Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In]

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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-07-2014

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On the edge of the city, just north of Tsundoku Book Store by about two blocks rests a rather interesting-looking cathedral; something of the old world with a quality that can rarely be found anymore. By all accounts it should be the abode of a priest and nuns taking upon their daily activities. Though, some time ago it lost funding. People quit coming. And so, the cardinal for the area had it shut down and put it up for sale. A few years went by and no one seemed or appeared interested. People were saddened, wondering if anyone would purchase it. A few high-profile individuals considered buying it and turning it into a home; however, the work required to rehabilitate it wasn't worth it. Thus, they turned up their noses and it sat abandoned. Another year went by before people who lived in the area began to notice construction work. Windows were being repaired, things were being thrown out in a large dumpster, and, overall it was looking like something entirely new was going to happen. Eventually, a sign went up, claiming it to be retreat for whoever wanted to stop, prop up their feet, have a drink, listen to a few tunes, or stay for something... less than noble in one of the rooms offered. It boldly claims, to this very moment...

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When you enter through one of two sets of double doors you'll immediately note the open floor-plan. There are no pews and where the priest would have stated his daily sermon before an audience sits a round and elevated bar. To the immediate left and right of the entrance is a set of stairs leading up to a second level that is a wrap-around balcony, open so people can bend over it and see those below who are dancing in the middle of the room to whatever is playing at the time. The ceilings, higher above that, are like any cathedral; vaulted and expansive with windows, molding, and sculpture. Much of the old interior remains intact. Under the balconies are high-backed booths with enough seating at each one for six people. On the balconies themselves are doors leading to varying hallways that lead to rooms and other unexplored areas.

The decor is very old world. The owner kept with the solid wood tones, staining them if need be. Colored glass lets in natural light with a kaleidoscope of tones and hues dancing on the walls during the brighter hours, and also filtering of UV rays... if guests happen to be a certain... quality. Everything is carved wood, detailed not in simply angels, but in demons as well. Some of it can be traced to Europe--imports. Some of it might even have origins that predate the crusades...to a time with the world was just bit more... raw. The floors are covered in wood all the way through; but, the type used is zebra, giving the effect of a stripped floor in a very natural fashion that is both attractive and visually appealing. The archways, all of the ceilings, and the interior stonework is white-ivory marble; it gives the contrast between the darker woods a certain class of its own.

The bedrooms, if one chooses to use them, are all unique by theme. Some are styled by color, places around the world, and by mere fantasy alone. Though, there are hundreds of them for use. The owner can't recall herself what all of the themes are, but one is welcome to a surprise if they like.

It also houses a library and a music room; both of which are finely stocked and decorated in much the same fashion. Though, each of these will be beyond the bar at the very back. The door for the library is to the left and for the music room to the right. Both are rounded rooms; towers, really. The same marble and wood tones decorate them both. Couches, chairs, and all the supplies anyone would need are in both. The library itself has shelves that reach the ceiling; wrought iron stairs lead up to each level from sectioned platforms for the books to be reached. At the very top, the final set of stairs leads out to a balcony that goes all the way around the tower. Much the same is for the music room, but the stairs there wrap all the way around in a curling manner that hugs the wall until one reaches the top.

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Floorplan

A - Stairs leading up the the wrap around balcony.

B - The bar.

C - Wrap around balcony.

D - Library.

E - Music Room.

Open Spaces Between Walls - They denote doorways. Off the balconies are for hallways leading to rooms. Adjacent to the stairs are the two entrance doors. Behind the bar and under the balcony in the back are the two for the library and music room.

Rings Around Towers - Denote the balconies and the highest points of each tower.

Current Timeline

Date: Month 1/Day 5/Year 1
Time: 2 - 3 PM
Weather: Rain is clear; cloudy; partial sun.

Special Note: The events that were transpiring in AH are going be assumed as having happened the night before day 5. Anything that was going on day 2 was interrupted and washed over. Thanks!

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 11-10-2014

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/bob2/female/FotoFlexer_Photo_2.jpg]She had slept as she always had. Deep and nearly oblivious to the world around her outside of her dreams. And yet she felt even more aware of the world of dreams than ever before.

There was a scene that played over in her mind. A man pressing a woman to a door. His hands on her body and his lips on her own. Then the pair ripped at each other like animals intent on getting a bloody release. And the scene would end with a warm embrace before starting all over again. Each time the scene played out Seri was tempted to wake up and yet she couldn't. In a way, it was frustrating. But entirely worth every play though.

