1. Min-seo O. Moon - Brooke

2. Alexa Rogers - Winter

3. Rebecca Williams - Writer

4. Olivia Levesque - Gracia

5. Dr. Deryn Peters - Tyberious

6. Sebastian Yarrow - JBE

7. Sergeant Rosa - Fidelity

8. Oliver Yelquan - Darkking

9. Reserved - Marigold

10. Phoebe Blanc - Quill

11. ??? - ???

Thanks for applying, everyone! Darkking, Marigold, and Quill should make their characters before October 1st, and there's also one more spot left!

Here's my start:

Min-seo Moon:

The lobby was more tense than a seance conducted at gunpoint. And Min-seo Moon had been in more than one seance conducted at gunpoint.

Perhaps it was the raging whirl of the snow outside the hotel, or the hacking cough that occasionally echoed from the man behind the desk. Perhaps it was the way that no one spoke to one another. Perhaps it was the lingering, almost permeable feeling of being watched by someone or something.

She tapped her fingers absentmindedly against the side of her EMP meter, which was shut off and on her waist, and chewed a stick of gum.

A woman with floppy dark hair stood at the side of the room, trying to get a signal on her phone. She muttered something to herself and turned it off, leaning against the wall. From a distance, she looked like a smudge of olive green and camoflauge.

Min-seo needed her glasses.

Another girl sat on a couch nearby, with her legs tucked to the side, and looked like tragedy incarnate. Min-seo almost laughed at the auburn-haired girl, so despondent-looking in the corner. She looked like a Margaret Keane painting.

If any one of us is secretly a ghost, it’s her, Min-seo thought.

On the opposite end of the emotional spectrum (and on the opposite side of the couch) sat a tan young womanl with a bright smile and a twinkle in her eye, somewhat dulled by unspoken nerves. A nervous-looking man in a brown vest crossed the room in front of Min-seo and bit his nails, pausing to glance out the window.

A redhead sat next to a ginger--it sounded like the beginning of a corny joke--and blew her choppy red hair from her eyes. The ginger, who looked like a secret agent, huddled over a form without glancing up, stopping only to mutter something to himself.

There were still two more people in the room: an elderly woman, who surveyed the room from a seat near the fire, and a man who leaned against the wall with dark eyes and a dusting of stubble. He might have been handsome, if not for the leather-quality of his skin.

Manual labor? Wondered Min-seo. She bored of people-watching and decided it was time to interview. She flipped the pocket recorder on her belt to the on position and picked her victim at random, pointing to each person in the hall.

“Eeny… meeny… miney…” her finger stopped on the ginger-haired man.

“Him.” She smiled to herself and walked over.

The man didn’t look up until she was standing just in front of him. He gave her an irritated quirk of an eyebrow. The redheaded girl sitting in the armchair near him nodded at Min-seo.

“‘Scuse me,” Min-seo said, standing up straight. “I’m Min-seo Moon, explorer and investigator of the unusual.”

The ginger man made a small noise of disbelief. Min-seo’s smile faltered for a moment.

“So, what, ghost hunter?” the redhead asked. “Oh, and I’m Phoebe.”

“You could say that.” Min-seo shook Phoebe’s hand. “Except I use methods that work.”

A small, humorless chuckle flickered from the ginger man’s lips.

“Sorry?” asked Min-seo. She was used to her fair share of skeptics, but it seemed he was particularly dismissive.

“Full offense, but I… strongly doubt that you’re telling the truth.” the man said. He had a French accent.

Min-seo crossed her arms. She met his eyes with her own blue-lined ones and shook her head.

“I understand, but I know what I’ve seen.”

“Wow, really? Then I’m completely convinced. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to continue my work. Have fun on your ghost hunt.” The ginger went back to his papers. His biting remark made the corner of Min-seo’s eye twitched. The redhead looked on with interest.

Min-seo tapped him on the shoulder. His head jerked up. “What?” he snapped.

“Name.” Min-seo said.

“What?” he repeated.

“Your name. What is it?” Min-seo asked.

The man hesitated, then replied: “Dr. Deryn Peters.”

Min-seo took one of his hands and shook it with hers. “Then congrats, Dr. Peters,” she said. “You’re currently staying in one of the most haunted places I’ve ever visited, and I’ve spent the night in the Aokigahara forest.”

