Hotel Bella Muerte.

Okay, this is an old RP that I am resurrecting from…another site…*cough * Rmy *cough cough *. It could be called a horror one I suppose. It, as you can tell from the title, takes place in a hotel. Hotels are one of my top five scary places, I blame Stephen King (the Overlook in The Shinning) and The Eagles (Hotel California) mainly, along with MCR (…look to the title…). (my other scary places are rooms with mirrors that don’t belong, old churches, dark places under stairs, and old bookstores….though those can be very magical too…)
Anywho, the guys are the guys. I am guessing around the end to the middle of Revenge perhaps. The guys can be controlled by anyone, but you have to have your own character. Your character can be a visitor, lost like the band, one of the workers at the hotel, or…something else.
So…have a lot of fun, I know I will…

Oh…and also tell what color you are when you post if you can remember.

The Guys Colors!!!

Gerard, red
Ray, orange
Bob, yellow
Mikey, olive
Frank, violet


My character: Josephine, green
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“You’ve got to be kidding,” Josephine screamed at her car as it stalled for the fifth and final time on this dust covered road. She had been driving cross-country for a school project. Not just any project, it was for the final for her degree in photography from Saint Venin’s School of the Arts. She had a choice of projects and took the one that would give her a mini vacation. It was something about a cross-country collage, and any excuse to get away for a while she took it.
Now though…now she was regretting it as she sat stranded on the side of a deserted road. She had tried to use her cell phone, but it did not seem to be in range and to make matters worse, as she started to make her way down the road with her messenger bag and camera in tow she thought she heard the approach of thunder.
“This is the last thing I need,” she muttered as she put her hood up over her head a moment before the downpour started.
Josephine hastened her pace, but did not bother running seeing as she did not know if there was a shelter near by or not.
As luck seemed to have it though, around the next bend in the road stood an old hotel. At first Josephine was not sure that it was still in operation, but she was taking her chances.
As she walked into the lobby she was delighted to see that the place was still running. Eagerly she walked up to the service desk to ask for help.
The man at the counter seemed to be as old as the building, with yellowing skin and lank greasy hair.
“Um…excuse me…I…I need some help. Do you have a phone I could use, mine is not working.”
The man gave her a crooked grin, “I am terribly sorry Miss Josephine, but our owner does not believe in such modern technology.”
“How…how did you know…”
The man pointed to her camera, “that is your camera is it not? I was supposing that was your name on it.”
Josephine blushed, thinking how silly she was to think that there was anything else behind it.
“Why don’t I get you a room,” he said, grabbing a key.
“Oh…I don’t know…I don’t have much money…”
The man gave her another frightening smile, “no need to worry about that. I believe you will be able to pay this price.”
He then lead Josephine up to the second floor, handing her the keys to her room, 237, and leaving her to herself. When she entered the room she saw that it was lit only by lamps, electricity seeming to be one of the ‘modern’ things that the owner did not like. Still, it was fine for that night, and she was getting tired from her walk in the rain. Josephine quickly changed into her pajamas and was about to slip under the covers when she felt something warm and sticky against her legs. Quickly she pulled the covers away from her bed…and screamed.

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“This is stupid,” Frank said as he and the rest of the band ran through the rain to get to the hotel. They had been stranded about twenty minuets prior, when their bus had broken down. Brian had walked one way and Gerard, their fearless leader, had convinced them to go the other. As they walked inside the building Gerard made his way to the front desk, and the rest of the band milled around the lobby until they heard an ear piercing scream sound from above..

Hmm, I'll take a crack at this...

Alright, I'm Marilyn, lightskyblue.
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Marilyn wasn't sure where she was headed when she gathered together most of her belongings into her outdated station wagon and hit the road. All she knew was she needed a break, a time to gather herself together. Just two days prior she came home to find some blonde draped over her fiancee on their couch, and not a day later was she on the highway, driving to God knows where.

She hadn't stopped to sleep, except for an hour or two in a Wal-Mart parking lot. She could feel the coffee wearing off, and knew she would have to stop soon. "The fact that ya didn't stop for gas and now you're almost out only reinforces that fact, stupid," she muttered to herself, turning on the windshield wipers as she entered into heavy rain. But when she rounded a corner and saw what seemed to be an old hotel of sorts, she relaxed."Ah. Life is good."