Each time the scene played, a little more became visible. She saw colors first, but it was very blurry and no details. Then the images were sharper and clear. Then last she saw faces. It was Saint and herself. But that didn't make sense. They couldn't stand each other. Saint picked on her much like a cruel older brother and she disliked him as any younger sibling would. He was funny, handsome, confident. She was strange, quiet and lack-luster. And yet the last scene played out with crystal clarity.

Which then pushed her off the edge of sleep and into consciousness. The first thing to notice was the colors of the bedding. Silk and cashmere. Soft and warm. Yet still, they were not black. Her room was very much all black. A dark room for a movie vampire with little to no imagination as far as decorations go. But she liked the view from the window and the touches of elegant details lost in the grand spectrum of the room. But this place. It was not Saydri's room or Rukas. True she had stayed the night there only once with the intention of sharing part of her story, but int the end the two women watched a historical documentary on on the lost city of Atlantis. Somehow, Seri was interested despite knowing they wouldn't find it. How could they.

So that meant that she was in someone else's room. Though her dream was fuzzy once more in her mind since she was awake, she knew it had some connection to where she was. And with in whose arms. A leg nestled between her own and an arm wrapped around her torso to graze her breast. At one point, the hand must have been grasping onto her breast, yet now it simply touched her. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it sent a shiver down her body in the hopes of getting more attention than just the slight graze of flesh. Silver blue eyes looked about the room and tried to find anything to show her where she was. A shirt or pair of shoes. Maybe a mirror or something reflective to show her the person holding her from behind.

Why she did not just pull away and look was based on the fact her body was very much still too heavy. As if she had exerted herself so completely as to not even have the strength to make a mental connection to the creature with in her mind. He was there, he always was, and yet he was still sleeping. How strange for her to wake up before he did. Just because they were connected did not mean that they were one and the same. He would sleep in the middle of the day. Sometimes be completely awake when she was sleeping. But these were very rare.

There was a scent finally, but she couldn't quite place it. Like burnt peppermint and molasses. Not until her eyes saw the bloody, ripped bedding on the floor that the vision and the scent clicked. The night before came back and Seri was carefully turning in Saints arms. First her torso moved to look at him, shifting slowly so as not to wake him should he need more sleep. Then her hips and legs moved, bringing her leg between his so his knee was between her legs once more. Like this, she looked up into his face while her bare breasts rested against his chest. Her nose nearly touched his with the way he curved his body around her. As if encasing her in his body and wrapping himself around her so entirely. Possessively.

Somehow, she didn't mind too much.

The night they shared and the emotions she felt were very strong while he creature slept. And Seri settled against him once more to snuggle with her lover. Even if it was only this once, it was very nice to be held and possessed in a physical way.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-18-2014

Somewhere on the fridges of his mind was a dream; it was one he probably would recall once he woke up. At present, his body was making fair work of healing whatever damage he'd done to it the night before. And pain was truly on the first things he felt--mild, but still there. The other first thing he felt was the chill from the body wrapped about him--the one currently shifting to face his front. The temperature was above his own. Being one who was accustomed to sleeping with a warm body, or, one around the same temperature as himself, left him thinking back to the night before.

Had his lover died while he slept? Damn, he hadn't turned someone... had he? And then bits of it started to come back before the whole of it made itself known.

Seri.

He yawned a first, just barely--not that he really needed to. At best, it helped stretch his jaw and the muscles therein. Next, however, his arms curled further, his legs twined in more around hers, and one hand came up to sift into the curls at the base of her neck. His free hand moved lower to grab at her ass and give a light squeeze. In the end he smiled, eyes still shut, and then gave her nose a soft nip.

"Not one to sneak out in the mornin', are ya, Kitten?"

Moving made him ache, but that was to be expected given the night they had. He didn't mind letting it replay in his mind a few times--especially when she was still curled up against him.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 11-18-2014

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She could not help but whimper as he shifted, pulling his warmth from her just the smallest fraction of a split hair, but enough to have her feeling cold once more. Her arms slipped around him as best she could and snuggled deeper into his chest even as he pulled her closer, held her that much more and copped a feel of her bottom. She ignored that last bit, glad that he held onto her still and delighting in the feel of him. Hand in her hair, body engulfed around her own.

Ahhh~...this was a nice feeling, to be sure.