Deryn rolled his eyes and sighed. “Great. Can you go, now?”

“Sure, for now,” Min-seo smiled with only the right corner of her mouth. “But mark this, Dr. Peters. By the time you leave this hotel, you’ll be a believer.”

Min-seo waved to Phoebe and walked off. The staff strictly enforced the rule “BE IN YOUR ROOMS BY TEN AT NIGHT”, and it was almost ten, anyway. She walked to her room with a skip in her step and whistled a half-remembered song she’d heard on the radio. Curiosity overcame her, and she pulled her EMP Meter from her holster.

She switched it on. It reacted as though it had been shot, buzzing and beeping and glowing. Min-seo grinned as she walked down the lamplit wooden hallways, footsteps lost in the carpeting.

She stopped outside of her door and took out her key, holding her EMP Meter under her arm. When it pointed behind her, she felt it buzz even more quickly. She whirled.

A cat sat in the hallway behind her.

In her early days, she would have sighed in relief and reached down to pet it. She’d seen enough innocent-looking ghosts to know better, now. She took a tentative step forward and kept the meter in front of her as it ticked up and up and up.

She looked away for less than a moment, to retrieve the ghost-repelling blessed water she’d been gifted by a shaman in Columbia.

When she turned back, the cat was gone. She cursed herself, but a smile was already on her lips.

This was going to make her book sell out.

I bite my nails subconsiously as I glance around the Hotel, something about this place makes me uneasy. I notice that I'm biting my nails and stop, then I look at my watch "10:58!"  I jump up and dash to my room, almost crashing into the girl that was observing us earlier "S-Sorry"

"My fault entirely, My name is Min-seo Moon," she states "explorer and investigator of the unusual."

"Oliver Yelquan, but you can call me Oli" Suddenly the device in her hands starts beeping in rapid concession just as a headache crashes down on my head. It feels like someone is trying to crush my head with an anvil from the inside. My watch starts to beep as my consious starts to fade 10:00 pm.

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AW sure, I don't see why not! IhavetodostuffsoI'mgonnagonowbye!

aihh

Are you scared Mor? We'll protect you!

We're ghosts Harli.

You're making her feel worse shhh *hugs Mor*

Sergeant Robark~

Rosalind Robark sat still, perched on a large leather armchair. Her hand were intertwined, laying casually on her lap. The lobby of the hotel was almost empty. The staff had made a big deal of staying in your rooms during the night, and most of the hotel goers had complied.

Now all she had to do was wait. So she did.

As she sat there, she made a note of the people still in the lobby. A young women with bright, bubbly eyes and clear tan skin sat on a large taupe couch. A stiff looking man was hunched over in a corner. He looked to be in his 20s, but he had the composition of a posh reporter. Young people these days...I examined the person infront of the man. Now we're talking!

She was a downright interesting looking individual, with her bright blue eyes and makeup. Her hair was coiffed into one of those hipster hair thingamagigs, with some blue clinging on to the ends. 

But it wasn't just her bold fashion sense that stood out, it was the way she stood with confidence and poise. 

"Explorer and .... of the unusual." Sergeant Robark's ears perked up. 

"....strongly doubt you ... telling the truth." The stiff man replied, doubt lacing his voice. 

Their conversation ended, and the the girl disapeared down a hall. In her hand was a small device that I recognised. A faint smiled played on her lips. Rosalind pushed herself out of the chair (with a little difficulty) and scooted in her direction.

Down the hall, there was a rapid beeping. And there she was, the girl and another boy, collapsed on the floor. She was squating next to him, her expression a mixture of shock and excitement. She looked up, and saw an elderly women ambling towards her. 

"Don't mind me, I don't know what happened to him!" The girl stood up and started fiddling with her device. The Sergeant had a knowing smile on her face.

"I believe you." The girl paused, and looked up at Sergeant Robark's twinkling eyes. She narrowed her own warily.

"You aren't a ghost are you?" The Sergeant laughed heartily.

"No, but I'm looking for one. And I think something is going on in this place." 

<3 Fidelity 

I was just writing my post and realized that my math genus self gave my points a calculation of 18! Woohoo! So I'll change my sense of self-preservation to a 4, and that will give me my 15 point total.

