MonsieurShade

Monsters Hotel

Cain grimaced -something he did a lot it seemed- slightly at the displays of formality that occurred behind him. Said grimaced quickly gave way to a sort of shocked stupor as a strange creature fell from the heavens and crashed through the building as if God himself had decided "fuck everything in this general direction" would be his prerogative for the day. The wendigo stared blankly for a moment before he threw his hands into the air, deciding that this would likely become the norm and it was not something he'd get involved in if he could help it. Instead Cain walked over to the front desk intent on requesting a key, however Jack's pleas for assistance kept Cain from simply getting a room and continuing about his day. He crouched and, not having anything else on hand, pulled one of his shirts from his bag before pressing it against Jack's side, "You look like you've seen better days. The hell did you do man?".

Monsters Hotel

He passed by a Big star which he was heading straight towards to- wait.. thats a awfully detailed Dot,

@nerminator

My fucking sides! You are a scholar and gentlemen amongst men Nerminator.

Monsters Hotel

Cain let out a weary sigh as the taxi cab he'd called in upon arriving in Europe reached it's destination. He was jet lagged, and above all else, he was disheartened at the hit his finances had taken from his decision to go around the world for a letter of all things. Frankly, were it not for the fact that a goddamned ghost personally delivered the mail to him and it had just arrived in the mail, he'd have tossed it and went about his day. Sadly this what not the case, and Cain was reminded of that as the cab driver told him the total came out to approximately sixty six euros. The wendigo grimaced and pulled his wallet from his back pocket, swearing up and down that the poor thing was screaming in protest as he pulled out three twenty euro notes and a ten euro note and slapped them into the driver's hand. "Keep the-" Cain started only for the cab driver to peel out without another word, "...change. A fine day to you too, fucker.". With a soft grunt, Cain shouldered his bag and made an attempt to enter the hotel, though not before bit of fussing with the doorman and a partial transformation to prove he wasn't human. Cain stepped inside, the skin on his face squirming slightly as it reconfigured itself into a more human look. Cain could have done anything, made a remark about the decor, showed relief at the fact that there were more monsters in the world than he thought, hell, just asked for a room, instead what came out was this: "So, i'm at home enjoying my off day, and suddenly a freakin' ghost decides to reenact "The Ring" with my now broken television. I'd probably be angry if I weren't jet lagged, but i've still gotta question the delivery methods of the head honcho here.".

Monsters Hotel

Monster Name/ Cain Carmine Other Names/ The hunger, The cannibal, The many voiced one, *Cap'n Crunch Monster type/ Wendigo Appearance/ As a human (stands at 6'0") & as a wendigo (stands 8'5") Personality/ On the surface, Cain is a fairly normal person, a bit melancholy with subtle hints of self loathing and admittedly blunt in his speech and mannerisms perhaps, but ultimately a person who you could see blending into a crowd, or perhaps as the nieghbor you'd trust to housesit for you. This is not a facade, and Cain is a genuinely decent guy, but as a human. Prior to or upon transformation, Cain becomes a true monster; savage, unclouded by morality or the notions of camaraderie, and endlessly hungry for flesh. As a wendigo Cain can be unruly, but is not entirely unreasonable, he has an extreme fondness for games, so much so that he'll forgo devouring someone if they willingly play one of his games, and even sparing and showing those that can best him the uttermost respect. Bio/ The only thing Cain ever willingly admits about his past is that he was born in Oregon in the late sixties, that he used to be human, and that what he became cost him his closest friends. He's more than fine with talking about the present, such as the fact that he works as an auto mechanic in florida, doing his best to seem human despite the fact that one night a month he hunts down and devours anyone that wouldn't be missed. Other/ Can teleport within a five meter range when he is not in a person's line of sight **Received the name from his co-workers because he eats insane amounts of food.

Young Justice; The Heroes of Today! [IC and OOC]

Uh...Blurgh? A-am I doing it right?

M.W.P.S.B

Jacque's gaze shot up from his laptop at the sudden noisy clatter across from him, a small grimace worming its way onto his face with the distraction. Upon the realization that it was a fellow inspector, one Tachibana Miichi, the grimace lightened be an incredibly small margin. The inspector stared at his peer quietly for a few seconds, completely heedless of how awkward said silence must have been as he tried to discern why Mi would approach him. Not coming up with any immediate answers, Jacque gently pushed his laptop around so Mi could see what he was doing. "Being off duty leaves me with very little to do with my time. I don't like wasting time, so I figured that I would see which of the regions that are under our jurisdiction are due for an increase in higher crime coefficient numbers.". Jacque paused momentarily to adjust his glasses, as they had slid down slightly when he looked up at Mi, the shades reflected the light and made it all but impossible to tell what he was actually looking at sometimes, "I'm hoping to have the section with the highest probability in increased coefficients assigned to myself and whatever team I end up commanding this time.". During the entire time that he spoke, Jacque's voice never changed in pitch, tone, or volume, remaining completely flat and hollow, almost like the voice one might expect from an answering machine.

