'd seen seconds earlier was in Mr.McKrea's hand and she clamped her mouth shut. His free hand came over her nose and pressed down. She held her breath until her lungs threatened explode at which point she gasped for air, coughing at the same time. The cup was tipped over her lips and a bitter liquid spilled into her mouth. She sputtered and coughed, spitting out as much as she could but reflexes made her swallow. After that everything seemed to slow. She could hear voices as though at a distance, heard the name 'Portly' and the rustlings of movement. A pleasant warm, fuzzy feeling was envelopping her and she let her eyelids slide closed. They were so heavy...that was her last memory.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 10:05 am
Third Floor- A Back Room
Mr. McKrea watched the unconcious figure curled up almost protectively on the velour day bed. He'd had it carried in earlier, knowing that it would be used. She was still dressed in her pajamas and he couldn't resist reaching down to caress her cheek. His fingers lingered on the dark stripes she sported on either side of her face. Three unlike Edana's four.
There had been some fright at first. Her breathing had been erradic even after loss of conciousness but now she seemed to be comfortable enough. Her long, dark hair had become untied and was splayed about the silken pillow upon which her head rested. There was no doubt she'd feel ill when she woke. His physician had made sure that she didn't suffer from any form of concussion so he'd had her brought back, laid down and set under an embroidered silk coverlet. Miss Hatley was already on her way to the inn with a letter that detailed her needing to fetch Nolah's things, yes. Everything was working out perfectly.
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Nolah de Fanel Vice Captain
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