Here we go!

Olivia sat on a couch in the lobby of the most run down hotel she had ever seen, let alone stayed in, and thought. She might have looked bubbly and excited on the outside, bt on the inside, she felt sick. She grew tired of lookig around, and glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 9:53. She wasn't used to retiring so early, but It had been a long day. So she slowly got up and walked down the hall, to open her room door. It took her three times, but she finally got it. She then walked inside. Her smile faltered, but stayed on. Uh, it looks like they at lest tried, she thought. There was an old bookcase with torn paperbacks lining each of the five shelves, and an armchair covered with dust. The bed looked like it hadn't been slept on in years. She opened the closet door and let out a little shriek when a tiny spider crawled out. If this were New York, Olivia would have gone down to the lobby and politely asked for a new room. But this was the middle of nowhere, and Olivia didn't think she would be back in New York anytime soon. So she got changed, flopped down on the surprisingly comfortable bed, and drifted off to sleep.

Rebbeca~

It's funny how what we onced loved as children can be so hated as adults. This snow in this case. What we love to play and create can also burden and destroy. To sides of the coin of life and death.

As I bore myself with the snow and my pathetic thoughts, a woman looks at me, the look of suspicion falls on me as she scans the room.  She almost laughs. I could tell. She's probably thinking of how depressing I look. I don't blame her.

She goes around. Introducing herself to a few as Min-Seo Moon. Investigator of paranormal activity. I scuff. I though I believe it does exist. Most are just scams. Though some do believe their work to be true. None have ever seen or felt a ghost.

There is an eldery woman as well. She has my respects, delaying the inevitable and still in good condition... I'm impressed.

By the time 9:57 rolled around, the woman next to me was already gone... So full of optimism...It's a shame one day her dreams will be crush and she'll see how terrible the world really is, but oh, I digress. I go into my room and just sit on the bed. It pains me that I'll be later, but I guess dear sister will have to wait...

12:27 AM...

I still can't sleep. Death hangs in the air and my exhaustion taunts me with sleep. The flowers I gotten are wilted, and soon I will as well. Maybe not tomorrow but death finds us all. The room chills as a dim light approached.

"Don't tell me it's morning already..." But I noticed that the light wasn't coming from my window, but rather, from on top the dresser,  it appears to be a figure. Sitting... Humming... She has auburn hair with a rose in her. It flows in the nonexistent wind. She appears to only be in her early teens and in an outfit I remember to this day, caked in blood, and torn...

She hums our Mother's song... 

~Theodore

Theodore pulled a very dull pencil out of his suit pocket and scribbled his name and the time hastily in the guestbook at the front desk of a very ominous hotel. 

"You've got the time wrong," Theodore nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the receptionist's tired voice.

"Oh- oh- do I?" Theodore stammered nervously.  "Ahem, I mean-" he glanced at
his watch, erased 8:57 and replaced it with 9:57, "Thank you." he said
curtly to hide how uneasy the atmosphere made him feel.  He turned
and started towards the hall.

"You also forgot your key," the receptionist said unamusedly, "and your room number."

Theodore jumped.  He grabbed the key, holding it with two fingers as if it were something revolting like a dead spider.  He checked the number on the tag dangling on the aged key.  Written in black sharpie it read "102".  Wonderful.  He wouldn't have to ask to be switched to the first floor, especially as the receptionist was looking testy.

"Curfews at ten.  Strictly enforced," the receptionist called after him as he strode shakily across the lobby.  As Theodore turned the corner to one of the hallways  he caught a glimpse of the whole lobby. 

There was a boy collapsed on the floor.

Theodore let out a squeak like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.  His knees buckled and he slammed against the wall, heart racing a mile a minute.  He drew a breath shakily, trying to slow down his hyperventilation.  His head had switched to fight or flight mode, and the latter was winning by a landslide.  Actually, one had to wonder if Theodore ever had a "fight" half of his instincts.  Some voice in the back of his mind cursed the fact that he had never been able the beat his thanatophobia.

Letting out a whimper, Theodore reached for the doorknob.  He let out a silent thanks to the receptionist for giving him a room so close to the entrance as he slid into the room slamming, latching and locking the door and switching on the lights in one swift motion. 

