Z&B's Bed and Breakfast


If it was not for the vibrant pink sign blinking “Z&B’s Bed and Breakfast.” one might have driven by the large dark house set back from the road and surrounded by old large pines and weeping willows. The house itself looked even older then the towering trees, it’ paint chipped and worn, windows cracked and grayed. To some it was eerie expelling a sense of creeps Ville but to other, desperate tired and weary travelers it was an oasis in the desert. They noticed not the exterior but the promise of a room with a bed and warm food to fulfill there empty belly’s wishes. Once inside they would notice that despite the lackluster outside, the interior was clean, bright and cheery much to the displeasure of one of the owners; Zoey. Zoey was a particular girl, with particular tastes, and this particular Bed and Breakfast didn't exactly match her taste in the looks department. Maybe it was all the bright colors, the shining light fixtures, mirrors, pictures dotted along the walls of serene places, and happy little knick knacks. It seemed to wash her out even more than she truly was... And who the hell liked that many things of pink... The sign out there was even pink. Despite the happy tones, it was still well taken care of on the inside. The wooden floor would shine, showing off a clean polish, yet creaked once in a while when walking. Parts were covered in intricate designed rugs that lined along hallways, cleaned to perfection like everything else. Things had to be maintained, though Zoey tried to hide random items of pink to the annoyance of the other owner; Belliss. Perky, loud and excessively happy where all accrete adjectives to describe the bubbly girl called Belliss. It was easy for a person to become exhausted just watching her move about, cleaning and pulling the items out of the hiding spots to replace them to there former resting place. It was even easier for one to want to turn and scream, covering there ears from the nonstop flow of her sing song voice, yapping on and on about things of no matter. Zoey seemed to be around at just the right moment to save the tortured soul right before they cracked and went insane. Most would learn to love Belliss, her charming demeanor overriding her annoying personality traits. Not to mention Belliss did the cooking, and who wants to hurt the feelings of the person who makes your food? Not a very wise person. Aside from the Pepto-Bismol colored décor there was an abundance of antique furniture, the hidden side of Belliss longed for these items. She liked old things, and liked making up stories about each and every item. If someone was unwise enough to ask her about a piece, they would be standing there for a good hour, listening its made up history as if it was a well known fact. It was almost a strange thing to think about, once one noticed. Inside is where life flourished in colors and interesting stories, also inside was an excited and enthusiastic owner who blended right in. Outside was a, dingy, dying, empty and lifeless looking establishment, where the other owner looked just the same. How did any of this come together, two opposites meeting and blossoming a friendship together in the most unconventional ways? Zoey hid a few more pink items along her way in finding Belliss, she was wondering how dinner was going, though her food didn't take much for preparation or anything like that. Zoey was the calm demeanor that Belliss was rarely seen in the same way, briefly watching Belliss put pink trinkets back in place. It just reminded Zoey she had to hide those things better. The moment Zoey was going to speak to Belliss, the door creaked open at first, new arrivals, then a bell jingled over their head to announce it better. "Welcome to Z and B's Bed and Breakfast." Said the pale owner, in a emotionless way, perhaps just a twinge of annoyance being detected. Sometimes she was cranky when she was hungry. The attention was turned immediately to Belliss where Zoey cracked a smile "When's dinner?!"


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You may not be accepted, I am sorry but only people that seem to fit best with the story shall be chosen. It is preferred you keep it multi but para will be accepted. Just be aware that a person who multi’s well, will be chosen over someone who paras (if the multi is GOOD!)

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Those who live in the B&B
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Travelers who come and go, and revisit
1.Miekala-Kamerin Elise James
2.Ken
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Corrupted Morgue man
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Crotchety old woman with 10 cats (nosey neighbor)
1.Iamsheena-Mildred Ruth Baer

Suspicious Sherriff
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Thats it for the roles but as you can see a good number to fill. So, apply and have fun!



P.s Beware you may be eaten by Zombies ;P



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Our Sample posts:


Name: Zoey (At least that's as far of a name anyone gets from her.)

Age: If ever asked, she goes with the default of 22, her actual age being quite a few numbers higher than most would ever think.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Zoey is a slender, so pale she lacks any sun pigmentation, young woman. Though she doesn't burn or anything crazy like that when she does spend time outside. From outward appearances she seems like some other 'Goth' crazed person, who took it to extremes, or perhaps she wasn't meant for radiant glowing skin and colors that would reflect beauty. Her hair lightly curled, inky black that many people swear she dyes, and ending to nearly her lower back. It always seems unkempt, but with all that hair, who cares to brush it every two minutes to keep it nice and neat? She doesn't bother to wear make-up either, no foundation or cover up comes in 'White'. Ivory doesn't even come close. Eyebrows on the other hand were carefully maintained, plucked to the correct thickness, length and structure. Her eyes maybe were once more lively, when she was alive, but now remain a cold and dark black. Naturally people ask about her, but she can come up with many lies from just being overly 'Goth', or perhaps some sort of genetic deformity she's sensitive about. Her clothes tend to be a bit baggy on her, giving false hopes that she's really just skin and bones, but she's well fed, perhaps just with a high metabolism. Her clothes range in fashion, but not much in color, as they just don't look right on her otherwise colorless appearance. Simple black shirts and jeans, or perhaps a skirt suffice with accents of white. Zoey usually avoids shoes, liking how things feel beneath her feet, and disliking immensely the most shoes try to make her taller, when she feels tall enough at 5'9. She has all the height she'll ever need.

