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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 12, 2014 14:01:17 GMT -8
((OOC here: tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5830/hill-house-open )) The journey had been an easy one – soft, coasting, almost like they’d been drifting through clouds rather than whatever way they’d come. Nobody was really sure how long it had lasted – but then, nobody was really sure what it was or where they were being taken to. In fact, for the vast majority of their journey after getting onto the train, they’d all been asleep, resting on the couches of the cars. But they were waking up now – blurry-eyed, bleeding exhaustion from their pores, trying to figure out what was going on. The train car that they were all stuffed into was ornate – wood details with a polished finish based the doors and benches jutting from the walls, and the seats were furnished with red, down tapestry. Their bags were up above, forced into somewhat small compartments. Out the window, the world ripped by like smoke. They were surrounded by a fog, clouds meshed together in a milky white vortex, growing more and more intense before giving way to an inky blackness. The night sky now appeared before them, stars peeking out beyond trees that waved in the distance. They were on some form of a bridge, overlooking on all sides a majestic green countryside that’s beauty shone even at night. In the distance, they would be able to see the bridge giving way to further wilderness – and further, a tower jutting up into the skyline. Johanna groaned over at one side of the car. Waking up was her least favorite part of the day – or, well, night in this case. She detested the fact that she had no blanket, turning over roughly… and immediately being deposited on the wooden floors after twisting behind another passenger. “Ow, god da-“ Her voice fell off into mumbled curses. Oh well, she was awake now, and, after letting out a huff, was looking around. A window, unaccompanied by one of the benches, caught her eye, and she pulled herself to her feet to go look out at the grounds. Angel’s wakeup was much less dramatic, though she still let out a few soft noises and didn’t want to wake up. She was sitting in one of the benches, packed in with a few others, but it was really the sudden ruckus that got her up in a shock, to immediately look at all the people around her. She was coming to and realizing that she recognize no one – and the last thing she really remembered was being out in the city. This was going to end badly, wasn’t it? Ryan was curled somewhat into the fetal position on the opposite end of the bench with Angel, half draped off the side. He gave a startle when everyone else did, and then settled back down, giving a small whimper and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked upwards – only to see the void that gave way to the night sky right as he looked. He jumped up suddenly, almost like a cat, to sit on his knees and stare out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what they’d just passed through. Instinctively, his right hand went up, elbow resting nonchalant on the back of the seat, to cover the bruise that still covered the right side of his face while he was looking. There was no sight of the fog they’d come from behind them – just the clear night sky and the woods they’d begin to pass through now.
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Post by Flip on Dec 12, 2014 14:58:08 GMT -8
Elinor sat, looking past the other occupants of the carriage, watching the world speed by. She'd woken a little while earlier- slowly and quietly, not disturbing the others, and not moving from her seat on the bench. She sat sideways on, facing the window, with her legs up and crossed and her knees level with her chin, though not tucked underneath. Her body language read calm and collected, almost quietly confident, expertly concealing her apprehension about her destination. She wasn't sure what had driven her here- frustration, most likely- but she was beginning to come to the conclusion that it had perhaps not been her wisest move.
To busy her mind, Elinor had, subtly, been running her eyes over the others in the carriage. She had been trying to build up as much of a picture of each as she could, based upon their sleeping positions, and how they awoke, but there was only so much she could glean from that. There had been little of interest- the girl that had fallen off the bench was an athlete of some sorts, surely, looking at the way she carried herself. Perhaps a boxer, martial artist, maybe even a fencer. The young boy, a victim. The bruising was a giveaway, but his startle reflex suggested he was always the prey, never a predator. A victim of bullying, almost certainly. Elinor sighed slightly, breaking the silence that had settled again and betraying her wakeful state. There was only so much she could glean from the little she'd seen so far- time, she thought, to provoke a little more to work with. She cleared her throat slightly, before speaking, her voice, despite sounding a little cracked and hoarse, a pleasant mix of received pronunciation covering a soft Scottish accent. "Does anyone have any water? My throat's dry as a bone."
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 12, 2014 15:32:57 GMT -8
The noise of the waking passengers had Melody's cat Aurora flicking her tail too and frow. Melody grunted in response to the cats antics. Sleeping on her side in an almost fetal position she twisted and opened her eyes with a huff when she came to the conclusion her sleeping was over.
Glancing around when she realised she was not alone. Rubbing her eyea she grabbed Aurora and clutched her close.