The parking lot in front of the old building was small, only fitting eight cars at the most. As her car came to a stop in one of the spaces, her hand reached in the back seat for her sweatshirt. She almost didn't bring it with her, but now she was glad she did. The rain fell hard on her windshield, now making it almost impossible to see outside. She slid the sweatshirt over her head, putting the hood up with one hand while turning the key in the ignition with the other, and finally grabbed her sizable dufflebag from the backseat that held her clothes and toiletries.

As she opened her car door and slid out of her seat, bag over one shoulder, she could already feel that her jeans and sweatshirt were soaked. She raced towards the door of the Hotel and let out a sigh when she reached the small, dry lobby inside. As she slowly walked towards the front desk, she stopped behind a man with long, black head. This head seemed strangely familiar....

Her thought was interrupted by a shrill scream on the floor above.

alright, imma go in a different direction than Zomb and Eyeliner. After all, this 'hotel' needs 'workers' yes? And imma take a liberty with where this place is...

My name is Carolyn (seagreen) and I welcome you to the Hotel Belle Muerte. ()
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The Hotel Bella Muerte was a beautiful hotel. Gold chandeliars, Crystalware, Roaring fireplaces, and it lay right on Route 66, bringing business in like crazy. It was a little patch of heaven out on the open road. And Carolyn was happy as a clam to be a maid for such an institution. Maid work was not too difficult, and instead of pay, she was provided a free bedroom of her own and allowed to live in the hotel. Much better than any house in a Levittown she could have found, or an apartment. She couldn't have afforded them anyway, even with a salary.

And any day now, her dear George would come to the hotel and take her away for her happy ending. He was still in school, trying to make a living for himself. And once he got his degree, he promised Carolyn that they'd go off and 'ride into the sunset'. They'd have a home, a family...a life together.

She just had to wait for him. Just a few days more.

Carolyn was walking down the hall from her room she'd been given, 346, then looked down the balcony into the lobby. New Arrivals! In all the years she'd worked at the hotel, she always adored new guests. She'd seen so many. And now there were a group of five... No six, men in the lobby, and a young woman as well.

Her gaze was broken upon the scream of another, a woman, already settled in a room. She whisked down to the source, 237, and opened the door to the room, "Miss? Dear, are you all right?"

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so hopefully you guys get whats going on, but if you need help, just post something an ill explain. But i feel if i go ahead and post it now, it kinda ruins the fun

The guys all turned to look up towards where the scream had echoed from.

Six sets of eyes fell on the portrait hanging over the fire place...A beautiful yet somehow sad woman sat looking out over the hearth.
She had Long dark hair and was quite pale. She was draped in red velvet and her hands strategically holding the velvet in place as her head was bowed looking slightly over her shoulder. Yet her blue eyes seemed to look straight down on them.

"Damn..."

"Fuck...who is she? NO! WHERE is she?"

"She is not with in your reach..." A bright flash of lighting lit up the
sky outside, and through the windows the room. "She was the Mistress of the original owner...Their...heirs now own this hotel.."

A voice immediately behind them spoke making them jump.
They turned to see a man with shiny back hair and nails and kohl lined bright startling eyes speaking to them.

"I and my...cousin own it." His lips curled almost into a smile...but not quite.

"How may we serve you? Let us know how WE may arrange to make your stay more....enjoyable? I will instruct my staff to cater to your every whim while you revel in our... Hospitality."

"Fuck Gee ..he's looking at you like you look good enough to eat!"

"Shut Up Frank!" Gerard hissed trying to not piss his pants.

When Josephine saw the horror that was in her bed she ran from the room, nearly knocking into the girl outside her room.
"Miss? Dear, are you all right?"
Josephine shook her head as she heard movement below her, "there is something..." blood "in my bed."
The girl, who seemed to be ghostly pale in her maid outfit, frowned, "it shouldn't be...I just cleaned the room this morning."
Josephine looked at her, amazed since her room did not look like it had been lived in for years.
A moment later the girl came out, hands stained red, with a smile on her face. Seeing the blood on her made Josephine realize that she probably had it on her too.
"Bed is fine dear, what did you see anyway?"
Josephine shuddered, "there...there's blood..."
The young woman laughed, "that's just silly...the room is clean as can be."
Josephine frowned, unable to take this, and ran past the woman and down the stairs to ask someone else for assistance. In the lobby she caught site of a rather large group, all talking amongst one another. All conversations ended as she entered though.
"Please...someone...I think I need help."