Bio: It was some time ago that Zoey was born, into a large loving family with plenty of aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters, all raised to be quite religious. Of course, later on is when she found out that most those people weren't her family at all. Her parents had been part of a relief effort out in Africa, but soon calling it home and living with tribes people, who still had their own way of life and religion. While her parents didn't believe the same things, they let Zoey freely explore all possibilities as she desired while growing up. Years later during a guerrilla attack against the government, Zoey's parents had been mercilessly killed, along with those Zoey called family. Grouping together for safety, Zoey and others of her family who had not died escaped, later that night they would perform a blood ritual that would forever change the young woman's life. Zoey was certainly more than knowledgeable about the tribe and their customs, but this was something hazel eyes had never yet witnessed. Perhaps magic was real, or perhaps part of the toxic chemicals that had been mixed with various other questionable items that was tossed at Zoey earlier on accident to fend off the guerrilla's had something to do with it. But the girl with a sunny disposition in life had changed into a lifeless and depressed person.

After a few stints around Africa, dealing with a bit of government and guerrilla persons alike, all she had to do was leave with the proper paperwork, proving her parents were citizens of America, that she was their child and they had unfortunately passed away. But adjusting to life in such a different world was more of a shock than anything, easily lost, confused and poor. She wandered around, a hunger rumbling in her stomach. She didn't fear the rain that would cause a shiver through anyone else, a sweet scent caught her attention soon. Despite the rain, she could see the light trail of blood pooling down, following a street version of a stream. Zoey could almost shudder in anticipation of a meal, her dark orbs locking onto a form of a young girl. Looks like she wasn't getting up and oh did she smell like she would be quite a delicious meal! Zoey was just about to take a bite out of her when the other's eyes opened, scaring the living hell (no pun intended) out of her. She pulled back a bit, pretending to offer comfort, her stomach growling to be fed.

Somehow they became friends, this little imp of a girl just wouldn't let up and eventually they found a way to get a Bed and Breakfast together, both being comfortable with having a stable living home and Zoey with a stable source of food. Though how Belliss learned about Zoey's little condition is another story.

Sample post: Zoey slipped around the Bed and Breakfast quietly that night, quickly as well for who knew when someone would wake in a daze of their environment. Zoey didn't feel like being caught while on this little adventure of hers, bare feet lightly tapped against wooden floors, avoiding the creaking parts the best she could. Pale fingers reached out and snatched a few pink trinkets about, carrying a hoard of them with her and hiding them in various places now. But her adventure was far from over. She simply didn't like all those pink doo-hickies, she never did, she doubted she ever would. She believed pink to be a nearly useless color, while Belliss on the other hand found it to be life itself sometimes. Zoey shook her head to herself, stashing a few other pink things out of sight, tip toeing about until reaching a door. It was a guest room, of a visitor. They held a heavenly scent about them. Zoey slowly turned the knob of the door, letting it slip open enough for her body to squeeze by. Excitement came over her as she inched closer and closer to the sleeping subject in the bed, about to fulfill her goal... And stomach. She licked her lips as her hands reached down, waiting to touch the warmth of the body. It was going to be delicious...

Then the light to the room flicked on, startling Zoey enough to back up a few steps and try to look innocent. "Aww come on, it's just a midnight snack!" Zoey declared in a huff, she never got to eat the live ones as much anymore. She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, glowering at the same figure by the light switch and door, already the business man was alarmed out of his slumber and pondering just what was going on. Zoey glared just a few more moments before giving out an exaggerated sigh and throwing her arms down to her sides as she looked at the confused male. "I was just seeing if you wanted to have a midnight snack too, but Belliss doesn't think it's a good idea, so go back to sleep because she's a party poop." Zoey said with a bit of amusement and walked out, the light shut off and the door closed behind her, forced back to her own room.

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Name; Belliss
Age; 22
Gender; Female
Appearance; Belliss was small in stature, reaching merely four foot nine and weighing in at 110 pounds. She was almost completely without curves, if one didn’t know her they may suspect her to be an adolescent because despite her age she looked no older than twelve. Her hair was a long blonde mass of unruly curls, devoid of any product or restraints, it’s longest tendrils curving at the base of her spine. Mischievous green eyes, that were set in naturally thick lashes, belayed her every single emotion, much to her dismay. Belliss’s attire was simple; a soft pink sun dress clung snugly to few curves she did have, the hemline reaching the middle of a pale thigh. Her feet, when outdoors, were normally clad in simple pink flip-flops and while inside they were adorned with fuzzy pink slippers. A smile was always ready to show itself on her face, a face unmarred by the goop of makeup, it’s natural beauty being all that was needed.


