Setting
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
Gambit's Hotel, 3rd Floor
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
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Gambit's Hotel, 3rd Floor is a part of 
The Gambit Building.
51 Characters Here
Ime [668] A happy-go-lucky portion of Imehal's whole personality!
Serina [425] "You better leave my husband and children alone!"
Jack Spades [362] "Hit me!"
Grayice [121] He has cat ears to increase his speed by 78%,He plays the violin and gets confused a lot.He control ice + water and blue energy.
The Azure Knight [57] After Thirteen years he still does not know his name but he has found out who he was. Knight of the Kingdom Princess Freya should have ruled and now is in love with his childhood friend Princess Freya
Serenity Nicole Hill [34] - Medium / Exorcist / She's unlocked that other other 90 percent of her brain that most humans have not.
Sanctus [29] A perfect paradox of Dark and Light. Pure and corrupted, a defender and warrior.
Samuel Tyson Alsana [27] "you touch my sister and you're going down"
Inasu Ryathe [26] A creature of lust and pleasure, this Liderc has perfected the art of seduction. [quote]Pleasure and blood, my dear; that is all I desire.[/quote]
Ryuto [26] A martial artist with some very powerful demonic abilities, currently is blind in his left eye, using his long purple hair to cover the wound. His movements are silent, swift and fluid, wears a formal white suit with light shirt and black gloves.
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((Gah 500's did you get that?))
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Nahlia Cameron groaned, standing. "I'm going to sleep." she said to him, almost crying. You could hear it in her voice. Nahlia was stressed. He was drunk, Nahlia wasn't dumb. She grabbed Christopher carefully and placed him on her chest as she layed down on the bed. She pulled the blanket over them and she closed her eyes, trying to block herself from the world.
Samuel Socom Johnson huffed to himself, shrugging his shoulders and going to put the bottle back in the fridge. Everything may have been fuzzy, but it was quite clear she didn't want to be around him right now, so he moved back to the door and grabbed his coat, heading back out into the hallway. This time, his destination would be to simply take a walk outside in the alley, try and sober up a little.
Nahlia Cameron heard him leave again, this left her to her thoughts. Something she didn't need right now, not with the baby here...She climbed out of bed and went to the window, she opened it and when air hit her, so did her emotions...Her chest tightened and she somewhat fell back into the wall, tears streaming down her face. She sat in the corner and curled up into a ball. What in the hell was going on?
Samuel Socom Johnson curled his expression into one of semi-disgust, the alley didn't smell very pleasant, nor was it very clean. but he stayed there, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed as he tried to relax and sober up. Occasionally a passerby asked if he was okay, and he would just nod and mumble as they left. Finally, after about a half hour, he was starting to feel better and made his way back to the room. Nahlia was slumped into the corner, but he couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not, so he stayed quiet and took off his shoes and jacket, then slipped over to the couch and laid down, thinking for sure and certain she wouldn't want to see him until morning, and he didn't want to wake up next to her if he had bad luck with a hangover.
Nahlia Cameron was sleeping soundly in the corner, though she was a bit cold. She rested her head against the wall and she had the towel barely wrapped around her. She had nothing on underneath the blanket, so you know she had to be freezing.
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*towel
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Samuel Socom Johnson stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts starting to come back to him as the alcohol left his system. Sitting up, he glanced over to Nahlia again curiously, concluding that she must have been asleep to not be scolding him right now. Sleeping in a corner was something he was used to, and he was supposed to be used to it when on duty, on duty, the words shook him. Getting up, he walked over quietly and knelt down, realizing rather quickly she she still hadn't even gotten dressed after she must have bathed, which made it a rather awkward maneuver to lift her into his arms and place her in the bed, then drape the blanket over her gently before going back to lie on the couch.
Nahlia Cameron opened her eyes slowly after he covered her up. She looked around for him, he was only the couch. "Sam, don't sleep there. Come up here on the bed. I'm not mad." she said quietly. She was highly upset and stressed so her anger could have been taken out on anyone...She had soon taken the baby and put him in the crib that sat right next to the bed. Then she curled back into the bed and under the covers.
