Come one and all down to The Diligent Hotel

Located just off of 8th is THE place to be 

Premium rooms start at $8 

Standard rooms are $2 per nighT 

And lastly the penthouse suite is reserved for special guests

​​​​​Reads a flyer you see on your local newspaper stand, the name itself Sparks a slight interest in your mind, being one for adventuring you head down to 8th Street.

As soon as you hop out of the taxi you are faced by a huge towering building, 25 storeys high, the outskirts of which painted red, whilst the inner left as natural

Stepping through the double, gold lined, glass doors your breath gets taken away, in the main reception is a cush, red, velvet carpet stretching all the way to the front desk, hanging in the center of the room is a grand chandelier, with over 100 lights on it, beautiful house plants scatter the reception, as you walk closer to the desk you smell the sweetness of sizzling steak, and honey brewed Whiskey.

As you step to the desk, the receptionist smiles and shakes your hand 

"Good evening, welcome to The Diligent Hotel. To your left we have our 5 star rated restaurant, with our award winning head chef Alphonso, 

To your right is our casino, where all come to test fate and maybe, just maybe, walk back out them doors filthy rich.

Last but not least, up the Golden Grand stair case are the elevators, the left one reaching only the 15th floor, whilst the right one only goes from the 16th and upwards, 

So, how may I help you on this fine day?"

She says with a smile, you look to your left and see through a set of glass doors into the restaurant, 

They have, Platinum lined, oak tables scattered all around, with beautiful red wall lamps above each booth seat,

The bar, lined with a gleaming Crystal like material, sits at the far back of the room.

You smile and turn back to the receptionist, tapping your fingers on the desk... deciding how much to spend here...

A Shadowy man walks through the double doors, heading straight past the secretary and into the basement holding a black leather bag. 

After a few minutes he walks back up and straight out the doors.

BOOM

​​​​​​A Loud bang was heard throughout all of Detroit, shaking the very foundations of the entire city, sirens were heard wailing within minutes, ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars all flooded to yhe scene...

The diligent hotel was no more, the place was in ruins, it was down to rubble, citizens ran from the scene covered in blood, body parts littered the streets...

Kid geared an explosion and immediatly ran in the direction it came from. He soonly arrived to a destroyed building, and the goofy @John_Dillinger standing next to it. Meh, nothing special, pretty legit. He kept on walking by.

Frank walks in looking at Diligent Hotel.  He was tried and hungry as he stood at the desk waiting on a bell hop.  Frank finally got and attendant and wanted the best room they had he would be here for a week.

Frank peeled off a c-note and gave it to the front desk attendant and went to his room. 

John stood still as he saw a man Frank-Dicaprio standing in the middle of the rubble throwing money on the floor...he looked to be drunk...or something

"Hey buddy? You okay? There's nothing there! Go home buddy your obviously drunk!"

Having always struggled with purchasing foods or goods in in the windy city,  Manny couldn't help but be upbeat when he saw a new hotel in his latest visit to Chicago. Splurging on a 5 star restaurant wasn't something that he was used to but if it meant he could get the 1 sandwich that made this city great then he would break the bank.

Stopping in front of the multi story skyscraper he couldn't be helped but be impressed. Chicago has done well in recent years and the marvels of engineering advancement could be fully appreciated. There was numerous emergency services vehicles with blaring sirens outside of the hotel causing quite the scene. He spots what looks to be a local police sergeant in charge of the scene and after a $20 handshake buys some information from the underpaid public servant. 

Because of the magnitude and important of the Hotel to Chicago the city thought it wise to do a mega emergency drill to make sure all departments forming the emergency response collective could and would response in time to any emergency that might arise. Al Manny could think of was that this is a great cover to do random drug or money searches at the Hotel, the new mayor really is anti crime. None the less Manny was visiting on official business.

After pushing his way through to the main lobby he was impressed by the sheer magnitude and luster of the entrance. Going to reception was a pleasant experience and there was numerous bellboy's jumping at the chance to assist any new customer.
a neatly dressed and professional acting receptionist was quick to aid Manny

" Good evening sir how may I assist you? "

" Good evening young Lady, any room on the 10th floor will do. I will be staying for  2 days. I am exhausted from my recent travels please have room service.... and listen properly please. Send me up an AUTHENTIC ITALIAN BEEF SANDWICH. Do NOT order in from that fine Italian dining cafeteria down the road. They seem to not be authentic. Can you do that? "

" Sir it really should be a problem we have a real Italian Chef here "

" Is there any rooms available miss? "

After a while Manny realizes he is actually in Detroit. FUCK

Working too hard has it's disadvantages. 

He phones reception down stairs and informs them that he plans to extend his stay a few days to get some rest and relaxation.

This 400% + prowess has finally taken its toll.

Suddenly Manny comes to the realization that the hotel has been destroyed. He takes out a letter sent to him by the owner and realizes the powder on it is a strong hallucinatory drug.

He feels like  a tosser and wanders of into the empty city streets....