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Post by Flip on Dec 12, 2014 15:51:15 GMT -8
The sharp movement of the girl scooping up her cat caught Elinor's attention, her eyes darting over to analyse quickly. Fear- standard, given the situation. Holding that cat so close, clearly a comfort blanket. She smirked slightly- that need for comfort was easily manipulated and drawn on, and made people easy to read in the mean time. She'd been curled up, a defensive posture- another victim, Elinor was sure of it. "Any water, anyone?"
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 12, 2014 15:55:13 GMT -8
Chewing her lip she slowly strokes Aurora's head. Quickly her eyes shot over to the voice who spoke. Not noticing it till now, she was quite parched.
"I'd take some" she said in a whisper.
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Post by Flip on Dec 12, 2014 16:07:34 GMT -8
Speaking in a whisper- most definitely a victim. Not wanting to instigate an attack against the person by staying quiet and being unthreatening, a standard response, she thought. A sense of slight pity rose in her, however, and she got up. Elinor got up and reached to take down her bag from above, before taking out an empty water bottle. "There's got to be a tap around here. I'll go have a look- anyone fancy coming for a walk?"
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 12, 2014 16:19:28 GMT -8
Cringing at the idea of going for a walk. There was a definett kink in her neck that a stroll would likely straighten out. However this person was a stranger, but seems so kind.
Lookinf at Aurora her ear twitched in response. Setting her to the ground she stood clutching her satchel. "I'll join you" she spoke with a timid smile fiddiling with the sleeves of her top. Aurora at her heels.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 12, 2014 16:30:53 GMT -8
"I-I think I have some in my bag?" The boy piped up then, turning around to the others before standing up to pull down his bag - a bright red suitcase - from the compartment. He unzipped a pocket, and passed the only two bottles within to the girls.
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Post by Flip on Dec 12, 2014 16:36:35 GMT -8
The boy was clearly nervous, but perhaps eager to please. Elinor took one bottle from him, with a surface smile. "Don't worry- we can share. I only want a little bit, anyway." She passed the bottle over to the girl who had taken to trusting her too quickly. "Here," she said, offering the bottle. "Drink what you need, I'll only need a little." She smiled another superficial smile, one that didn't quite meet the calculating look in her eyes.
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 12, 2014 16:44:32 GMT -8
Something about the smile didn't sit right with Melody. Reaching out to take the water she took a sip, her eye remaining lowered. "Thank you" she whispered again and passes the water back.
Aurora wasn't as timid as Melody was. Walking over the cat rubbed her head against the boy as if thanking him aswell
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 12, 2014 16:48:25 GMT -8
The boy reached down to pet the cat, already smiling and starting to get far less nervous. He sat straighter, and his eyes were a bit brighter now, trying to get to some form of 'normal.'
"Does anyone know what the hell's going on really?" He asked, running his hand through his hair and letting it linger back at the bruise. "Or where we're going?"
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 12, 2014 16:53:43 GMT -8
Taking in the change in the boys face, putting it in the back of her mind to ask about the bruise later. Patting her thigh Aurora sauntered over. "Haven't a clue. Last I remember I was hacking fire wood" she said in a stronger voice scoppinh Aurora into her arms.
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Post by Alastor on Dec 12, 2014 16:57:46 GMT -8
On a bench towards the other end of the car, another passenger stirred awake- mostly from the sharp thud of the head of the girl next to her dashing against the floor echoing softly. Groaning lightly, the girl slowly opened her grey eyes, and with her pinkish hands pushed back her creamy white curls from her temples, rubbing her head. Her head was throbbing, dammit. She always hated the racket trains made while traveling, and this headache wasn't helping any.
The girl turned her admittedly limited gaze onto the girl who fell, who now was standing up and walking to the other end of the car.
"Oh, che bel culo..." She said to herself.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 12, 2014 17:17:31 GMT -8
The blonde-haired girl swerved to look behind her, catching Eulalia's eye and giving a devilish grin.
"My ass isn't that great, Love, but thank you."
Angel was still staring out the window. In the woods, shapes and figures flickered in the shadows, moving unsettlingly. Her face was contorted into a frown until she heard the one girl speak up about where she'd been.
"I was downtown," she added to the conversation. "I was trying to find my way back home... but I guess I'm not going to do that..."
"I was out on the town," Johanna realized that this conversation was starting and that she might as well be in it, so she sat down next to Eulalia. "I was trying to snap some pics of this kennel out there, it was gross as hell. But then I just turned around and - poof! There was a giant fucking train."
