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Night Club
Dance Floor:

Comfort Area:

Bar:


Resting Quarters
Lobby:

Rooms:


Pool Area

Staff

Owners: Al3xis-Kittenz

Bar and Night Club
Bartenders (3)
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2.
3.
DJ (1)
1.
Entertainers (2)
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2.
Dancers (2)
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2.


Attention STAFF!
-No you�re not getting paid (but this may and probably will change)
-Promotions will happen, so please don�t ask for one
-Any changes you want added to your character PM to Al3xis-Kittenz
-Please pick a RP character to place next to your name listening
-Feel free to send banners you make! They all will be added <33 Much LOVE!
-Please don�t hire anyone without asking moi's permission
-Tell your friends about this place!!
-Please add banner(s) to sig or profile

Those who come in at least once a day (FOR TWO WEEKS) will be rewarded greatly, according to their specific job.

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Job Descriptions

Bar and Night Club
Bartenders � Stand behind the counters!! And serve those who want drinks (duh alcohol!!)
DJ � Needs a wide variety of music, accepts song requests. In charge of the DDR area too. Can book bands to play, just please alert the clerk!
Entertainers or Dancers � GET THE PARTY STARTED people, and makes sure the nightclub doesn�t become a bust!! Just have fun without harassing customers in the process xD

*walks in and happily looks around* We finally did it! It looks great!

*crashes behind the bar and waits for people to come* These things are suppose to take a while to get up and running then keep it that way

*sings a little* Riiko has left me...again *cry* Or maybe ... she was never here... O.O

((I'm posting my rp description in here, but it is also linked in my sig))

A young man stood outside the building. He appeared to be somewhere around 27 years of age, though nobody really knew how old he was; let alone himself. He remembered killing entire covens in midevil times, but couldn't remember when the first nuclear bomb was dropped, nor did he care to remember his first love. He called himself Zlord for lack of a better name, and it had stuck with him throughout his two years of wandering. He had made friends and enemies, and had killed more than his fair share of everything imaginable. He had blood that had been given to him by the vampyres who claimed to be "elders", though he didn't know that he could trust their word.

The first thing someone looking upon him would notice wouldn't be the way his ocean-blue eyes seemed to search your soul. It wouldn't be his constant flirting with every female that moved, and it wouldn't even be his soft-purple hair; a lock of which was always in the view of his left eye, as if it had found a home, and refused to be roused. No, the first thing somebody would notice about Zlord would be the fifteen inch rabbit ears. A texture of silk, they hung about halfway up, and didn't really do anything unless he thought about it.

He had no clue what sort of creature he was, but Diolo had called him a shifter, and so that was what he called himself. He was a retired Hunter; a slayer of supernatural creatures, those that the vampyre slayers couldn't handle.

((Abilities ~ Psychic, pyrokinetic, very minimal healing magicks.))

Though there was an unlit cigarette in his hands, Zlord wasn't planning on smoking it in here, he had a personal rule about that, sort of like reading minds... he simply didn't do it if he could avoid it.

Shaking his head to make sure he was awake, Zlord walked slowly into the bar.