I've never done the CB style of RP before, so I'd appreciate any tips/corrections.  I'm a little apprehensive about controlling other people's characters.

So, I see there is one more spot. IT'S MINE!

Name: Kaley Collins

Age: 21

Apperence: Dark brown silky hair that goes down to her waist, Beautiful grey eyes, a black shirt with black torn jeans and a black leather jacket

Personality: Brave, mysterious, but will protect her freinds at ALL COSTS. (Like, she would give up her life to protect them)

Destination: California

Bravery: 8 out of ten

Survival Skills: 4

Sense Of Self-Preservation: 3

What the spirit connected to her is like: It is the spirit of her stepdad, who died because of her, but she doesnt like to talk about it. (I know that sounds wrong, im sorry im sorry im sorry, she is a good person!!!!!)

Crushes/Ships: Not currently but if anyone wanted to be shipped with her that is welcome!

Quote: "I dont Hide, I fight"

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PLZ LET ME JOIN!!!!!

-Zora 

Sebastian~

The blizzard came on sudden. As if the world itself was trying to knock me off my feet. I've seen storms, storms that make you pray you won't get blown off the face of the earth by the sheer wrath of nature. But that was when I was at home. At sea, rather. It's been so long, the two words have become synonymous in my mind.

But I'm not at home anymore. I'm stuck in between homes, between the home I left and the home I'm trying to find. And an unfamiliar pickup truck borrowed from the marina is a far cry from the fishing vessels I've grown so used to manning. In fact, I barely remember how to drive at all. I wouldn't trust myself on a clear night, let alone one such as this.

So it was that accursed mansion, that dimly glowing beacon off the side of the road which became my savior that night, whether I liked it or not. Such an intimidatingly large property, it seemed to groan under its own weight like an ancient whale who has overstayed its welcome in this world.

I pause for a moment in front of the entrance, wondering if I should press on, if I would be any good to my family if I entertained the idea of staying in this godforsaken place.

You won't be any good to them dead, either. 

So I enter the lobby, my hat and jacket caked with snow. I slam a handful of bills down in front of the receptionist, who looks just as miserable as this place feels.

"One night. I can't stay here."

"With that storm, I can't guaruntee that you will leave after a single night, sir."

"I'll leave when I leave."

"Whatever you say, sir. The curfew is at ten. I suggest you follow it." I am handed a room key, but I'm in no hurry to use it. I can't sleep in this place, not knowing my family is counting on me to come home. Where home is exactly, I can't exactly recall...

But one thing's for certain, it's not here.

I walk over to the fireplace, and lean against the wall, allowing the flames to dry my drenched clothing. There are several other lost souls around me who have managed to wander into the middle of nowhere, but I make no attempt to converse with them. After all, I won't be spending much time here. At least, that's what I want to believe. What I need to believe.

I extract a rectangle from my coat pocket, a family photo of me, my wife, and my two children. The only one that exists. It's my sole source of comfort in a place like this.

I'll find my way to you. I promise.

 Min-seo Moon:

"Don't mind me, I don't know what happened to him!" Min-seo said, backing away from the unconscious boy. She quickly glanced at her EMP-Meter, but it had gone back to its ordinary (though high) level of ticking, not the extremely high rate it had been a few seconds before. She wondered if Oli had been a victim of some form of spiritual attack. She had to admit, the prospect excited her.

"I believe you." The woman's remark startled her. She looked up and narrowed her eyes. Was this some new-age woman? No--she looked too hard and strong. Min-seo tried to crack a joke.

"You aren't a ghost are you?" 

The woman laughed. "No, but I'm looking for one. And I think something is going on in this place." 

Min-seo nodded. "Agreed. If you'd like, you and I can work together on my project. I'm getting to the bottom of what's happening here."

"Good plan," the woman said. "I'm Sergeant Robark. I heard your name earlier."

"I'm glad," Min-seo said, "Because we should probably find help for this guy."

Robark looked down at the boy and squinted. "Oh, yeah. Y'know, there's a guy out there who kinda looks like a posh reporter, but I think he might be a doctor. Give him a yell?"

Min-seo smiled. "I met him. Hey, Deryn! Are you a doctor?"