▲ what's life without a little death?
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hotel co-owner/serial killer
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Post by JAMES HENLEY on Apr 6, 2016 21:16:20 GMT -6
tugging at the bottom of his suit, james stood momentarily before the mirror. it was a refreshing sight, gazing at the familiarity of his reflection. dressed in a 30s style pinstripe suit, the look quickly became a trademark of sorts. it was no secret that james took pride in his outward appearance, proper attire matching his combed back dark hair. apart from the hotel, his wardrobe was the only thing that felt normal to him. the new generation, it was something that james grew to hate. everyone was so mindlessly consumed by technology, faces plastered to mobile phones that were never put down. what happened to genuine conversations? the man refused to conform, despite zooey's insistent nudges on teaching him. to be honest, he was more than content in staying within hotel california's comfort. the establishment was his home, and really, the only tie he had left to his time period.
placing a mobster-style hat upon his head, james finished the look by grabbing his cane. after locking up, the male departed toward the elevator. there were a handful of rooms that he occupied, each serving a different purpose. the seventh floor remained abandoned, which is where he did most of his... work. but, for sleeping arrangements, he normally stayed to his room on the sixth floor. regardless, james rather enjoyed what each level had to offer, knowing better than any of its secrets. he was careful in constructing the renovations, noting where he wanted each and every special addition. the man was a visionary, one who prided himself in his work. he had continued on with legacy for centuries now, without so much as getting caught. well, aside from his little suicide stunt. still, the authorities were plagued with an unsolved case, a string of brutal murders with little for answers. who was the serial killer they had failed to catch? why, it was none other than james himself.
a light smile played across his lips, dark orbs gazing down at the patterned carpet with each step taken. its decor was unique to the city, being that no other hotel shared the 1920s theme. they may have been stuck in the past, but there was nowhere that james would rather be. moving into the elevator, he pushed the button to the second floor, standing with his free hand cupping his wrist as he faced the closing doors. with the faint sound of ding announcing his presence, james stepped out of the elevator, approaching the railing to momentarily gaze over the lobby. it came as no surprise, the lack of life flowing through the halls. few guests wandered into the hotel, though it continued to thrive. it was always refreshing to see a new face, even more so among the staff. he worked alongside the same individuals for quite some time now, becoming familiar with each employee. the man picked up on their habits, and oh, how they knew who james was. despite the never-ending secrets, it was evidently hard to conceal his pleasures. it went without saying: the maids were privy to his habits, being that they cleaned up the messes.
turning his attention toward the bar, he caught sight of eliza, already in the process of preparing his usual drink. "ah, liz. you are too good to me." grabbing the glass within his hand, james could all but grin at her response, speaking in her charming yet sassy tone. he had grown quite fond of the woman, and her skill in making a stiff drink. shifting his gaze slightly, he casually caught sight of an individual seated alone, the only other soul currently within the lounge. james was quick to recognize her, noting that she had checked in only a few hours prior. well, it would seem as though his night took an eventful turn. picking out a table nestled in the opposite corner, the woman wasted no time in joining him. james knew the game well, the essence of a predator stalking its prey. she didn't stand a chance. though, the man wasn't so careless as to rush into things. no, drinks would surely be enjoyed first. despite the sensational need growing beneath his surface, james would refrain from taking impulsive action. self-control, it was something he was trying to work on.
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▲ never try to out bitch me, you'll lose
Complicated
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May 16, 2016 4:16:44 GMT -6
Post by ZOOEY HENLEY on May 16, 2016 4:16:44 GMT -6
the damage is done Zooey smashed her heel in the groin of the boy she had strapped to the end of her bed post, who was he? Just a random customer in the hotel california. Meaning he wasn't really anybody special, though he had thought he was special on trying to sexually harass a Henley. Though to be honest, that wasn't truly her last name. Not that she cared for the past, after all if it wasn't for her past she wouldn't be the deviant she was today. So granted she was partially thankful that her parents were assholes and tried to smash her dream. Then she would have never met James and lived this glorious life of immortality, probably had died off the day she first met him by getting gang raped and killed.
