Kate
As the bottom of Devin’s shoe shook the whole cage, the ‘stiff’ edged away from the insane necromancer…and his undead rat friend beginning to start his next meal. “Oh really? A slave to humans? I WAS a slave to supernatural. They’re tiring. Irritating. Wanting.” Kate snapped, her eyes running thick with anger and without a trace of mercy as she directed the phrase at him with her sharp tongue. A pang of humor felt odd at the time being but the echos of the memories of her annoying vampire made the female huff as she tried to laugh under a time of such pressure. [i] Give it up, Kate. He’ll find you soon enough… if he is trying to induce drowsiness, perhaps it is a gift compared to living every waking moment, until he finds you. He always has. [/i] With a newfound light in the blonde’s eyes from the thought, Kate switched her weight onto both knees and virtually yanked the serum from Devin, injecting the serum into her own veins outside of the cage.

 “Have it your way.” She said calmly, eyes hard and without a shred of fear or mercy in them as her hazel eyes loomed on the necromancer. [i] I can’t let myself sink to the times before I met Nixon. I’m much too far along to be the same person who first entered this hotel. I …. Refuse to be a fool. [/i]
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Delilah

Floor 11: Hunting Areas. 

A wail came out from the endless forest. Well… It all looks endless when you’re 9 years of age and on the borderline of less snotty noses and preteenager hood. Yet you’re still that little kid who craved protection of someone else. Now was the age you demanded how you wanted everything and everybody to your standards before your final personality would click in with the years. In short, you could be the devil’s child and an angel’s jealousy at the same time. You’re still a little too short and naïve to spot the helpful, red ‘EXIT’ signs scattered throughout the indoor forest without your bloodwolf father and kitsune mother.

Delilah’s whole body jolted at each shadow of the trees, whose branches would sway and be pushed downwards by a swish of wind. Why did these tree-arms try to reach for her? The innocent child would’ve never did anything to harm a fly! The mixed supernatural’s mouth dropped open as the tree-arms touched her golden curly hair, her elongated fangs would cut tiny holes on the inside of her lips. They might have touched her pretty pink dress but my! A lady’s hair was the last straw. The frail girl covered her ears with tiny, porcelain colored hands and screamed, “NO, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!” At last, the tree-arms had revealed the rather large exit to the forest. 

Floor 5: Manager’s office

The little girl stomped out, right unto the manager’s office , rolling her bottom lip down into a pout before she unleashed her fury with a thunder of punches to the manager’s thigh. “MR. MAAAAAANAGER! I demand that tree-arm be cut down! I suggest you listen because you do NOT want to be on the bad side of [i] my [/i] Daddy!” The girl said with a flow of sass and a snap of her fingers, belting out in expression of pride for her father.