Los Angeles
The hotel Rami looms over the rest of the buildings around it, as if the city hasn’t figured out how to cover it up. As skyscrapers and high rise buildings swallow everything in their wake, the Rami seems to repel all growth within six blocks of its existence.
As one steps through the gold plated doors of the Rami, the long forgotten architecture of the 1920s assaults the senses. The smell of dust, cigarette smoke, old perfume, and scotch permeate the air. The drapes are gloriously tasseled and made of velvet. But all in all, the hotel is clean, if not just a tad smoke stained.
As if in costume, the residents of the hotel are dressed in various generations of clothing, from the 20s all the way to the present. They go about their day to day, and if watched closely- it’s always the same day, over and over again.
That’s the thing about the Rami. The residents? Most of the staff? The drunks at the bar? Well, most of them are dead. The hotel claims souls. It’s not clear why. It’s not clear how. It could be Satan. It could be some cosmic realm stuck in the middle of a campy 20s facade. Whatever it is, this place is not one of happiness, but one of misery.
Most of the people who check in here never leave.
Here’s what I want out of this:
I need a male ghost resident of the hotel who has broken out of his ghost loop and takes interest in a female writer who has come to the Hotel.
I need someone who is willing to play other characters within the Hotel that maybe don’t react quite as well to the writer as your main character.
The rest we can hash out via PM. I posted this in the casual section and it’s obviously not going to work as a small group, but maybe as a 1x1? We shall see.
The hotel Rami looms over the rest of the buildings around it, as if the city hasn’t figured out how to cover it up. As skyscrapers and high rise buildings swallow everything in their wake, the Rami seems to repel all growth within six blocks of its existence.
As one steps through the gold plated doors of the Rami, the long forgotten architecture of the 1920s assaults the senses. The smell of dust, cigarette smoke, old perfume, and scotch permeate the air. The drapes are gloriously tasseled and made of velvet. But all in all, the hotel is clean, if not just a tad smoke stained.
As if in costume, the residents of the hotel are dressed in various generations of clothing, from the 20s all the way to the present. They go about their day to day, and if watched closely- it’s always the same day, over and over again.
That’s the thing about the Rami. The residents? Most of the staff? The drunks at the bar? Well, most of them are dead. The hotel claims souls. It’s not clear why. It’s not clear how. It could be Satan. It could be some cosmic realm stuck in the middle of a campy 20s facade. Whatever it is, this place is not one of happiness, but one of misery.
Most of the people who check in here never leave.
Here’s what I want out of this:
I need a male ghost resident of the hotel who has broken out of his ghost loop and takes interest in a female writer who has come to the Hotel.
I need someone who is willing to play other characters within the Hotel that maybe don’t react quite as well to the writer as your main character.
The rest we can hash out via PM. I posted this in the casual section and it’s obviously not going to work as a small group, but maybe as a 1x1? We shall see.