"I was... heading to a hotel," Ryan tossed back his shoulders a bit, trying to seem more confident in himself. "Just getting ready for a trip."
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 12, 2014 18:05:07 GMT -8
Scratching Aurora's head she pondered how all of them from different places ended up here, and why? Melody wondered if the wood had all been stacked, was her dad home yet? The thoughts clouded her brain.
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Post by Alastor on Dec 12, 2014 19:44:23 GMT -8
The white haired girl blushed, "Ahhh, I'm sorry!" She said in a somewhat thick Italian accent, "I did not expect you to know Italian!"
She paused, noticing that the others were telling their stories. Eulalia cleared her throat, trying to draw attention to herself. "Well," She started, in a boastful tone. "I was traveling with mia mamma e papà, when I got... lost. Next thing I know, I'm on this train..."
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Post by JW% on Dec 12, 2014 20:54:56 GMT -8
The night was still an inky mass outside his darkened window. The blackness filtered through the room, soaking into every surface in a different amount, and into his soul most of all. The weight rested on him, crushing his spirit with it's pounding throbbing...
His eyes opened and he regretted it immediately. Yep, that was a headache alright. Blackness... uh... night... something, something... bah, he couldn't get the train of thought together again. All he felt was the headache like a vice crushing his skull and a burning waste within his mouth.
This would not due. He had to get out of bed, at least eventually. Why did it hurt so much in a dark, quiet room? What was it going to feel like when a light was turned on? Or when he had to converse with... oh no. May the Lord in His endless cruelty be damned to His own fires. Today was the day the train was coming in. He could hear it already. Or maybe that was the sound of his heart thumping through his brain.
"Why..." He grumbled, moving to set up in bed. Encouraged by the pain not making him pass out he continued on. "... does a heart have to beat so loudly?" He mused, shuffling to perform his morning bathroom rituals.
The light in the bathroom was indeed a burning spike being driven through his crusted eyes, and even when he closed them against the offending glow, he could still feel it piercing through his forehead and slicing with it's dull burning heat his mind.
A bottle of whiskey clinked as he brushed up against it on the night stand. He gave the offending container a glare and vowed to himself not to touch the vile liquid. "Nevermore." He groaned.
"Nevermore!" Cawed a the dark raven perched on a credenza in the hallway. It shifted a little, giving him a sideways look as if to say he had made such a declaration a thousand times before or more. "Nevermore" should his lips touch alcohol, yet each evening he ended with a small drink... then another... "Nevermore" should he make such declarations, lacking the will to see them through.
It didn't matter. He washed himself and dressed in properly formal attire. He'd have to deal with the screeching of the train as it arrived in due time. A light breakfast, enough that his stomach could handle, and some food for his raven who dove down and took it from his outstretched hand without him needing to look up from his efforts.
Master Lovecraft would likely not be awake yet, and might even want breakfast as well when he was. The duties of a Majordomo were never ending. Best to start to buttle before ones charge was even awake after all. If only the rest of the universe would cooperate and stop pulsating with the throb of madness in the blackened tar veins of an addicts mind.
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Post by Flip on Dec 13, 2014 2:04:35 GMT -8
Elinor decided to keep her cards close to her chest for now- she know what she could do with what she was picking up. She didn't much fancy anyone else being able to do the same to her. She sat back down, took a single mouthful of water and swallowed, screwing the lid back on as she watched the group. The Italian girl caught her eye particularly, her tone of voice speaking volumes about her, and there was something about her Elinor could not quite place yet. Runaways, she thought to herself. Perhaps they're all runaways, or lost- god knows they look it.
She paused in her train of thought, looking across at the Italian girl. "I don't suppose your mamma e papà would have anything to do with your ending up here, would they?" She raised an eyebrow, as if skeptical, sitting back down on the bench whilst maintaining intentionally uncomfortable eye contact.
Another figure still stirred inside the walls of Hill House. Dr. Godwin finally shed her white coat, having locked up and finished her surgical practices for the night. The darkness outside had long been a comfort as she worked, shielding her from the judgement of others upon her skill- she would not let anyone watch her work unnecessarily. Her tools stood in the autoclave, which hummed quietly as it cleaned and disinfected her treasures. Mary adored her surgical tools. A matching set, the same style, the same metal, the same touches on the grip to make them easier to use- they were a prized possession to her. Unsurprising for a woman of medicine, and of surgery. She walked over to wash her arms and hands once more before she left, her eyes looking out of the window over the sink.