Samuel Socom Johnson shook his head at himself, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. Muttering, he replied, "No, it's okay, really. I'll come to bed later I'm just going to relax a little while."
Nahlia Cameron looked at him, "Sam, please...I need you." she told him though it was very silent, he would probably still hear her. She slipped on one of his shirts and some of her underwear while lying there so she was dressed. "Please..."
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((lol, was gtting a drink, sorry D:))
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Samuel Socom Johnson sighed quietly to himself, forcing his eyes back open before sitting up and folding his legs over the cushion on to the floor. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He mumbled, though still sounding sincere and nice. Getting an itch on his arm he got up slowly and walked over to the edge of the bed, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong Nahli?"
Nahlia Cameron shook her head, "I just want you here...With me...Promise me you'll never leave?" she told him, "No matter how crazy or mean I get?" she scooted over so he could crawl in the bed with her...
Samuel Socom Johnson smiled softly, closing his eyes tightly as he sat down next to her. Promise he'll never leave, boy, she was justing making this extremely easy to confess. Glancing back over at her, he blinked a few times, the stinging in his eyes evaporating as he wrapped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her head to rest in his lap.
Nahlia Cameron opened her eyes to look up at him, "Promise?" she asked, realizing that he didn't answer her question. She hoped she hadn't screwed it up. She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with tears, thinking of how she made him feel.
Samuel Socom Johnson bit his tongue hard, closing his eyes and nodding his head to her quickly. He couldn't seem to feel any words at all, all he could find in his mouth was a dry feeling, as though any liquid in his body had suddenly drained. Forcing his eyes back open, he met her gaze, the tears in her eyes hammering into him as he quickly ran the back of his thumb over her cheek, "Nahli...please don't cry.." he whispered.
Nahlia Cameron looked confused, "Why aren't you answering me? Why does it seem like you aren't really promising?" she asked, sitting up in the bed. "Don't tell me your leaving me?" she said to him, scratching her head.
Samuel Socom Johnson shook his head almost instantly, the quick feeling making a rush of dizziness hit him and he paused. For a moment, his mouth only moved open and shut without a single noise as he looked away from her, before finally mumbling, "not willingly."
Nahlia Cameron looked at him, when he spoke she almost felt like she would vomit. "W-what do you mean, Sam?" she asked him, the tears in her eyes daring to spill over. "You can't leave...We need you. Don't leave...Please don't..." she begged, she knew what was happening, the marines, he had to go back. The same thing happened to her father...She heard her mother crying the night he told her...He died over there..."Sam..."
Samuel Socom Johnson shook his head, wrapping his arms around her tightly and gently rocking her, "I'm fighting it Nahli, I'm fighting it. I don't want to go, I won't let them make me." He kept his eyes closed, trying hard not to shake as he rocked her in his arms, burying his face into her shoulder, "I'll do whatever it takes but I'm not leaving you. I lo-" his voice trailed off, fear and embarrassment encompassing him.
Nahlia Cameron wrapped her arms tight around him, breathing in his scent. "You love me." she said for him, feeling like if she let go, she'd loose him. She couldn't ever let go. "I love you too. Your everything I ever asked for..." she confessed, overcome with sleepiness with how warm he was.
Samuel Socom Johnson couldn't help a very thin upturn of his lips as he pulled back just enough to nod at her in reply. He couldn't believe he was actually saying this, or even more that she was, but he had to somehow, and he did. His fingers sprawled on her back and gently slid up and down, a gentle gesture at helping her relax, though after a few minutes he grew exhausted of sitting there and laid back to lean his shoulder on the headboard, still cradling Nahlia tightly in his arms. Kissing her cheek, he turned her to look at him, his grey eyes serious and assuring, "I will be here, right here, in your grasp, at all times."
Nahlia Cameron smiled as he spoke, her eyes closing soon after. His face was the only thing she needed to see before drifting of into a peaceful slumber. Peaceful, finally. She loved him and now that she knew he loved her back, she was at peace. As long as he promised...
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((Nighty night. <3))
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