Now look at her, heel deep in a man's crotch for even considering trying to feel her up and about to use a scalpel to do a bit of plastic surgery as she knelt down to gaze upon her prey. Shining the stainless steel in her perfect lit room before digging the sharp blade into the cheek of the man. Listening to him scream out as his blood slowly gushed out of his cheek as she pulled the blade out. He pleaded for her to stop, that he would never touch her again but she only did a sarcastic smirk and stabbed him in the groin before dragging the blade up. Listening to him gurgle and moan in pain, she stood up. Tossing the scalpel in the waste basket before she bent over and ripped open his insides. Staring at his organs briefly before she cut across her white plush carpeting now stained in red to her dresser upon the other side. Clasping her manicured fingers around a glass of champagne and twisted around the dying boy as she took a sip of her drink. "I'll never understand you dumb ass fuckers. Just because a girl shows skin, doesn't mean she wants you to stick it in. Maybe next time you'll think twice about touching a girl that doesn't want your nasty aid hands on her. Oooops, guess there's no next time for you. Fag. Toodles, the help should clean my shit up." Wiggling her fingers bye toward the boy as his head fell forward, drooping with saliva and blood she walked down the hallway. Purposely leaving her door open, perhaps she wanted to be caught. To see what would truly happen, but often it would turn out that Valarie kept the place well preserved on the body count. Which was a tad bit boring to Zooey but she didn't mind, it helped get her frustration out when she was angry and boy was she angry. She had a bone to pick with James and she wasn't going to leave until she got her point across.
Making her way downstairs toward the bar, she observed James from afar as she entered the little bar in the hotel. But gradually she made herself known and sat beside James as she motioned for a cup from Liz, then glared at James as she poured herself a glass of her champagne she carried down along with her. Not minding the blood splatters that now decorated her skin and pink sun dress as she waited before catching sight of who his eyes were distracted by. "So i'm guessing not only are you into the help, but you're also into cheap tricks too? Do you not know how to spot someone good for you or are you always this closed off?" She sassed before her lips met her glass and chased the drink away without an issue.
Her glare returned to the female, before she looked back at James and stood up. Moving toward the girl and smiled as if she was going to give her a hug before she snapped her neck. Turning back around to give James a blank stare. "It's father daughter time, bitch." angry zooey is angry mang ♡
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▲ what's life without a little death?
infatuated
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hotel co-owner/serial killer
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May 21, 2016 22:44:40 GMT -6
Post by JAMES HENLEY on May 21, 2016 22:44:40 GMT -6
his evening could have gone a variety of ways. to be honest, james was the type of man to expect the unexpected. living within hotel california alone had been enough to open his eyes, to reveal an entirely new world. it took quite a bit of effort to surprise him, being that he often stood at the opposite end of most situations. in a way, james could be seen as a dominant man. there were select times when he fell into submission, but that was by his own choice. when it came to those inhabiting the hotel, james came off as a gentleman, though there was no hiding the twisted nature he possessed. despite remaining under the radar, a select few did know of his little habits. then again, it was a rather small circle, one filled with minds just as tormented as his own. valarie had her own agenda, though the two kept in regular contact, due to their co-ownership of the hotel. liz was privy to most of the unusual occurrences, or the guests that tended to go missing. though, she was a trusted employee. aside from miss anders, james' loyal maid, there was zooey.
the death of his current companion was not something he had seen coming, at least not by the hands of someone other than himself. dark orbs flicked to the side as zooey took a seat, lips pursed slightly as she spoke. pinching the bridge of his nose, james merely remained silent, annoyance washing over his features at the not-so-subtle reference to kirsten. jealousy seemed to be zooey's downfall, a trait that would surely push the girl into an unpleasant situation. of course, those thoughts were only proven to be spot-on when the young girl stood, snapping the other female's neck with little effort. james' lip curled in response, carefully eyeing zooey before turning his gaze toward the bar. "liz, would you be a dear and call for miss anders?" orbs slowly moved back onto zooey, words creeping out in a slightly colder tone. "we have a mess that needs to be cleaned." pausing for a moment, he casually ended the request by taking a sip of his drink.