In the distance, a train drew close. She sighed slightly- she had stayed in her sanctuary too long tonight. She would be tired today. She could sneak away and sleep a while in front of her fireplace, but Lord only knows who would creep up on her. At least it would be quiet today for her, and if not, well. She would cope. It was a shame she had no Matron to help- a Matron could hold down the fort whilst she rested. No doubt she would be chastised for letting the time run away from her, but she would get her sleep, at least. "Alas, it is not so," she spoke aloud to no-one. She reached across and dried her hands, before slipping her feet out of the sensible, covered-toe flats she used in her theatre, and back into the elegant heels she usually wore. Her blouse and skirt, she acknowledged, needed changing- the smell of antiseptics, formaldehyde and tissue samples clung to her clothes and her hair, and that would never do for meeting the new charges. She passed quietly through the house and back to her own quarters, running a bath as she slid out of her clothes. She always saved rolling down her stockings until last- she loved the feel of the silky material coming away from her skin. Bathing, usually a luxury, would have to be hurried through today, and she re-emerged, clad only in her towel, and quickly began to ready herself for the day. A clean blouse, a fresh skirt- new stockings, of course. Before closing her wardrobe, she took out a pristine white doctor's coat, and hung it on her floor-length mirror, before sitting at her vanity table to apply her make-up, scent and fix her hair as the sun began to rise.
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Post by Alastor on Dec 13, 2014 12:53:01 GMT -8
Elinor decided to keep her cards close to her chest for now- she know what she could do with what she was picking up. She didn't much fancy anyone else being able to do the same to her. She sat back down, took a single mouthful of water and swallowed, screwing the lid back on as she watched the group. The Italian girl caught her eye particularly, her tone of voice speaking volumes about her, and there was something about her Elinor could not quite place yet. Runaways, she thought to herself. Perhaps they're all runaways, or lost- god knows they look it. She paused in her train of thought, looking across at the Italian girl. "I don't suppose your mamma e papà would have anything to do with your ending up here, would they?" She raised an eyebrow, as if skeptical, sitting back down on the bench whilst maintaining intentionally uncomfortable eye contact. "Well," The girl's tone shifted a bit, a tad less boastful and far more suspicious than before. "There's a chance, but I doubt it. We rarely travel by train."
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Post by Flip on Dec 13, 2014 13:22:21 GMT -8
"Well," The girl's tone shifted a bit, a tad less boastful and far more suspicious than before. "There's a chance, but I doubt it. We rarely travel by train." "Well, who knows what they planned for your travels." She pulled a copy of The Cobra Event from her bag, sitting back, beginning to read. "Maybe they decided it was time you took a trip alone. Who knows?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 14, 2014 1:13:52 GMT -8
Hill House itself seemed to know it would be receiving guests. The attendants would find doors standing open by themselves, fires lighting themselves in the fireplaces, lights turning on - and perhaps most important of all, gentle noises from birds and other small, non-life-threatening animals.
Though possibly the niceness of those was made up for in the fact that Alphonse de Sade was nowhere to be found. Most people who knew de Sade could agree that it was much nicer to at least be able to see him rather than be left in the dark about such things...
Jane hadn't been up for too long. She had, in fact, trimmed the garden and fixed several worry plants in the days before - it wouldn't be too long before the tiger lilies would need declawing again, but alas, such was the job. The rooms were done too - though of course, each would quickly evolve as both she and Hill House learned the preferences of each guest, but for now, things would do quite nicely.
Now all that was left to do was wait for the train to come in.
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Post by Flip on Dec 14, 2014 16:07:15 GMT -8
Elinor looked up as the landscape changed, the sun just peaking over the horizon. The silhouette of a large house loomed into view, and she had a strange feeling inside her that she was setting eyes on their destination. Putting down her book, having skimmed less than a page, she got up and walked over to the window, standing besides Johanna. "Is it just me," she murmured, "or does anyone get the feeling we've arrived?"