Marilyn had been listening to the conversation happening around her between the 5 men and the dark owner of the hotel. However, she stopped paying mind to those things when a girl, just a few years younger than herself, bounded down the stairs.

Blood covering back back of her legs.

"Please...someone...I think I need help."

Marilyn had no idea what she could do, but she knew she had to help this distressed girl.

"Are you alright? Are...are you hurt?" Marilyn eyed the black haired owner of the old place. "Can we get this girl some water, please? A first-aid kit, maybe?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt...There's blood on my bed...The maid, she says there is nothing wrong..."

"Miss, surely you must be mistaken...Our.. staff takes the most care in preparing the rooms, there is absolutely no way that blood could have appeared on your sheets."

"But..-"

"However, you certainly may make use of our bathing facilities." The owner turned up one corner of his mouth, almost in a smile, and turned towards the front desk. "Reeves," he called to the ancient man at the front desk. Everyone in the room had almost forgotten that the man was there. "Show this young lady up to the showers."

The greasy old man slowly walked over to the young woman. "Come now, Miss Josephine. Let us get you all washed up..."

Marilyn felt uneasy as the old man led the girl up the staircase. She didn't like this...not one bit.

Fleur de Lis wrote:Carolyn ran to the guests bed..."oh No! Not again!"
She lifted the edge of the sheet to find a rotting cucumber...
"They show up in the Strangest places...My apologies miss."

MUAHAHAHAHA!! YES!!! I still say that should have been IN there... but thats good enough. Sorry ya'll, long story, inside joke.
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Carolyn watched with a slight frown as the young woman bustled downstairs. "The poor dear... the storm has got her frightened to death." Carolyn went back into the room and made another sweep. Not a speck of dust or cobwebs among the lamps, the writing desk was cleared, the bathroom's porcelain shined bright white and the mirror had not a speck on it. Carolyn smiled at her reflection and fixed her hair up a bit, "I certainly look the part of a maid, uniform or no... I hope George comes when I'm off duty. I want to look my best for him..."

Carolyn's hand slowly started to stop, and she let out a small sad sigh, "Please hurry, my love..." She added with a whisper. She shook her head and plastered the friendly smile back on her face. As she exited the bathroom, she saw the bed again. "Now what would frighten her so terribly..." She pulled the sheets back completely, laying them on the floor and sees the freshly washed, perfectly white sheets she'd put on the bed herself just this morning. She ran her hand along the fabric, soft as a feather and cool to the touch. Her frown grew as she pulled the sheets back up from the floor and remade the bed.

"Tonight is going to be a long night..."

"Show this young lady up to the showers."

The greasy old man slowly walked over to the young woman. "Come now, Miss Josephine. Let us get you all washed up..."

Marilyn felt uneasy as the old man led the girl up the staircase. She didn't like this...not one bit.

Suddenly there was a young girl who looked VERY like the one in the portrait. She wore a deep red stretch velvet off the shoulder top, and a pair of jeans she practically looked poured into. On her wrists and hands were black skeleton hand warmers and her eyes were kohl lined much like the owners. Her lips were glossed and shiny.
"No. Daniel Reeves you will not lead her to the showers. She is a Guest! Carolyn! Carolyn Dear where by all that's holy are you?"
Frank coulda swore the Owner of the hotel shuddered when she said that.

"Yes mam! I am here mam!" Carolyn almost...curtised.

"Good. See to it that she is taken to my suite and uses that bath. Then make sure ALL the guests rooms for the other young lady and these handsome, and I am assuming, Gentlemen are Properly ready as well.." She began to decend the steps and though she spoke to the staff her eyes were trained on the man that claimed to own the hotel.

"They have been inspected Angelica I-"

"I do not care!" She looked at if fire was about to shoot from her eyes. She stopped and took a deep breath.
"IF they were readied this morning..then strip them all and do so again. Jenkins go to the enclosed porch and make sure to bring in fresh fire wood. This storm may bring in a flurry of guests. We need to make them feel welcomed.." she glared at him for a moment before turning to smile at the just arrived gentlemen, giving them a gentle smile.

"Nothing warms one so much as a Roaring fire. Do you not agree..Mr...?"

Carolyn bowed politely to Miss Angelica. She and her... 'cousin' had been the owners for as long as she'd worked there, and she guessed probably longer. Though, she always had a small part of her that feared them. Something always seemed... off about them. Something she couldn't quite place.