M.W.P.S.B

Jacque sat in the cafeteria a fair distance away from the Enforcers as well as most of the Inspectors. The table he sat at was pretty barren, with the only things within Jacque's personal space being the cane he had propped up against his leg, a half eaten trail mix bar that lie more or less forgotten, and his work laptop, which he typed away at with near supernatural speed. Jacque paused for a moment to look at his comrades, however his fingers never stopped moving as he filled out yet another request for re-evaluation of the crime coefficient of an Enforcer that had been transferred out of his command. His gaze lingered momentarily over the Enforcers as they ate and socialized, then returned to the laptop as he finished typing and pressed send. He did not care about them or their habits in the slightest, only in their ability to follow orders without deviation or insubordination. "I swear with each transfer if feels more and more like we're scraping the bottom of the barrel to get these dogs." He muttered with a hint of annoyance as he exited the page and brought up another one, this one showing a map shaded in different hues and a chart depicting the rises or decreases in crime coefficients for each area. Jacque hated sitting around doing nothing, it was like stagnating, and stagnation was the enemy of progress. A few years ago progress got Jacque paid, and to this day he still kept that mentality. Jacque propped his elbow up on the table, and his chin onto his hand as he tried to discern which area would likely see a rise in crime coefficients in the near future, if only so he could ask to cover that section when the rise occurred.

Young Justice; The Heroes of Today! [IC and OOC]

"GodDAMN it!" Orb weaver spat as he reentered his flat and stumbled into the guest bathroom. Due to the fact that everyone that lived in the same building had either locked themselves into their homes and glued themselves to their televisions or left to join the chaos, no one seemed to be any the wiser to him as he returned. The criminal pulled a first aid kit out from the medicine cabinet, then ripped off his mask and threw it into the bathtub before sitting on the toilet. Jacque lightly touched the knife and hissed as pain shot through his arm. "That asshole's going to owe me a new jacket after this." He muttered as he gingerly tore the fabric to better view his arm. It wasn't pretty; the knife was buried in by at least two inches and there was dried blood caked along his arm, thankfully however the knife hadn't struck a bone or an artery and the bleeding appeared to be slowing. Jacque didn't know whether or not he'd need stitches, only that what he was about to do was going to suck quite badly. He shoved part of the torn jacket into his mouth and took a deep breath, then yanked the knife out of his arm with a small squelching sound and a fresh rivulet of blood. The criminal almost cried out, and was kept from doing so only due to the fact that he bit down harder on the fabric. Jacque spat out the fabric and pulled out some antiseptic wipes along with gauze and medical tape to dress the wound. "I swear if I wasn't against personally murdering people, that guy would catch a bullet through his goddamned eye socket." Jacque hissed venomously as he rotated his arm experimentally. Jacque knew he'd have to go to a hospital, but with his wound cleaned and dressed he could wait until tomorrow. For now he was exhausted, he'd find out what had been damaged by Talon's interference, then he'd get some sleep. Tomorrow he'd go to a doctor and possibly see about getting some work after that.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Dimitri grinned widely as Molly supported the idea of grabbing food, "M'craving some chili cheese fries myself. Maybe with some jalapeños on top. Scratch that 'maybe', definitely with jalapeños on top." he said as he patted his stomach in anticipation for the meal to come. It had been quite a while since Dimitri had eaten something that he didn't have to steal or get from a soup kitchen or dumpster, needless to say, he would stuff himself as much as he could if he got the opportunity at the mess hall.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

The nurse nodded to Ryan as he said his goodbyes and gestured towards the departing Dimitri, "Keep that one from head butting people again. If I get another one like the girl because of his antics, he's going to learn first hand just what kind of tests I ran back then." she half joked. Dimitri visibly shuddered as he heard that. Potential joke or not, the nurse was not a person he wanted to take a risk with by pissing her off. The cyborg took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again, "So, any idea what you guys want to do now? It's lunch period after all, should we grab a bite?".