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Celebrity Rankings

The Cashew Hotel


a part of Celebrity Rankings, by UniqueYetUnoriginal.

The hotel where all the celebrities are staying.

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Cashew Hotel was founded in 1968 by Christopher Scotts, then known as Scotts Hotel, which at the time was a big deal, people waiting in anticipation for its opening for weeks.

When it did open, people were not disappointed. Though the 'average' person could not stay there, the cost too high, they too were treated as the opening night the managers let people into the club, where they had some of their guests perform, for a 'small' fee of one hundred dollars. Those who didn't go soon saw it, as for days afterwards there were videos swarming their television screens of the night, watching all their favourite celebrities perform.

Christopher sold the hotel to David Cashew in 1995, and for about two years the hotel was closed for renovations. During these two years, Christopher passed away. David opened the hotel again, renaming it, The Cashew Hotel.

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The Cashew Hotel

The hotel where all the celebrities are staying.


The Cashew Hotel is a part of California.

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Jason Dolan [2] UC; Just wanted to get him up!
Melissa Nertney [1] UC; Just wanted to get her up!

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It was a sunny Wednesday morning in the middle of the summer, nine o'clock to be precise, as someone went unnoticed in the staff room as they looked through all the guest's reservation forms, jotting each name that appeared on their hand. They slipped the folder back into the drawer before quietly leaving the office, making their way along the hallway where the majority of the guests stayed, going unnoticed by those around them, fading into the background. They opened a room door and walked in casually, as if absolutely nothing was wrong.

They then closed the door behind them, careful not to make a noise, before treading over to the laptop that was sitting on the bed. They typed in a web address, admiring there handy work, before quickly deleting all history off the computer.

Jason Dolan

Jason nodded to the receptionist, after having already reserved early, before heading up to his room on the fourth floor. He had collected his key the night before, or rather, gotten security to collect it for him. It was his first time at the Cashew Hotel, and to be honest, he was excited. He had only heard good things about this place, and couldn't wait for his vacation to start off properly.

He waited in the elevator, nodding his head slightly to the elevator music, before continuing down the hall and entering his room. He dumped his laptop on the bed, pushed his suitcase under the bed and looked around. Yes, this would do nicely.

Melissa Nertney

The maid had woken up late that morning, meaning that she was now wearing two odd socks and her hair was in a messy ponytail. The little make-up she had applied didn't hide the bags under her eyes. She had stayed up all that night on the internet. Her addiction was not healthy.

The short girl walked around the hotel, practically falling asleep as she carted around her supplies. She would usually keep on a look out to see if she could get the autograph of some famous celebrity, but she was hardly holding onto her job as it was. She sighed as she opened the hotel room door and walked int the room.

Hi, you may begin! xD I know that it's sort of short for a post with pretty much three people, but I wanted to give some mystery O.o ... the anonymous person could be Melissa, Jason, or someone else entirely! :O Anyway, post!

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Nabi Freeson.

“You must go!” A well-dressed man yelled, pulling onto the singer’s waist. She was dressed in saggy sweat pants that made her look well overweight despite her not being even close to it; she had a tight spaghetti strap tank on that showed her tan and beat up bra as well as what seemed like cookie crumbs scattered on top of her clothing. Nabi’s hair was pulled back in a messy bun that was unattractively planted on the top of her head.

“No! I have to finish working!” She muffled back, more cookie crumbs spilling onto her attire. The man snorted, trying to pull her harder from the door frame of her room; despite Nabi being rich, she had a small house, though, what it lacked in size, it didn’t lack in its surroundings. It was completely secluded on a beach south of California; thus, allowing Nabi to be completely herself without having the manager worry.

As he looked forward, his face became even more appalled than before. “Is that a cookie you’re eating?” He scowled, causing Nabi to look at him, letting go of the door frame. It sent him back a little ways, though, he quickly regained his posture.

“No…” She said, quickly swallowing it before wiping the leftover crumbs and chocolate stain off of her mouth. Nabi watched as the manager went red to the face; aggravated at her lack of cooperation this morning.