But they were kind to Carolyn... if a bit on the creepy side. They, after all, were the ones who'd let her live in the hotel.

As Carolyn went to move away, she glanced at the new arrivals' faces. They were all quite handsome in their own way. One had crazy hair she'd NEVER seen... well, anywhere! And the majority of them wore their hair slightly long, and some covering parts of their faces. Perhaps they were part of the Beatnik movement or some other kind of 'rebel' cause.

Something seemed a bit familiar about the one she'd seen that seemed in charge of the group. He had, not identical, but similar features as someone she knew. Why, he almost looked like her own Darling George... Though not quite. Maybe he could pass for a brother. And Carolyn knew George was an only child.

Then, Carolyn noticed another one of the guests. He was off in the back, and he had a hood pulled up over his head. But as soon as Carolyn saw his face, she swelled up like a balloon, a bright smile crossing her face. For there, with his pointed nose, his hard jaw, his lanky physique and his glasses sitting elegantly on his nose... stood her George. Come back to retrieve her.

'OH MY GEORGE! MY DARLING MY LOVE! HE'S COME BACK TO ME!!' Carolyn looked down at herself and was HORRIFIED, seeing she was still in her maid uniform and her hair was a mess on top of her head. She quickly raced up the stairs before he noticed her. 'oh blast! I have been instructed to take care of that... 'Miss Josephine' as she is called first, then the guest rooms... But after... after I am free for the night, I shall dress in my best dress and surprise him, and we shall have a NICE dinner down in the dining hall! Oh my George! Oh you have returned! And Carolyn scurried quickly up the stairs, "Follow me, Miss Josephine, just up here!" she said brightly.

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dun dun DUUUUUN!

Josphine was greatful, if not a bit creeped out, by the young woman's generousity. Not only that, but the fact that she was getting her out of that frightening bloody room. Josephine looked around the room, looking over the men and woman in the room. The group of men looked familiar, as if they were famous. She was pretty sure that she had seen at least the dark haired guy in a few magizines in the front lounge of the music building at her campus. She allowed her eyes to trail along the group, one was short, one was geeky, one was fro'd, and the other...he just kept staring at her with something that looked between amazement and horror. At first she was flattered, then she remembered the blood and blushed deeply.
it was at this moment that the sickly looking girl, Carolyn, took her hand and lead her up the winding staircase toward Miss. Angelica's room.

Oh, you know why hotels creep me out? When I was 8, my Dad told me about the movie "Motel Hell". I was scared to death to stay anywhere that wasn't my house for at least a year.XD
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Marilyn retreated to the back of the room, plopping herself down on a scratched wooden chair, listening to the conversations going on around her. She was also trying to figure out where she knew that man from. It had been a few years, but she knew that face...

"Do you not agree..Mr...?"

"Way! Gerard Way..."

Alright, she DEFINITELY knew this man.

"Well, Gerard, I assure you and the rest of you gentlemen that you will receive only the best service."

After a moment, it finally clicked. Gerard went to art school with her older brother Sean...He sold her her old car!

She got up from the rickety chair and glided across the ancient floor, finally tapping the "stranger" on the shoulder. She smiled as he turned around.

"You were right about my Subaru XT, I never did have to wash it..."

OMB!!! My mom saw that on tv one night, like half way through the movie. She says it looks good, something about making people food, right?
I wanna see it and 'Boxing Helena', which is about a doctor obsessed with this bitchy woman and she ends up in an accident and losses her legs and is trapped with him. I didn't see the end...cause it ended at 3 in the morning and I like sleep.
...stupid weak body...
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"Come this way," the young girl said in a preoccupied voice as she unlocked a grand set of doors that led to 'Miss. Angelica's' chambers.
"T-thank you..." Josephine said softy, noticing that this room seemed to bit at least a bit cleaner.
"There are towels in the closet, and there should be a clean dressing gown in the bedroom that Miss Angelica will allow you to borrow."
Josephine nodded as she walked over to the large clawfooted tub.
"If you need anyone, just ring the call bell and someone will be by to help you."
Carolyn then left quickly, which was a relief to Josephine since she was not a fan of the girl's to begin with. Josephine then started the tap, watching to make sure that nothing weird was happening, like blood from the water. She was glad to see that it seemed all the frightening things were over for the night.
Josephine took a quick bath, not wanting to be alone in this creepy place much longer than she had to be.
As she stood from the tub, wrapping a towel around herself, she walked toward where Carolyn had said the 'dressing gowns' would be. She paused at the mirror, seeing that, though the room was filled with a hazy mist of heat, the mirror was not fogged over. As she made her way toward the mirror to see what was wrong with it she felt something...someone in the room with her. She froze in time, listening closely as soft nearly silent steps filled the bathroom.