<font color="#04dfd6]"N-not that I know of..."[/font]<font color="#08d3cb] [/font]she managed to breath out before she yawned and stretched her neck out a little to place her lips to his chin in an 'almost-kiss'. They touched his skin, but did not quite pucker for a kiss. But the feeling was there, just exhausted, and heavy. Heavy eyes looked up past a curtain of black lashes into his face. Eyes still closed and an expression of comfort. <font color="#04dfd6] "But-...That is, I like it right here. In these arms. With....you."[/font]

Now that was an odd thing to say, wasn't it. One night of great sex, the best she has ever had and perhaps the most fulfilling she will ever have, and she was acting like a smitten kitten. Biting her bottom lip in thought, Seri kept her gaze on him. <font color="#04dfd6]"That was-....foolish, wasn't it. I'm sorry."[/font] Lowering her gaze, she sighed and pressed her face into his collar bone, inhaling the scent of his skin and enjoying what she had for now. Who knew when he would need to leave. Not like she could stay here all day either. Though, truth be told she kind of wanted to not move for a very long time.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-18-2014

He laughed softly after she spoke, both at the words and the reaction to him. He wasn't laughing at her, even if she had no way of knowing that; he was laughing just at the very way Seri was. All fire and soft timid kitten, ready to burn you down or ease the hurt after one night of impassioned rough and tumble. Part of him wondered at just what the hell he had been thinking, playing at destruction that like. But then, as expected, he remembered exactly who he was.

Emerald and sapphire eyes, mismatched and as languid as his body, opened slowly--halfway--to stare down at the top of her head as she hid her face from view. He wondered if she was blushing, letting a bit of heat from some unknown place in her body rush to the surface of her paler-than-ivory skin to make it reddish pink.

Still, the smile remained on his face long after the laughter ebbed. "Nah," he started, yawning again after brushing off her apology, "pretty comfy m'self." And squeezed her to emphasize his point. "'M thinkin' I wish we had room service, though."

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 11-18-2014

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A breath escaped, a sigh to show she heard him laugh. Maybe not at her, she hoped, but at the feeling of the morning in general. Seri wanted to laugh as well, giggle or even give a deep chuckle to express her joy of being with him this morning. And yet she could only sigh and hold him as she had been, her right arm wrapped around his waist so fingers played in the ink black silk of his hair. Twirling the strands around her fingers and breathing softly against his skin.

Her heart thumped in a strange rhythm against her chest the longer she held him, a warmth in her body that reached her cheeks and yet was hidden under his chin. If he wasn't going to release her, then she would not complain. As she said before, it was nice in his arms. "ah-.." she squeaked out when he squeezed her, forcing a grin to spread along her lips so she too squeezed him against her in return.

"Room service....? I could go for some bug juice...." to be fair, she did not drink her sprite the night before and had no water, either. But that didn't stop her from placed her mouth on Saint's neck and giving him a little nip. She grinned at her own joke. It was really lame, and not that she would bite him to draw blood but pretending gained her another taste of him. "Hmmm~....or toast. I like toast."

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-20-2014

"Toast...?" he asked with a hum, thumb rolling over the space where her bum and lower back met. Toast didn't seem substantial, but then what did he know--being a blood sucker who ate human food for flavor... He especially didn't know exactly what Seri was, even if he knew she wasn't exactly human.

"Hmmm..." he hummed again, chest rumbling with the sound as the gave the base of her neck a scratch. "No room service means gettin' up and makin' it. Moving ain't my prerogative at the moment." He exhaled a sigh and then inhaled, taking in the scent on her hair even as he burrowed his nose into the top of it.

Honestly, if he thought about last night too much he'd question why it happened in the first place. And really, he was always happy to have a body in bed with him in the morning regardless of the whys or hows. Well, so long as the whys or hows didn't land him any deader than he was by nature.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 11-21-2014

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His question seemed odd to her. Was there something wrong with toast? It was warm, soft and yet crunchy bread. Paired with a touch of cherry preserves or butter there was almost nothing better. Unless one sprinkled a bit of sugar and cinnamon or bought chocolate-hazelnut. THEN there was nothing better. But still, she did not eat often but when was a 'socially' acceptable time. Otherwise, she could eat enough food for a small village in south Africa. Perhaps Saint's weight in food...

"Yes. Toast. I like the-...crunch of it." her voice was low and soft, as if afraid to speak her thoughts.