“You promised me that you would go on this vacation as well as stick to your diet!” He growled, pointing his finger at her. “You’ve already gained ten pounds within this very month; you’re lucky I have been working my ass off so that you wouldn’t have any performances until your second album!” His hand shot to his forehead as he released a sigh that clearly said, ‘I’m dead’.

“Whoa, cool it dude.” She said, picking her teeth as she watched him. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll go to the hotel…” It was obvious that she was feeling partially guilty; though, there was a hidden agenda to going there. Reason one is that she could actually work there without having him breath down her back- at least for a while; as for reason two, it was just as simple as Nabi’s mind- so she could eat all she wanted and he wouldn’t know.

He watched her carefully, astonished that she changed her mind so quickly. “Hurry up and get changed, then come downstairs to weigh yourself.” Nabi watched him as he easily discovered her plans; he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. Nabi’s face twisted into a childish pout.

“Food Nazi!” She said, her voice lightly feathering her pout. With that, he went down the steps; leaving Nabi alone up stairs by herself. She sighed slightly to herself as she went to the shower, washing her body off with the warm soapy water before applying on makeup and getting dressed in a pretty, petite white dress that just barely kissed her knees.

Her hair was pulled into a low and curly ponytail as she went down the steps to step on the scale; her weight even surprising her to some point. “126.8lbs” He said, simply, writing it down a sticky not before putting it into his pocket. “By the time I come back, you better be at 115lbs again or I’m going to put you back on the fruit smoothie diet.”

Oh great- the one diet she hated the most. Nabi nearly died of hunger from that diet; the only thing you could have was natural, organic fruit smoothies and only three of them a day. Was he trying to kill her? Nabi’s childish pout turned into a small scowl as she stepped off of the scale and pulled on her wrap up heels and walked out the door, leaving her baggage to her ‘evil’ manager.

Nabi sat in the front seat as her manager got in after putting her things in the back, her arms crossed over her chest. It didn’t take long- perhaps thirty minutes- to get to the Cashew hotel. Once they arrived, her manager turned towards her and looked her in the eyes with a serious face. “Put your game face on, and whatever you do, do not let your guard down!” He warned, before getting out and getting her stuff.

She sighed before smiling really angelic like as she stepped out of the car, walking towards her manager who had her luggage for her stay. “I’ll get that.” She smiled; Nabi was completely different than before, she seemed almost perfect. With her things in her hands, Nabi turned and walked through the doors, leaving her manager to take his leave.

Nabi stopped at the front desk and checked in; she grabbed her key and gave her luggage to the luggage boy to take up to her room. For now, instead of going to her room; she decided to look around. Even though Nabi often visits Cashew hotel, she’s never seen the entire hotel due to her sleeping or relaxing at the pool- or messing around in the gym and pretending like she’s working out.

Red Jones

The sun just barely shone into his room; awaking him right at the moment as his maid was about to. Red sat up in his bed, allowing the blanket fall off of his bare chest; he shuffled his hair as he watched the maid look at him. “Well, is my clothes ready or are you just going to stand there?” He said, despite what he said, his tone was elegant and hoarse; his throat being dried. “Get me a glass of water while you at it.”

The maid just nodded in silence, placing his clothes on the bed before turning and bowing her leave. “Bonne putain.” He cursed in French, crawling towards the edge of his bed before placing his feet onto the heated floors. Finally, a break; the movie in Germany really took a toll on him. It was some sort of action film that he played as the main character; it was to be released next spring in Germany.

Red pulled off his pants and changed his underwear before slipping his hands through the white collared shirt and buttoning it up; the fabric was soft and expensive, mostly found Eastern Africa. Once he finished getting dressed, he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, combed his hair and went back into his room, just to meet the maid who not only brought up his water but breakfast as well.

He looked at her as she kept her head down, putting the tray down onto the dresser. “You are slow this morning; anything wrong?” He said, walking over to the tray to get a sip of water.