Mary walked out of her room, careful to lock it behind her as she left, once she was well-presented and ready to greet the new arrivals. Deciding that time was on her side, she walked through the corridors with purpose towards the kitchens and dining room, where the usual spread of breakfast foods were on offer. She helped herself to a pot of strong black tea, adding a splash of milk to the cup before pouring the amber liquid in with it. She paused to ponder her choices of breakfast, before settling on a warm croissant with apricot jam, setting down her breakfast selection before tucking in, deciding in her mind to pick up a nectarine from the fruit bowl once she had finished her pastry, for she did very much enjoy the sweet stone fruits.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 14, 2014 21:40:38 GMT -8
The train burst out from the woods and into a perfectly sunny sky. Before them lay a massive mansion - impossibly old, sprawling leagues, an unsettling shade of navy-purple - unlike any color they have seen before, the paint itself broken, shedding back. Tall tower-like roofs rested in various cones, ending in Gothic spirals with knife-sharp tips and brownish-crimson tiling, giving off an illusion of dried blood. Circular windows peeked at the train and the students, an unblinking series of lights in all of them. But the most unsettling sight was the central tower that sprang up further than the rest of the whole place.
The train came to a screeching halt, extended out before the house. The door to the children's car swung open ominously.
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Post by JW% on Dec 14, 2014 22:16:11 GMT -8
He stood at the train station, a tall man with a sharply pressed jacket. His expression was stern, his face a germanic layering of wrinkles beneath his eyes that extended down his cheeks. His forehead was exposed beneath dark hair parted and slightly curling, showing him to be not as old as the rest of his face appeared to be, despite the stern expression and slightly bloodshot eyes.
"All arrivals retrieve your baggage and please line up here." He instructed. "If you don't think you're supposed to be here, feel free to stay on the train." The train had a way of making that impossible, in it's own way with it's own devilish sense of 'humor'. "So let's get a look at you, shall we?" He sighed. Too many young ladies, not enough young men. This was going to lead to issues with the bathrooms he just knew it. The uniforms as well, since Lovecraft had decided to do a fifty/fifty split of male and female.
"I weep for the state of the world." He sighed under his breath.
"Very well then. The master of the house will be welcoming you properly in good time." He snapped out as the group was still forming themselves. "He will be the one to address your questions to. Until then, are there pressing matters? Porters will gather your baggage if you leave it at the station, so no need to pack it with you on the march." Not that anyone ever saw porters, just as nobody saw what had been lighting the fires and other household chores. Poe made certain of that. "I will show you to the toilets, should you need to use them after your trip. I fear you will have to take turns, we only have so many facilities to deal with guests."
He spoke as he was sizing them up, making mental notes on their appearance and stance. A sharp detectives mind studied details about these new arrivals and filed them for later, for when they would be less cultivated and more artless in holding themselves. What he saw with this first impression would need to be compared to how they reacted later, having gotten used to the routine of madness and insanity.
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but glance at the train and around even as he kept his eyes on the children. Where was de Sade? Would he be riding up on a bear with some kind of hooked claw dinosaurs on a leash in a moment for his first culling of the latest crop? No, no, they'd discussed this after last time. He had learned his lesson... right?
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Post by Flip on Dec 15, 2014 1:48:24 GMT -8
'Nimble minded, analytical thinker. Sizing us up.' His eye movements were a dead giveaway- Elinor spotted them immediately, even before knocking the glasses perched on her head down to meet the bridge of her nose. 'Searching for something. Concerned- anxiety? Or fear?' Her internal monologue narrated her own note-taking, careful to watch her own body language, presenting as neutral and unreadable a slate as she was known to, reflexively giving little away. Despite this, she was already forgetting why she was here at all. A finishing school, ordered by her grandmother, perhaps? Something about the place made her feel like she couldn't have come here of her own volition, could she? It must have been her family. Surely. Her mind wandered from her usual train of though as to the growing gap in her memory as to her being here, silently stepping towards the strange man, and unconscious gesture for him to lead on.
Mary had watched Edgar walk out, the train pulling into the station as she finished her breakfast. Leaving her crockery to be tidied away by the housemaster's unseen servants, she walked into the entry hall, taking her long, grey coat from an ornate coat stand that Dr. Godwin was certain changed it's pattern each time she saw it. She slipped the coat over her doctor's coat and stepped outside, standing on the steps up to the grand gothic hall. It would not take her a moment to introduce herself to the new charges, she thought, and once she had done so, perhaps she could slip away whilst they settled in and get a little rest. There was a sofa and a high-backed armchair besides the fire in her infirmary office- perfect, as she well knew, for a quick nap. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, trying to guess what selection she would be treating this time. How many would spend a long night in her infirmary, she wondered. How many would listen to her at work in her theatre? What would they suppose it was this time? Mary smiled despite herself. 'How far- no,' she thought to herself, 'how close to the truth will they get this time?' It never took them long to realise something was amiss in this house. The Headmaster was very good at ensuring that.