As she started to close her eyes again from the amazing feeling of his hand lightly scratching the base of her neck, Seri gave a very girlish giggle at his admission. He didn't want to move away from her either. It should be worrisome. Her lack of physical contact with anyone after her last companion's disappearance and the events the night before. But she was a grown adult, so was he. No one had died, and in face it was the most fun she had in a very long time.

Why think about the past and it's gifts when one could live in the feel of someone's arms and body all around them.

"I don't want to move neither. Not for a long while." looking up at him, Seri stretched her body and placed her lips on the corner of Saint's mouth. She did not kiss, but instead spoke again. "Toast can wait....jelly butt." Now she kissed him. Cold and soft. Fingers lightly dragging down his spine before she gave his butt a playful poke. Not a jab or sensual touch, but assume as a child would when first trying jello.

The grin that followed was very playful and yet happy. Always empty and void of emotion, the look seemed natural despite her usual mask.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-23-2014

As she spoke softly he was once again reminded of how timid she could be. Which, in his own head made for good laughter. No at her expense, but his own and many others. He had no doubt there were many other who'd taken Seri at face value only to be unpleasantly surprised. Then again, for all he fuckin' knew he was the only one who'd had that kind of ride with her.

Soft was ok too.

He raised an unseen brow at her comment. When she moved and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth he smirked, one corner of his mouth tugging in that was both languid and cocky. The poke on his ass caused him to stop scratching and laugh. The sound had his eyes closing even as it barked out. He was still laughing as she kissed him, noise half muffled under her lips.

He was meeting her grin with one of his own, fangs and all, as she pulled away to look at him. "Like it when you smile, Noona; even when it's at my expense."

Really, he wasn't hungry. People food was for taste, and he'd had enough of Seri's life elixir to sate him for at least the day. Staying in bed sounded like a good idea.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 11-23-2014

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The rumble of his chest when he laughed was warm. Not in the sense one had when taking a hot bath, but in the sense of that tingling after something good happened. A new job, that free cup of juice smoothie. The little things always made that warmth appear in her body. A contentment she had not shared with many.

"Noona...? I kind of like that....." once more snuggling against him, Seri rubbed her nose into his collar bone. Nuzzling and cuddling against him. And his scent. He was perhaps not as hot blooded like many others. Saydri was by far the hottest body she has had the pleasure of cuddling with, yet Saint's warmth was different.

Lightly, she pushed against his shoulder - urging him to lay on his back so she could drape herself across his body. Her head on his chest and legs wrapped in his so as to delight in the feel of his skin in her hands. With her hair trailing behind her. "I have reason to smile, Oppa." Pale silvered blue eyes looked up at Saint and she played her finger tips across his side.

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 11-25-2014

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar] <font color="cd43f8]The Cathedral was quiet, no one seemed to be moving around the large building. The majority of the occupants seemed to be asleep after a night of dancing and drinking, or for others – hard work. Admittedly it wasn’t that pleasant outside either, a steady pour of rain and the faint clap of thunder in the distance made the idea of venturing out unappealing, and the large building just a little chilly. Yet within the Music Room there was a stirring of activity, from within the shadows two male figures emerged, though only one stepped from the darkness.

 He brushed the platinum strands back from his face. The strands reaching past his waist and pulled into a ponytail, the shorter strands framed his face and fell over his forehead, almost obscuring the black star that dangled from the lobe of his left ear. Long black lashes framed deep purple eyes, the same colour that appeared to have been used for the tattoo that graced his right cheek which was merely two stripes moving up onto his cheek.

 Reaching out he adjusted the cuff of his coal coloured jacket over his lilac silk collared shirt. The jacket was ornately stitched but the black thread wasn’t overtly flashy, the jacket reaching his hips to settle over the black slacks and match black shined shoes. The clothing emphasized the pale colour of his skin as well as the broad shoulders and toned body, fitting him perfectly - a feat at six foot seven.

 The amethyst eyes swept around the darkened room with deep interest at the instruments that it housed, wanting to do nothing but investigate. But first he needed to get rid of his tag along. His gaze returned to the other and he laughed, the sound musical in the silence of the room. “You worry too much.” He stated, voice soft but filled with amusement as he answered the other person – though their question had been unheard. “Don’t worry I won’t be gone too long, I just need a break, I’m sure you can hold down the fort without me for a few weeks.”

 “The last time you said that, you were gone months. I will come get you like I did the last time if you do not return,” said the other dryly before they disappeared seamlessly into the darkness with the slightest ripple.