Horatio walked past the burnt down hotel and stared at the few drugged people standing there and talking with imaginary people. If only I could have what they're having, he thought to himself. 

A mouse in the corner of his eye distracted him, and he ran off again.

Papa Nurgle was taking his usual stroll when he saw the dismantled Diligent Hotel. He scanned the debris and found a shattered cement block that can be a great seat. Without hesitation, Papa Nurgle sat. 

He knows that someday a new hotel will take the place of this shattered one, perhaps even a greater establishment. He took out a cannoli from his pocket - a special one he got from Sparelli's. 

Nurgle finished his cannoli, wiped off his mouth, and walked away.

Capazzo walked by to see all the mayhem going on, people leaving money to imaginary hotel workers, others drugged up and one other even eating a cannoli. He looked around at the destruction and carnage that was the Diligent Hotel. He found a beach chair among all the wreckage. He reached in and pulled it out but it was stuck.

Capazzo used extra force to get the beach chair out but it wouldn't budge. Finally he saw it was caught in between a leg and a arm of a dead body. He reached in and nudged it loose. He took the beach chair and put it in the corner of the street so as to not interfere with any traffic.

Capazzo snapped his fingers and a random man appeared with a drink in hand. Capazzo nodded and took the drink...Cognac on the rocks, just the way he liked it. He took a sip and lay there taking in the beautiful Detroit sun and totally blocking out all the dead bodies that surrounded him.

"John Dillinger invited me here once, at least I upheld my promise to come visit."

With that Capazzo lays back and takes another sip of his drink and enjoys the rest of the afternoon.

Nikki strolled by after a random tax pickup. Spotting Capazzo in a beach chair in front of a burned-out establishment that still seemed to be getting a lot of play, she grinned and took a seat on the concrete next to him. 

"Whose leg you gotta hump to get a dry martini over here?" She asked playfully, spotting the cognac in Capazzo's hand.

John spotted two of his close friends sat outside one if his former Businesses, as a burning man runs past them both, tripping and laying still just afew inches next to them, he walks over and takes Caps drink from his hand, taking a sip and giving it back 

"That...that tastes worse than finnigans bullshit whiskey" he says grinning as he takes a seat on the curb besides Nikki "And how are you lovey, Business good? Cesare Being a good boy?"

Nikki stared at the burning fellow. Just some friends, sitting around a campfire, shooting the breeze...

"Things are going alright...but how about you? How's Vegas? Have you started up something I can come see?"  She asked, hoping for another casino. Maybe one not so...blown up, though. Although watching the fiery, chaotic destruction had its merits.

Cesare stumbles down the street after having one too many shots of whiskey. He trips over a burnt piece of wood and stands up.

"fuuuuuuck yooooouu..." He slurs at the wreckage.

Turning towards the burnt out building, he takes a piss.

Not everyday that you came to Detroit and watched a bunch of Chicago gangsters hanging out at a blown up and burnt out pile of rubble, but today was that day... One in a beach chair drinking, two sitting on a curb beside the beach chair, and one pissing on a small flame as it fizzles...

John smirked, trying not to laugh. "Wot friggin' 'ell is t'is? Hmp... Wonder if ya could be so drunk your piss ignited embers?"

The Englishman shook his head and passed by, though he didn't miss a chance to take a look at the female with them. "At leas' t'ey got a pret'y lass wit'em... Poor girl." He chuckled and hurried on, offering a nod to any that caught his glances before he turned a corner and was gone...

Cesare wandered back to the wreckage of the hotel, carrying some form of liquor in a sack. He'd just been drinking indiscriminately for some time. Alcohol either soothes the inner demons of the soul or emboldens them...

Cesare's were emboldened and he wasn't sure how long he'd cling to sanity.

Suddenly he turned towards the wreckage and threw the bottle into it, "FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

He grabbed at pieces of rubble and threw them at the broken boards and shattered glass until his strength was spent. Then he sat on the curb as a tear rolled down his face.

Ilaria leaned against the crumbling remains of a graffiti wall, watching the flames dance over a bombed-out building. Fire made her happy; it was purifying. Cleansing. 

The cigarette between her fingers burned down to the filter on her last drag, so she flicked it away and turned to leave. As she did, she caught sight of a man near the wreckage. An important one, judging by the quality of suit on his back and the liquor in his hand. Seeing the moment for what it was, though...you don't interrupt these things. As she passed behind him, she tossed words over her shoulder instead.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Maddy was taking a break from all the craziness that was a life of crime by driving around. She stopped in front of space that was still just rocks on the ground. What a remarkable hotel this once was. She remembered passing it many times when she was younger and it saddened her to see it still sitting here flattened to the ground. A worn out sign was posted "land for sale". She thought for a second then instructed the driver to head to the bank. She will purchase this space and make it lively and wonderful once again.

Having had a long day in Detroit, Freelancer decided to check into The Diligent Hotel for the night. He walked up to the reseptionist and dinged the bell, even though he was there. "I'd like a room for the night, it doesn't matter what kinda room it is, as long as it's located on the east side of the building."