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(GS3) Field: Hotel

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Nobody:
He didn't have to tell him twice. The very instant Haruka gave him the go-ahead on resting in his bed, as if under hypnosis or something, he fell asleep. A steel sleep like always.


+1 affinity with Harooka for saving him from the brink of death

AlwaysAwake:
Alexander was sitting in his room, right on the bed, his eyes staring with a fire like intensity at the sprawled out cards before him. Extras of Nova Grappler cards thrown around the area, the lad switching around sets of them into his deck mostly to test them out. Several hours, and many grueling hypotheses plus tests later, he had finally come to a conclusion on his line-up, his deck almost identical though a few key switches had been made. "I hope this covers my weak points.. A bit too susceptible to rear guard sniping early game." The thought drifting around, tidying up the room and setting his deck on the table.

Heaving himself off the mediocre bed the young man headed to the washroom, hoping to take a shower, though fate would take him elsewhere. Scanning the place, his azure hues not sighting towels of all things! He gave an annoying sigh, looking around the whole hotel room but still failing to sight the drying cloth. In a rather lazy manner he walked out of the room, grabbing his vanguard deck as well. "I guess I'll just find someone to give me an extra."

Slowly walking down the hallway, he went right to his neighbours hotel room. The third floor two apartments from the stairs to the left, a well placed two knocks on the wooden door, loud enough to hear and spaced out enough to show no hurry. If the person answered they would likely see a random teenager, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white shirt, standing outside rather absentmindedly.

Jello:
Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Hmm...?" Haruka hears the clanging of a fist on his door. At first he dismisses it, lost in thought but quickly realizes that there is actually another person on the other side of the door. He walks over, stumbling in his own groggoy feet from the morning wake up.

Haruka takes one quick glance in the mirror. His hair went from blonde to near white, and he looks more like a ghost than ever. Guess those side effects took a nasty turn.

Opening the door, Haruka speaks up. "Hmm, yeah, hello?" Haruka rubs his eyes.

[R.T] SpiderHunterMD:
Kurai heard a knock at his door. He hadn't left his room since his crushing defeat at the hands of Shin'en. The power of the Oracle Think Tank overwhelmed him to the point of where he could not win. Despite intense training in Kyoto, it wasn't enough. He sat up from his bed in his slightly depressed state, wondering whom was knocking at his door. Kurai had not ordered room service for food this time.

Rolling his eye's he got up onto his feet and walked over to the wardrobe, grabbing his black leather jacket and throwing on his red scarf. He was now in his usual attire. Kurai walked over to the door and opened it widely. He saw a random teenager, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white shirt, standing outside rather absent mindedly. Kurai wondered who this person was. He had never saw him before, but the aura he had was powerful. Something he had never felt before. Powerful but also casual.

From the moment he opened the door, he had discovered an opponent even stronger than Shin'en. Kurai addressed the fellow teenager. " Who exactly are you? I don't remember calling for room service at this moment, especially not for a cardfighter... explain now!" He was straight forward with the male teenager, wanting him to get straight to the point.

Jello:
Turns out it was room service. They must have gotten his order from the night before to get food for Shiki when he fell asleep. Why did it take so long to get here? Haruka grabbed the platter of food and placed it out on the small table in his hotel room, and proceeded to lay back down on the floor.

"Its too early for this..." Haruka uses his hands as a pillow and sighs. He then proceeds to sit back up and stare out at the balcony. Its getting creepy how much he likes watching the outside world but doesn't actually go out.

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