Plot: TokioHotel (Bill & Tom Kaulitz, Georg Listing, and Gustav Schafer) all make their own business which happened to be running a hotel, which they named "The TokioHotel", after themselves.
The plot of this RPG is to run the hotel, chill with the band, have major parties, and get to meet with other popular bands when they come to these parties!!

Characters: A manager, cook, frontdeskman, valet, waitresses/waiters, janitors, etc.

My character:
Name: Monica
Work position: Manager.

Looks: Medium-length dark brown hair with side bangs. Green eyes. Tan skin. Wears black most of the time.

Personality: Very determined and sometimes very stubborn, but is shy and sweet. At parties normally sits and flirts instead of dances or sings. Loves rock music, especially TokioHotel. Ecstatic about becoming manager, and loves Bill Kaulitz out of anyone else in the band.

My charrie: Zanna
Looks: Slightly wavy black hair that goes all the way to her hip, icy blue eyes and always wears black.
Personality: A bit cold towards people she isn't very close to. Sometimes called a Goth by her friends but furiously denies being a Goth. Gets less icy and frosty once you get to know her. Bottom line: Don't mess with her.
Job: Assistant Manager

What's your job?? XD

LOLZ. Assistant manager I guess? Front deskwoman isn't her style... You know, welcome-ish.

lmao okay we're startin! anyone else who wants to join in just come in and join ^^..

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Monica got out of the taxi, paying the driver and then taking her black suitcases firmly in hand. In front of her was The TokioHotel, one of the world's best 5-star hotels. She looked up and saw lights in the penthouse. Her stomach did a somersault as she thought about Bill Kaulitz : her celebrity crush. It struck her as odd that she was working for her favorite band of all time.
Whatever, she thought, and entered the hotel.

Inside, she saw a wondrous lobby. It still smelled new and like leather. She looked at the seats that were black leather and then around. It was so empty.

No wonder, Monica thought again. it was opened only this morning.

She heard a ding and gasped as she saw the familiar dude coming out of it. She felt like she was going to faint. Was it really him? She pinched her arm and blinked.

Before her stood a smiling Bill Kaulitz.

Zanna came riding in a taxi to the TokioHotel. She paid the driver and jumped out. The hotel towered above her and she took a deep breath, swinging the door open.
BUMP! She fell down, looking at the person whom she bumped in to. It sure looked like Bill Kaulitz, the celebrity. She blinked a couple of times and got up quickly, realizing it really WAS Bill Kaulitz. She started saying, "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking at where I was going..."

"Woah!" Bill said and stepped back. "You okay? Hey, you must be Zanna."

Monica wasn't there with him, she was going upstairs to put her bags in her special Manager's room, which was right underneath the penthouse. She heard Georg and Tom yelling in German to one another and she heard the sounds of Wii Sports. She suspected that either Georg had beaten Tom or the other way around. She had heard from sources (the internet) that they loved to compete against one another.

"Sorry, really," Zanna apologized again. "Yeah, I'm Zanna," She said with a smile.
She secretly wondered how the heck he knew her name.

"I know," he smiled once more. "We got then when we recieved your resume."

He led Zanna into the perfectly clean lobby room. "I think Monica has your key. She's the manager."

"Oh, okay, I'll go talk to Monica. Thank you." She gave him a little smile and knocked on the Manager's room door.

Monica was just logging onto her MSN account when she heard a knock at her door. She wondered who it could possibly be. Then she got butterflies in her stomach - what if it was Bill?

She went to open the door and then saw Zanna standing before her. Her heart sank. She plastered a smile on her face.

"Hi. I'm Monica. You need your key?"

"Um, yeah." She wasn't particularly friendly.

Monica heard the cold tone in Zanna's voice. She got the key and handed it over.

"See you around," Monica replied. She hoped Zanna would warm up eventually.

"Yeah, see you around." She got the key and turned around, going to her room. She sat down on her swivel chair, turning on her laptop.

Monica got into her MSN account and noticed that a few of her friends were online. Including her ex-boyfriend Ryan. She dumped him after he had gotten jealous of her liking TokioHotel and basically dedicating herself to them - and not to him.

Monica_Sweets: Heya!
Ryan.dude.: hey. whats up?
Monica_Sweets: nothing. just settled in. how u doing?
Ryan.dude.: missing you. but i dont think you're missing me since you have bill now.
Ryan.dude.: and just to let you know, im going out with olivia. olivia starks. so.. yeah.
Ryan.dude.: bye. gotta go movie.

Monica was practically in tears. She of course still loved Ryan even though they had broken up. They had been going out for almost a year, and she had even slept over at his house. The deal went pretty extreme, considering that his mom found them together in a sleeping bag. And he had totally forgotten her, just went on to get another girl.

What a stupid bastard he is! Monica thought, crying.

She heard another knock at the door. Some hushed voices were speaking in German. She didn't want to go up to the door. She heard a few more knocks and reluctantly opened the door. Tom and Georg were standing there.

"We heard you as we passed the hall," Tom said. Monica was still crying. She felt embarassed, but at the same time she didn't care one bit. "What happened?"

Monica slouched down on the carpet and began wiping her tears. "One guy I used to like just talked to me as if I was a slut. And we were going out for awhile."

Tom looked over at Georg and then Georg left to go downstairs. "Well, maybe some food will cheer you up. Gustav just ordered pizza."

It was then Monica realized that she was face-to-face with Tom Kaulitz. She felt like barfing. She was staring at a mega superstar, and all she was doing was crying. She wiped the tears and let Tom help her get up. She felt his pulse as she straightened up.

"Sure. I guess that'll do..." Monica said and they went down the hall to the elevators.