<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Puppet%20Master/a20b75106403cdd934a46354424792474ddfe32a_zps720bd2ec.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/>Tora Rozkov<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/>None/Open. Mentioned: Sophia, Jake, Angelo and Dean<br/><hr/><br/>Tora had arrived early within the morning, transitioning from a private flight to even a van ride to the rest of the destination. He had his fair share of sleep along the way and had found himself woken at the arrival of the Hotel just before six in the morning. Of course, he was still a bit groggy from the short nap he had obtained.<br/><br/>He wasn’t alone, a dark haired girl with crimson eyes had departed from the van with him, although the female appeared mostly human, she was far from the equivalent of such. The clothing she adorned shrouded the sockets for additional artificial parts, items that Tora had brought along on the journey. They were shrouded in the large metallic box, the object alone enough to draw plenty of attention from its humanoid height and width. Some may even mistake it for a coffin and others may wonder how such an object was being carried around, by the girl no less that accompanied him. Tora and the female paid no mind to the residents of the hotel, even less when they ascended the flight of stairs to their room after checking in with reservations.<br/><br/>They made themselves at home, Tora setting his belongings to the side, the duo ever so silent, a single bedroom not even bothering them in the slightest. He went through his briefcase, preparing a change of clothes and also setting his alarm clock to wake him before eight in the morning. His body thumping itself upon the bed in exhaustion, relishing the short nap he would achieve before the time came to awaken.<br/><br/>After the alarm sounded, he went ahead to call for room service, ordering a small meal, before going about his daily routine; showering, brushing his teeth, and further grooming himself and maintaining his proper hygiene. He strutted out of the bathroom area bare, unconcerned of his artificial companion that may be watching him as he properly dressed himself into something bit more formal wear. It wasn’t a suit, but it was dark dress clothes, a white collar shirt laid beneath his opened ebony one. He adjusted his tie and soon slipped his headphones over around his neck, pocketing his ipod. Just in time the door ranged and he answered it, tipping the individual and eating his fill.<br/><br/>When he was done, he glanced to the clock, seeing it already half till nine; deciding to dabble no longer he took his leave, instructing his companion to remain behind.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He descended by the elevator, at least it was the safest and quickest route, soon arriving in the reserved lobby where the meeting was to take place. His yellow hued eyes glancing over the few ones that were gathered and the others that were sitting at a table. His gaze literally looking down at them, a habit he had with almost everyone he may encounter, a haughty attitude some may even call it. His glance parting from where Sophia and Jake sat, not even batting them a nod or any gesture of proper greeting. He didn’t even entertain the thought of joining them, moving through the room and glancing at the other empty seats, but never taking one for himself.<br/><br/>Instead, he moved to a nearby wall and leaned against it, his arms raising, dark sleeves lowering a bit to expose his wrists as he lifted them and gripped his headphones. It was still going to be awhile, he could tell, not everyone was here and more importantly the meeting had yet to start. With this obviously presented, he saw no need to entertain himself with idle chatter or banter with the others here. The silver headphones soon covering his ears to drown out the noise, one hand dropping into his pocket to turn his ipod on, the volume was of a low, enough to drown out the sounds within the room presently.<br/><br/>Quietly he bided his time, waiting patiently for things to begin. He was sure everyone had their reasoning of being here, but his was strictly business and he saw no point in indulging his time with those presently here anymore than he may necessary have to. The music was more soothing than any of their chatter could possibly be.