It was as if his question would kill the maid, fore she was afraid to answer him without cautiously thinking through her answer. “N-No sir.” She said, clearing her throat.

“Ah, so are you always like this?” He asked, picking up a dried piece of toast that was supposed to have some jam on it. He dropped it onto the plate before he looked at the salmon, which was beautifully prepared with grapes on the side.

“That is correct.” She answered sheepishly, her head down so he wouldn’t look at her. Red raised an eyebrow at her before walked past her, not bothering to touch the breakfast.

“Alright then.” He said, causing her to release a sigh as he stopped at the door, looking back at the maid. “Pack your things. By the time I come back from vacation, I don’t want to see you. You’re fired due to your incompetence to be on time.” With that, he left his room and trailed down the circular stairs that split the house up in its five stories, stopping at each floor until he hit the bottom, meeting his mother.

She was a woman whose hair was golden brown, her eyes an ocean blue as she walked towards him and kissed his cheek. “I hope you enjoy your vacation, sweetie.” She said as she pressed her cleverly fixed up lips against his cheeks once more. “By the time you get back, your father should be home.”

“Yes, I do hope so.” He said; taking his leave as he headed towards the door, putting on a fake smile as some other maids carried his luggage to the limo. Within a few hours, Red arrived at the hotel, the luggage boys already carrying his luggage up to his room. He had to admit, Red was excited to stay at the hotel; finally, a break to relax and just kick back and perhaps read a book or so.

He breathed in the cool fragrance of the hotel with a charming smile on his face as he walked towards the elevator and pressed the button; waiting for the doors to part.

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Nabi Freeson.

As she walked around within the hotel, a wonderful smell tickled underneath her nose; a smell so delicious, that it almost made her drool. She quickly regained her composure before walking around the hotel, looking for the source of that enticing smell; and quickly, she found it- the hotel’s restaurant, which in turn, had a huge and extravagant buffet.

“I’ll start my diet tomorrow…” She whispered to herself, before walking into the restaurant with a sweet smile. As she entered the restaurant, she was met by a waiter who smiled at her, and in turn, Nabi smiled a brilliant and sweet smile. “Table for one please.” She asked, holding up her pretty and petite finger. The waiter nodded and escorted her to a table, one which was by one of the beautiful sights; the window was large and had the view of the pretty area surrounding it.

Within a matter of seconds, she had ordered the buffet and a sweet tea; one made with ‘splenda’. Nabi lifted herself from her table and elegantly walked over towards the buffet, pondering on what she should get- they all looked delicious.

Red Jones.

As the doors to the elevator opened, his eyes rested on the sexy blonde whose name had just escaped his mind; Red smiled charmingly before stepping on, his eyes careful not to wonder her body. “What Floor?” The blonde asked, causing him to look over at her.

“If you don’t mind me answering, I’m on floor 6.” He said, his tone was cool and nearly perfect; yet, before anything else could be said between the two, another person walked in- this one he instantly recognized. She was the cute brunette that often caught many eyes of other men- Veronica.

The only reason he knew her name was because just recently, he had guest-starred in the same magazine; he hadn’t spoken to her because they just missed each other when it came to the shooting, but he remembered hearing the photographer speak wisely about her.

“About damn time I got here.” This he heard, and it made his eyebrows raise at her; almost hinting her that he heard it. What a complete idiot; to say those kinds of words here. Obviously, she won’t last another year before rumors get out about having a foul mouth and sour attitude.
“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” He asked sweetly; yet his thoughts where completely opposite. His eyes switched over towards the blonde before he smiled at her, once again, having a smile as sweet as candy.

“What about you? How is your day?” His smile faded, yet the smile hadn’t left his eyes. What a lovely rose; one who has thorns- or so I hear from the television. It’d be a shame if it was a facade. He thought, turning his eyes back over onto the lovely Veronica.