 He didn’t let the last comments bother him, instead he turned around once more, fingers sliding along the wall looking for drapes but instead his fingers brushed against cold glass. As his eyes adjusted he realised it was letting the watery light into the room. “Mm…that’s not very enlighting, I wonder where the light switch is." [/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 11-26-2014

<img style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar-1.png" style="avatar] <font color="9ce619] Saydri padded out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, droplets of water sliding along tanned skin as he moved over to his chest of draws in search of something to wear. The bathroom was thankfully one of the few places he had yet to destroy on a regular basis - other than breaking the tap once or twice. It really was inconvenient at times to have his seemingly flawless ability to break technology without meaning to.

 Damp auburn strands curled lightly around his shoulders, slender plaits thread through the thick strands. He dried himself off with the white towel in quick even movements before dropping the towel, lifting his arms over his head and yawned softly as he stretched out all of his muscles. He wasn't usually a late sleeper, even with the influence of his feline side, but the rainy and cold weather had made it decidedly difficult to find the incentive to get up.

 He pulled on boxers, followed by a pair of black jeans and a three quarter-sleeved shirt in emerald green and black horizontal stripes before picking up his headband, putting it on to keep his hair out of his face. Bare foot he left his room and moved down the long hallway, though silver eyes picked up no sign of anyone else being awake or any customers. Saydri moved through the building and towards the kitchen once his bare feet touched the floor of the lower level. Continuing into the state of the art room he slipped through the large doors and was once more surprised Ruka had yet to ban him from the room. Though thus far he'd only damaged it once and Seri had been around to fix the damage thankfully.

 His gaze softened slightly at the thought of her, she was so soft and warm...cute even, especially when she smiled. She was also likely still asleep, he'd already learned quickly that she disliked getting up early and rarely got up before she had to.

 Moving towards the fridge he pulled out a bottle of juice before padding back over to the cupboard to pull out a glass.
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Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Blade - 11-26-2014

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Saint01.png]"Big sister? Sounds 'bout right." Another grin as he resumed scratching at just the base of her skull, deft digits--both slender and large--half curled and combed through rings and loops for strands. He would run his nails along her scalp carefully as he moved the limb in an upward motion; then, upon reaching a certain height, he would spread his fingers just so--combing--and then start the process all over again. The action was steady, practiced, and entirely lazy.

An outside viewer might say he had a thing for long hair, especially given his own lengthy locks. Truthfully, he just liked waking up to someone else; the idle action was just a bonus he knew they both enjoyed--even if it wasn't at the forefront of his mind just then.

When she nudged at him he indulged her, wrapping muscled arms about her waist to hold her nimble form to his. The grip wasn't entrapping, but he did hold her well enough to keep her there.

Thumbs rolled down her bare bottom as he took hold, palms settled.

"Do ya?" he asked, hint of a grin still on his face as he relaxed back into the pillows once more. Mismatched depths were alight with mischief and humor. "If that's a hint for 'nother round, you might have to wait, Kitten. I think my dick decided to finally take a nap after last night's ride."

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 11-26-2014

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/sidebar3.png" style="max-width:35%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar] <font color="cd43f8] He walked around the room, fingertips following the wall as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting though still he was hoping to encounter a light switch. Instead his fingers brushed against hard wood before coming to the cool metal of a door knob, his wrist turned, unlatching the door and it swung open soundlessly. Inquisitive amethyst eyes perused the area outside of the Music Room, it was lit here it seemed - a long neutrally decorated hallway that ended in another door, and he assumed it led back to the rest of the Cathedral.

 Using the light from the hall he found the light switch this time, it was to his right on the wall. Flicking the switches turned on many victorian wall lamps that gave a warm glow to the spherical room. Impressively large, though not surprising considering the size of the Cathedral itself. Rain drummed against the window panes and he assumed the lighting would be unnecessary when there was sunlight, he could now see that there were numerous stain-glass windows that spaced the walls of the Music Room.

 To his right there was a staircase, curved it wrapped around the walls of the music room made of bronze coated iron. He had no doubt that people afraid of heights wouldn't enjoy those staircases - the stairs and balcony themselves were sturdy, in addition to an ornate railing. However, you could see through the grate and to the floor below quite dramatically. It would of course be quite a dramatic view, but perhaps not for everyone. Looking upwards, it appeared that there was a door up higher that led outside, and if it was a nicer day he would have been tempted to investigate - perhaps later.