"if it is my time that is wanted, might i suggest that you simply ask in the future?" it went without saying, james was both impressed, and disappointed with the girl's actions. zooey showed much promise, but lacked focus. her attention was often placed onto things that shouldn't matter, such as the help. leaning back into his seat, james straightened out the upper portion of his suit. "need i remind you, who exactly is in charge here? this is my hotel, and i will not put up with such careless behavior." quirking a brow, he rested one elbow upon the table. "i take pride in this establishment, as should you. this is our home." raising his other arm, james motioned around the area with his hand. "i created the renovations for a reason. we do not kill in the lounge, understood?" the man may have had a thirst for murder, but he also knew that there was a place and time for such things. the last thing they needed were cops poking their noses into the building.
after taking another drink from his glass, it was placed before him on the table. "it would appear as though you've been keeping busy." his words were directed toward the blood-staining her dress, which was clearly visible. "have i taught you nothing?" shaking his head, james motioned toward the now empty seat in front of him. "perhaps my time is exactly what you need, seeing as you haven't grasped the nature of our work." raising his brows, a faint smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "now, tell me of your recent kill." he was referring to the victim whose blood she was currently wearing. though his expression remained calm, his voice was laced with a hint of excitement.
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▲ never try to out bitch me, you'll lose
Complicated
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Aug 30, 2016 22:14:24 GMT -6
Post by ZOOEY HENLEY on Aug 30, 2016 22:14:24 GMT -6
the damage is done Zooey had not always been this attention seeking, she never tried to get the attention of another due to the fact she had always been looking out for herself. She didn't have time to worry about others, to care about others. Due to the fact she had only ten years at that point in time, she didn't have time to humanize with the population of mortals. She wanted to be a star, to be famous and she wouldn't no... she couldn't be that if she was being friends with everyone now could she? But the moment that James slipped into her life, she knew something was bound to change drastically as time went on. Hard telling where their cards would lay other than falling right before each other.
She did not plan to fall for James, to be honest he at first wasn't her type until she learned that they weren't exactly so different. They both led hard lives, both closed themselves off to others when they didn't wish to be found out. Both having creatively snapped when they were pushed to their limits. But there was still a fine line between James and Zooey, after all he was more stuck back in time then she was. Never evolving, always comfortable in what was familiar. It made it hard for Zooey to grow with him as a person, as a companion, as... someone she admired and grew to love. More than a father figure, seeing he had taken her under his wing. Providing her with food, a home, a life.
Anything that she wanted, but as the years grew closer together. Her wants began to change, she found her sound lingering more around James. Getting jealous more, becoming more bratty when his attention was upon others. Feeling her hatred for other females, the only one she couldn't amount to was Lust because who would go against one of the seven deadly sins? Certainly not Zooey when knowing full well on opposing one of the sins could mean turmoil for not only her but James as well. So she suffered alone, hated alone.
But now here she stood, folding her arms tightly against her chest as she glared at her "father" before scoffing at his words and looked to the side. "Are you sure your little maid doesn't want another story? Maybe she wants to follow you around again throughout the hotel and you give away all your damn secrets because she's shiny brand new to you." She hissed in jealousy before she kicked the corpse to the side as he reprimanded her. But she paid his scolding no mind, tonight she was seething.
"Correction, this is YOUR home. Not mine, i feel caged here due to the fact you never want to leave these four walls with me and learn something new for a change. You always make reservations or stupid rules that we can't kill where we want. That's what's the maids are for, that's what Ms. Anders is for, god dammit. They are maids!! They fucking clean our messages for that fucking dollar that other people would stick in a bitch's asscheek for god sake. Hotel California is a god damn horror show and i am sick and tired of being trapped in these blood soaked walls and not being able to do what i want or who i want...so fuck you and your rules, James." Her blue eyes watched him before she sighed deeply and sat in the empty seat next to him. Recalling the boy that was laying dead within her bedroom.
Folding her hands upon the surface of the bar she picked at her nails, pursing her lips together at the memory before shrugging as she slowly met James's brown eyes with her blue. "he was feeling me up and thinking to rape me after i had said no on the dance floor at some night club. So i pretended to be interested, brought him here and tied him to my bed. He was drugged for a while before he woke up to my scalpel and nicely lit room. Sliced his cheek then i gut him like a pig. If you want to see my work, i guess we could go to my bedroom and see. But i don't think i'm in the mood to do show and kill." She traced an invisible heart on the surface of the bar as she waited to see what James would even say, especially about her rant prior to having told him what had been bothering her lately. Guess she had to just deal with it. repost ♡
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