<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Visitors. Visitors.<br/>
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The tiny crow on her shoulder chirped with each key that was given out from the lobby. It's beak opened and a small puff of smoke appeared, numbers of rooms steaming out in pink and purple smoke. Sometimes it was green and blue. Other things red and black. The maid coughed and blew at the bird on her shoulder. "Will you stop that. I really don't get any rest here do I!?" She about shrieked, her long tail flicking with annoyance, hears flattening against her black hair. The neko was pretty much stuck in the hotel. When she was living...her nose scrunched. She liked to believe she was still alive, she walked, she talked, she moved around, ate and did other things...she grinned to herself, pointed fangs pressing on her pink lips as she let her shoe come down on a separated puff of dust. "Your time is over." She said grinding the toe of her shoe into the velvet carpet. When she pulled it back there was a black mark on the carpet that set her eyes wide.<br/>
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"Shit."<br/>
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In any case. She was stuck here. When she was alive she worked here and let's just say those that stay here aren't always nice. "How many years now?" She mumbled and the bird chirped a numeral five into the air. "Ah. Yes. Five years stuck with your inconsiderateness on my shoulder." Bending over she stared at the soot spot that stained the carpet, the end of her skirt brushing the backs of her thighs, showing off smooth skin as her tail flicked. Her attention was moving, up ahead along the hallway the soots were leaving trails, making her clean hallway a disaster. "Do something!" She waved the bird off her shoulder and the black crow went hawk mode and was soaring after what remained, red smoke trails shooting out and steaming those soots into dust that didn't move.<br/>
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With more composure in herself than she had in the last few moments, the women turned with a slow spin, dress flaring even more scandalously as she opened a closet and pulled out a few bags. She hung them upon the doors that had current residence in them. Inside they would find a small handbook of hours that probably wouldn't be the best for running around. When to expect any sort of food and when the drinks in the lobby would be changed with something different. She also added her card into all the bags. A black slick card with red trim. It had her extension on it with a little skull next to it. `<br/>
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-No calls at 3AM<br/>
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That was her only issue. She reached into the pocket of her apron, pulled out mints that seemed to always stay filled and added them in as well. Because who doesn't love a few mints on their nightly stays? <br/>
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"One for you...." She said as she hung it on the door, nails lightly scratched the wood before she was on to the next...and so on~ </span>