Yep. From what I can remember, he would take the people who were staying at his motel, slit their throats, and then bury them in his garden with only their heads above the soil until he needed them. I think he made them into sausage?

I don't remember all the details, but the idea still scares me to death.XD

And dun dun dunnn.

whoa Zomb... I'll uh... I'll leave you to that then you have fun.

Lets check in with Carolyn... maybe?
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Carolyn left in a blur from Angelica's suite, lost in her own thoughts and excitement. She briskly walked through the empty hall, her mind buzzing with which dress to wear, how to fix her hair, should she find him or let him come to find her, what should she ask the cooks to make...

Then Angelica's voice echoed in her head, "Then see ALL the rooms... are properly prepared..."

Carolyn slowed to a stop. There were... seven guests down in the lobby. That would mean at least seven rooms to check. And that would be IF she could get Reeves to give her the room numbers. Reeves enjoyed making her life more miserable that necessary. She took the employee stairs back down and cautiously walked down the hall, trying not to draw attention from the guests still in the lobby, still talking with Miss Angelica. 'I just wish I could be invisible... I really don't want George to see me like this...

She tucked her head and walked behind the desk to Reeves, where he had returned to his post, "Reeves... wh-where will you be putting the guests?" she asked almost sheepishly.

He just gave her a big, insincere grin "Oh, I dunno dear... perhaps a few on the second floor, a few on the third... maybe a couple on the first..."

Carolyn's heart was sinking with each additional floor, "Could you tell me rooms please?... I... I had something I was going to try to do before it got to late... and I'm supposed to check the guest rooms before they check in..."

He sighed and gave her a sympathetic look, mocking her, "Well I am sorry Carolyn, but we will just have to see the availability when they decide to check in..."

Carolyn fought tears that were coming. But she also decided that fighting with Reeves was wasting precious times she could be checking rooms. She tried to talk against her tightening throat, "But... th-the first three floors?... Y-You'll keep them within the first three?"

Reeves just chuckled a mean chuckle and waved her away. Carolyn hung her head and headed back towards the rooms, trying not to cry as she went to carry out her task. She decided to start on the bottom and work her way up, that way she could go straight to her room on the third floor when she finished. As she was about to enter the first room at the end of the hall, she almost ran into the owner, standing in her way.

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Ray was looking around the hotel, listening to this, "Angelica" person and taking in as much as the hotel's features as he could, through all the cobwebs, lack of electricity, and very old furnishings. Then he glanced over at the desk clerk, and he seemed to be talking to... well no one. He elbowed Bob and whispered, "Yo... Is... Is he talkin' to himself over there?... Or what?"

Bob looked over and saw the guy chuckle and wave as if dismissing somebody, "I dunno... That guy looks like he lost a lot more than his youth."

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Carolyn jumped, "I-I'm sorry Sir... P-Pardon me Sir..."

"Have you checked the rooms yet, maid?

"N-No Sir... J-Just getting started Sir..." she stammered. He stood, looking at her down his nose with his arms crossed.

"Well hop to it... And I want not a thing out of place for our guests... Which rooms are you to check?"

"R-Reeves only told me he'd place them in the first three floors... he wouldn't tell me the rooms... D-Do you know, Sir?"

He scoffed at her, "Why would I know? Do I assign the rooms?

Carolyn shrank like a dog with its tail between its legs and she whispered, "No Sir..."

"That's right. I do not. So if I were YOU Miss Carolyn, I would get cracking... Did you have any plans tonight?" Carolyn opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the Owner once again, "Of course not. Now, I want those rooms impeccably tidy. If a single word of complaint reaches my ears... You WILL be contacted. Good night Carolyn..." he gave her an almost evil smile and patted her head, laughing as he swept from the doorway and down the hall, leaving Carolyn in tears as she went to check the first room.

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okay, so that was a bit longer than planned... but hey, i wanted to go!

The poor girl.:[