Reception Area

Yuukie made her way to the Reception after taking advantage of some of the 'passages' to get around customers who may lean out to get a 'free grab' or what not. She took off her leather jacket and places it upon the counter, looking around for the receptionist, Kathy? Karin? Kagura? Kimiko? Georgette? She couldn't honestly remember the insignificant woman's name, but all she knew was that she appeared to be missing. She cocked an eyebrow and looked over the podium, looking into the club's general room itself to look for the woman. "Where the hell did that woman go?" she mumbled irritatingly, her lower green painted lip stuck out a little in a pout, but her eyebrows and eyelids narrowed to that of rage and impatience.

Random Mobs wrote:A woman wearing a purple business suit standing about five and a half feet tall soon came bustling from the general room to the receptionist podium. She looked nervously to her manager with her eyes watering a little bit. "Sorry...Ms. Kirei...I was sidetracked by...by...by...multiple...you know..." She says grumpily as she flicks through the guest book on the podium and scanning the entries before wiping the tears from her eyes and stating, "Ms. Kirei, there is a Mr. Peterson in Private room one, a Ms. Levi in private room two, and...oh a Mr. Hiachi at the bar watching the floor deciding who he wants to take into a private room." The woman's bangs and hair were a mess from her combing it back repeatedly while searching the books. After giving her manager the update she excused herself in order to go to the bathroom in order to "freshen up her appearance."

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at her subordinate, waving her off to let her do her 'thing'. She took the book and twirled it around so that she could have a better look. "Hmm...I'll let Lev and Pete cool their heads off a bit... I'll go and check this Mr. Hiachi out first." she says to herself. The Private Rooms made more money than the floor or bar did, and she was curious to see how much she could drain from Mr. Hiachi. She closes the book and walks into the general area of the 'Wolf to seek out this Mr. Hiachi.

The logo of the Lonely Wolf shuddered as lines slowly formed a rectanguar shape framing the logo at the approximate size of a door. The logo continued to beam brightly as the walk opened to reveal a dark underground passageway. The faint sounds of whistling could be heard echoing down the length of the passageway and spilt into the reception area. The tune of "The Demons Go Marching Hoorah Hoorah!" continue to grow louder and louder until a human shape steps from the shadows. The shadow took up the majority of the passageway's entrance as light skinned human with piercing baby blue eyes wearing a black bowl hat, and a crisp black suit with a white undershirt and blue tie stepped into the the pale pink and orange light of the reception area highlighting the right side of his face while the left side of his face remains in the shadow. The man's right arm raises showing it's metallic shine faintly while bringing a cigar between it's index and middle finger to the figure's lips. With a deep inhale the man smokes on the cigar for a moment before stepping forward and releasing a big breath of smoke into the air; the secret door slowly moving back into position seamlessly behind him showing no further evidence that it existed or opened. "Now let's see how the show is going here...the primary business is probably fine though - there have been imbeciles working as managers here in the past...can't push my luck too much."

Arcanda turns to face the logo taking another deep inhale off of his cigar before releasing another breath of smoke; a small crooked grin formed on his face as he starts to make his way into the next part of the establishment and his most cherished creation; the Wolf's Den.

Archie Mcgraw wrote:The logo of the Lonely Wolf shuddered as lines slowly formed a rectanguar shape framing the logo at the approximate size of a door. The logo continued to beam brightly as the walk opened to reveal a dark underground passageway. The faint sounds of whistling could be heard echoing down the length of the passageway and spilt into the reception area. The tune of "The Demons Go Marching Hoorah Hoorah!" continue to grow louder and louder until a human shape steps from the shadows. The shadow took up the majority of the passageway's entrance as light skinned human with piercing baby blue eyes wearing a black bowl hat, and a crisp black suit with a white undershirt and blue tie stepped into the the pale pink and orange light of the reception area highlighting the right side of his face while the left side of his face remains in the shadow. The man's right arm raises showing it's metallic shine faintly while bringing a cigar between it's index and middle finger to the figure's lips. With a deep inhale the man smokes on the cigar for a moment before stepping forward and releasing a big breath of smoke into the air; the secret door slowly moving back into position seamlessly behind him showing no further evidence that it existed or opened. "Now let's see how the show is going here...the primary business is probably fine though - there have been imbeciles working as managers here in the past...can't push my luck too much."

Arcanda turns to face the logo taking another deep inhale off of his cigar before releasing another breath of smoke; a small crooked grin formed on his face as he starts to make his way into the next part of the establishment and his most cherished creation; the Wolf's Den.

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""Hey Arcanda! Down here Boss!" shouted the deep baritones of Raxus from the Bar and Stage area.

The receptionist watched as Arcanda headed down the short flight of stairs, the bickering between the barman, Kagemui, and the old gangster could be heard from up here. Sakura smiled, and continued with her cover as lovely receptionist, having worked undercover for the B.P.S.A. in the Lonely Wolf for several months, with her partner Komako who was her superior all things considered. She kept her head down, and smiled, and showed some leg to bring in business, but it wasn't exactly dangerous work. It could be, if they found out about them, but their cover was guaranteed safe, given how they had committed a few acts on the club's behalf to keep up with appearances.

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"Heya Sakurai..." Komako yawned, her nickname for the receptionist as she entered, slipping her cardigan off, handing it to the woman before slipping her bunny ears on:



"Hate these things..." She says, before turning to the sound of... Arcanda? "Wow... the old guy's back?" She says, surprised, before giving Sakura a worried look... this could change things... it also meant greater rewards too... She shrugged, and entered the room, following the voices.

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Alfred stumbled into the reception room, having a rather uneventful walk to the Lonely Wolf. "Heya Sakurai..." he yawned, scruffing his five o'clock shadow, his long blond hair bouncing against his upper back; the cigarette smoldering in his mouth. He turned to the attention of noise from the other room... the familiar voice of Arcanda, a mob boss who was once a part time enemy and ally of Tenik Inc back in the day... these days, he was just a slowly forgotten headache from a bygone era... like himself.

"Ho boy, sounds like fun... and its not even time to open yet." He sighed, but carried on anyway, entering the next room.

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Marika entered the club, her feet hurting a little... but could see the place wasn't open for business yet. "Hey, lookin' for a friend of mine, Al's his name, works here sometimes for entertainment?" She asked the woman attending the desk in the yellow dress... feeling like she'd seen her before...

When she heard a commotion rising from the bar and stage around the desk, down the set of steps to her right leading into a main room of the establishment. Marika blinked. "Uh oh... that doesn't sound too well..."

(going with a new sniper, changing locations)