 He had been quietly turning in a circle, allowing his gaze to skim over the building and he stopped in order to focus on the details of his surroundings now. The walls were cream and didn't lack any of the intricate detail that would have been common in the era of its creation. Over the hardwood floors there were large rugs overlapping one another on the edges, perhaps Persian though it was unknown if they were genuine or not. Swatches of vibrant colours - copper, black, blues, reds and golds...though there were areas where the hardwood showed through for more than a glimpse, surprisingly the floor appeared to be blue-stained.

 Ornately carved couches and armchairs were comfortably upholstered in brilliant jewel shades, occasionally mixed with a chaise lounge or other seating with ornate lamps and coffee tables. Furniture was grouped together for comfort and for privacy, allowing for quiet conversations or playing without directly affecting others.

 There were also a number of victorian straight-backed chairs, that were perfect for instrument playing - allowing more comfort, and numerous stands off to the side for music books. It was a collectors paradise and obviously someone had taken a lot of time and effort to put together the room. It was difficult to tell which were genuine antiques mixed with the reproductions, but it didn't detract from the whole. The room was eclectic to say the very least, such a strange meshing of styles and yet somehow it worked. Bright jewel tones, golds, woods and bronze. Victorian meets bohemian, meets India and throw in a generous splash of well traveled collector and you might be close in describing it...but then seeing was believing. [/font]

Inverted Cathedral [Month 1/Day 5/Year 1] [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 11-26-2014

<img style="Lyta Fiera" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/lyta_zpsk848tfg6.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]The scent of "other" ran through this place like the rhythm that breathed inside a Brazilian anthem. Damn. Damn. Damn. Lyta Fiera never should've walked so near the doors, for despite dimming from the rain, the undertone was all pheromones, and booze, and smokes.

It was 5 o'clock somewhere, but drinking wasn't why she'd come to the Cathedral that afternoon. No, this place portended to be a home for the wandering, perhaps for the...unusual...and that was certainly she, on both counts.

Finding her patron fucking her understudy had been the last straw.

No. No, that wasn't quite right, for though her vixen had turned into a lust-crazed whore at the scent of sex filling her flat, and the discovery had incensed her so much her performance contract became invalidated, the last straw wasn't until she'd gone for a walk to let her emotions breathe.

A walk that had ended with the flash of a blade and months in the hospital.

With no relations or contacts to vouch for her wereabouts, bank account emptied into doctor's pockets, her flat had been rented in the interim, her belongings shoved into a storage bin that had then been auctioned before she could rise from her bed.

She had little to her name but the lattice-backed blue and white flowered cotton dress she'd entered the ER in, the money she'd had in her wallet, the navy blue pumps she'd had on her feet. Her muscles were weary from lack of use, her formerly wavy brown hair limp, her once-vivacious wide brown eyes now dull, even the beast within her behaved as though whipped.

And the fox shifter's once golden, pure, lyrical soprano tone was reduced to something akin to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.

Lyta peered up at the great doors and noted the end of the phrase that she hadn't seen before. A sinking sensation caught at her feet and tugged. This might not be a place for her after all. For she was certain she was lost, too.

Letting the door close behind her and her fox sift through the scents until the vixen settled, she shook out the rain-battered umbrella she'd been given on her way out of the hospital doors, folded it in patient movements. Lyta had never cared for things before, but knowing the way her life had turned out, how chilled even warm rain was to her current attire, "things" now became treasures. She wasn't far from not knowing where her next meal would come from. She didn't know yet where she'd stay. This was the third place she'd tried, but her funds didn't lend themselves to the same manner of upscale living she'd been accustomed. The first hotel hadn't even let her through the doors--name recognition meant nothing when one was no longer headlining on a stage. She may as well have been erased. How long she stood there by the doors she couldn't say. What if they said no, too? She'd have to move on to the next place, and watch yet another hope be crushed under managerial heels. Perhaps, she thought with a chilled shudder that made her fox's fur go on end within her, the vixen mournful and curling ever tighter into itself, she'd have to sleep in a gutter.

Her wet footsteps didn't echo in the greatspace, the long, open floor that led to the bar. In a cathedral like this wouldn't have been designed to, the sounds intended to rather float from specific points of the structure. Like the balcony, from where choral notes would've been flung. Her throat ached with the reminder, bittersweet agonizing memory.

Still, Lyta forced her feet forward. No one stopping her progress meant she could curl up in a stool by the bar and wait with this unending patience she seemed to have acquired, perhaps continue to put off the inevitable until she was forced to ask.