Bio; Belliss past was rather simple, nothing amazing or extremely tragic had ever happened in her life. She grew up in suburbia, with two loving busy parents, as an only child. It was true she was spoiled but she had a sweetness that over rode her sometimes selfish tendencies. Growing up she was put in a private school, had a abundance of fawning friends. Despite all of this, she felt empty and unhappy inside. She made a good show of being happy, no one even suspected. It was a dark night that she had decided to take her own life. She had walked in the rain to a towering bridge within her town, and climbed atop it. As she looked down, in the drizzle towards the lake her vision blurred and went dizzy, causing her to fall backward rather than forward. With a loud thud she had landed on the pavement, knocking her out and causing a slow trickle of blood to seep from the back of her head. It was all she remembered, falling her past was erased from her mind. When she awoke it was to a pale face looming over her, as if starving. It had been the start of a lasting friendship between Zoey and herself. Together they scraped up enough money to open a bed and breakfast and Belliss never really cared to know her past. When Zoey had come upon her she was wearing a deep purple shirt and a dark jean skirt, but ever since the fateful incident she wore nothing but pink, decorated everything in the color. Something, obviously was knocked lose in her head because previously she had despised the color and now it was as much a part of her as her very own slightly upturned nose.


Sample post; A noise alerted Belliss from her slumber, she couldn’t place what it was but something urged her to rise from her bed and slip on her pink terry cloth robe. Silently she snuck into the hall, pale bare feet gently padding against the cool floor. A dark shadowed form was apparent at the end of the hallway, a form that apparently had a aversion to pink things. Normally plump lips firmed into a thin line, she was getting sick of having to search out and put away her darling knickknacks. The figure began to move, curious Belliss decided to scold the vandal later, and to follow it now. What mischief was running amuck? Her finely shaped brow furrowed as the figure slid inside of one of her guests room. Clucking her tongue in a sound of disapproval Belliss scurried over to the door before any damage could be done. They couldn’t afford another “Incident”. Upon reaching the room she silently pushed the door open, eyeing the figure looming over the sleeping guest. A small delicate hand reached out to flick on the lights, illuminating the “Figure” to be Zoey, exactly whom she suspected. Belliss said nothing, no words were needed, she merely brought her hands to come up and rest on cocked hips, an authoritive look upon her impish features. She looked like a very angry child, but oddly the much bigger Zoey listened to the silent command. As Zoey stalked out Belliss mouthed an apology at her guest, hoping he will forget about it in the morning. Tsking the entire time she followed Zoey until she watched the door shut and the lock click in place. Quietly she snuck back to her own room, and laid in her bed. A smile was still on her lips as she fell into a peaceful sleep, she really loved nights like this.

I'd like to join! Let me post.

Can I reserve a live-in spot. You can always kick me out later when I make a character, if its not to your liking, but can I just reserve it for now?

Driney wrote:Can I reserve a live-in spot. You can always kick me out later when I make a character, if its not to your liking, but can I just reserve it for now?

I don't think that'd be very fair....but...I am not opposed to adding more spots if need be. So don't worry about it ^.^ just submit everything.

Name; Ken
Age; 21
Gender; male

Appearance;Ken was average height, he didn't dress flamboyantly, and he kept his body in good condition by working out. He had a kind face, short brown hair, and tanned skin.

Bio; Ken is a business worker for a law firm in The state. He is at the hotel on travel, but a delay in his companies meeting schedule means that he will stay there for a week or two before the meeting.

Sample post: Ken drove in his rented car, splashing through the rain. He was nearing the hotel his company had booked for him, when his cell phone rang. He fumbled to grab it.
"Hello?" He said into the speaker.
"Ken? It's george. Listen, the meeting has been delayed. We need yoyu to stay at the hotel you arrive at untill I call you again."
"All right George," Said Ken. He hung up. "Dang.." He said. His boss had done this to him before. He could be at the place indefinitly, depending on how slow it took the commitee to meet.
He arrived at the bed and breakfast, and checked in. He was a little bewildered by the amount of pink everywhere. He went to his room, took a shower, then climbed ionto bed, as it was late.
Something awoke him in the middle of the night. One of the hotel owners was standing over his bed. The light flicked on.
"Aww come on, it's just a midnight snack!" said the pale owner. The brighter one stood in the doorway. Ken sat up, confused. "I was just seeing if you wanted to have a midnight snack too, but Belliss doesn't think it's a good idea, so go back to sleep because she's a party poop." said the pale attendant. They both left, and the light went out. Ken laid down again.
"This is weird.." He said, sleeping again.

Well if Zoey agrees Ken is accepted.

Cool.

Ken wrote:Cool.

Cool is right... FOR YOU ARE ACCEPTED! OH YEAH!

LOL. Another one bites the dust. Now we need 10 more.