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Post by Alastor on Dec 15, 2014 12:07:16 GMT -8
Eulalia carefully watched the house as it approached from the train. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up- something was blatantly wrong about the place, and it was far from lost on the albino. As Poe came to size them up, she stood slightly slouched, with her arms crossed on her chest and with a slightly dazed look in her eyes.
Careful eyes would spot a man in his mid-forties looking out the window of one of the Gothic spirals, before quickly closing the blinds of his office. Though they could not see it, the man had the look of exhaustion on him. It was another sleepless night with his horrific night terrors and Lord above, he was not in the mood for those night terrors to be real right now.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 15, 2014 12:20:56 GMT -8
Johanna headed out from the train relatively quickly, only a large purse in hand at the moment. This guy - well really, this entire place - gave her the creeps, not least of which the swollen floorboards of the station that creaked beneath them as they waled onto it. She stood towards the front of the line, though glancing back a few times to catch Eulalia's eye teasingly.
Ryan took his bag, already on the floor, and rolled it out after some of the others, tucking his bangs behind his ear and adjusting his hat to be able to block the sun from his eyes while looking from the man to the mansion.
Angel lagged behind the others. She didn't have much with her either, but part of her wondered whether or not it'd be more fitting to stay on the train. The tower of the mansion loomed high above them, and she couldn't take her eyes off of it when they walked out, taking up the back of the line.
"Sir," She finally spoke up, although quiet, "Why are we here, exactly?"
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Dr. Godwin would find suddenly that Jane was standing close to her, her hands clasped tightly in front of her and her shoulders back properly. She was rather eager to be able to meet the new charges - but of course, that eagerness was somewhat allotted to getting to show them their rooms, and getting to learn more about them themselves.
They would also feel a sudden looming darkness over them as de Sade, still in full gear as always, strutted out from somewhere along the veranda and swooped down to be on the opposite side of the stairs from them, eying the new children intently. On the upside, there seemed to be no tricks up his sleeve yet.
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Post by Flip on Dec 15, 2014 12:54:11 GMT -8
Mary smiled at Jane's arrival- she was very fond of the woman, who often helped her in the Infirmary. "Good morning, Jane." She shuffled a little closer to the gardener, nudging her slightly in greeting. "Doesn't time fly- another cohort to take under our wings, here already." Her smile quickly vanished, cringing slightly as Alphonse de Sade swooped in to stand besides her. Mary cleared her throat slightly, before greeting him. "Oh, good day, de Sade." Her voice was far flatter, almost cool towards him- as cool as she dared. Despite her intense dislike of the man, she did depend upon his assistance to dispose of her work once she was finished with it. She was near certain that once she could dispose of her own messes, she would explicitly ban him from her lab and infirmary. Until then, she silently suffered his unpleasantness and lewdness with little more than a grimace.
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Post by JW% on Dec 16, 2014 0:22:35 GMT -8
Poe was marching them along the path and up the steps to the grand doors. The movement at the windows assured him that the Master was up and about, though what condition he might be in was up for debate. So many nights oblivion was preferred to this twilight sucking your soul into it's horrors.
"As I said before," Poe addressed Angels question, "the Master of the house will be addressing your questions in good time, once introductions are made in his own eminent manner." It might involve tentacles. There was enough curling architecture had enough curling swirls and sharp pointed things that a few more pseudo pods reaching forth to consume the unwary would hardly be noticed. Poe hoped it wouldn't involve tentacles. The slime of the more aquatic themed ones tended to be messy.
The doors opened with a groaning decrepit sound that seemed the mechanical sound of metal and wood straining under it's own age and weight mixed with the roar of an aged and dying dragon as it's bones cracked from it's own bellow. It didn't even take a glance for Poe to notice who all had shown up. With a curt nod to the gathered heads of the house he returned his attention to the charges, making sure they didn't wander off.
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Post by toothpiic on Dec 16, 2014 8:50:30 GMT -8
Shuffeling silently behind, clutching her small bag close to her body. Takimgg in the sight before her, she had never seen a building so big. Nor had she seen such an aray of people. Tucking her dark hair behind her ear her green eyes sparkles with curiosity as to what waa in store.
Aurora fell asleep inside Melody's bag before they had even left the station.
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