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Red Jones

When he was confronted with the blonde chicks question about if Red knows who she was, he slightly smiled, and in a cute and innocent way put his hand behind his head. “I have been busy lately; so busy that even I forget my manager’s name.” He chuckled modestly. “I am very sorry that I cannot remember your name; though, if you tell me, I will try to remember.” He put his hands in a prayer like position, his smile shrinking into a cute half smile that is often seen on a child.

Though, when Veronica had answered his question, his attention drew towards her; a smile now slightly moving to the right side of his face. “Ah, I understand the feeling. Perhaps if they allowed our trip to be more peaceful, then maybe the day would be brighter.” His eyes squinted up, before an intoxication smell filled the elevator.

To be completely honest, Red was never attracted to smokers; in fact, he absolutely hated the smell with a strong passion. His eyes beaded towards the blonde haired girl, trying to hold back the cough that was prickling his throat. “It’s a shame that such a pretty girl smokes; it ruins your skin and immune system- not to mention it completely deteriorates your health.” He suggested, the smile disappearing; he allowed it to grow smaller until it was just an uncertain half smile that planted onto his face.

“Though, I am not obligated to tell you what you can or cannot do; so do what you will.” His voice was sweet, yet, if someone was smart enough, they could pick up the slight and very small hinder in his voice where he had insulted her. Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

“Well, I guess this is farewell; goodbye and see you around.” He smiled, waving his hand at the two before he walked down the hallway, and pulling out his room key to open the door. The room was big and beautiful; even though it did not have much of a view, the room did have beautiful scenery within the area. Without Red knowing, he had allowed the door to open as he sat on his couch. The door was open enough to invite anyone curious enough to walk in.

Nabi Freeson.

After a long choice of foods, Nabi finally filled her plate and elegantly walked back to the table; she’d figure that she would end up going back anyways, so she’d start off small. Her fork pierced into the pretty white angel hair pasta, wrapping its long and stringy self around the civil ware and just right when she was about to pop it into her mouth, her phone rang.

With disappointment filling her eyes, Nabi set down the fork and picked up the phone; only to find her manager’s voice on the other end. “I forgot to mention, but while you are on this trip…” He began, though, all of his speaking was going through one ear and out of the next on Nabi; fore, she was much more interested in the yummy looking noodles that resided on her plate.

Finally, Nabi caved in and ate her fork clean, while she finally turned her attention towards her manager, politely cleaning off her mouth. “…so, to prevent you from eating your money away, I have limited your funds for this vacation to only two hundred; so spend wisely.”

At the unfortunate news her manager had just given her, Nabi coughed into her napkin, tapping her chest as she looked around, making sure she doesn’t loose her composure. “A-Alright, it is understandable…” Her voice was nice, yet it sounded a bit sad. The buffet itself was about a hundred bucks, which only left her with a hundred more to spend on her trip- which was absolutely ridiculous!

She bit her lip slightly as she took another bite, knowing that her manager had cleverly played her this time.

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They left the room, smiling slightly at the passing maid on the hallway, before continuing walking. In their hand they held slips of paper, which, as they passed each room, they would kick under the door. Fortunately for them, no one in the hallway would notice, seeing as it was so busy, and if someone went to check who the culprit was, they would find themselves looking at about ten possible suspects.

They arrived at an open door, with someone lounging inside. They simply threw the card in from a distance, so much that it would only be able to view the person who threw it from a certain angle, one that no one in the room was at. It wasn't like what the card read was that big of a deal, they just wanted to make sure as things got more heated up that no one would suspect them. That would ruin the whole game, wouldn't it?

They looked down at the last card and smiled, before tucking it into their bag. On it read only one thing;

Jason Dolan

After he had packed away everything, there was only one thing to do; Explore.
He walked down the corridors, smiling to some passers by. He vaguely wondered if he would meet someone seriously famous as he unfolded the brochure that his manager had provided him with. Arcade, Pool, Forest Trail, Nightclub, Gym.. A night club? Well, at least he had some plans for tonight.

[Another short post, and I didn't even include Melissa in it.. -_- I promise to have better posts in the future! Once my people aren't so awkward xD]