Rakoren was standing in line, his suitcase's handle held in his right hand. After a long time of waiting, fidgeting around, Rakoren was finally at the front of the line. "I'm Rakoren Oaneel," he said to the lady.

      "You're at Room 234," she said after sifting through papers. She handed him the room key. Rakoren nodded, took the key, and went up to the floor that he was located on.

     Rakoren walked around, looking at the numbers carefully. He stopped at 234 and came into the room. There was someone else already there, unpacking his things. Silently, Rakoren went over to one of the bunks and placed his suitcase on it. He opened the case up, and placed his things into a side of the second dresser.

     "Really?" Rakoren asked. "My mother was a Sumatran Tiger Shifter." Then, he was distracted by a knocking on the room's door. Rakoren blinked. "I wonder who's that."

Jared shrugged and opened the door. It was that other shifter that the strange things happened to. Jared beckoned her inside and closed the door behind her. "Hey. . .?"

((writers block. . .DX))

(sorry.. i was just waiting..))

Arya stepped in. "oh, hi" she smiled. "i just wanted to know who would be bubking next door" she told them. "I'm arya." she said playing with her necklace that hung around her neck.

Hearing voices, Ariskye lowered her sketchpad and glanced at the door. Debating whether to introduce herself, she set the pad on the pillow as she stood up and walked to the door while shoving her room key in her pocket. As she closed the door behind her, she noticed that nobody was in the hall. Ariskye cocked her head with slight curiousity and followed a faint female tone before stopping in front of a closed door. She raised on hand and used her knuckles to light rap on the wooden door. Then she lowered her hand and took a half-step back.