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Post by Damien Black on Sept 26, 2008 19:40:05 GMT -5
((prefer stronger master, but I don't mind who posts))
A boy dressed in black jeans, a white tank top, and a black vest over that, walked soundlessly down the street. His black boots made hardly any noise against the hard ground, and his gray eyes seemed to be permanently narrowed as he made no attempt to watch where he was going.
Damien had just gotten himself fired. He'd held a couple of jobs lately, and had once again turned up late. But what could he do? He tried to explain to the shop owner he had to take care of his father, considering the man had been getting sicker and sicker lately. He was going much the same way his mother had. Cancer was claiming his liver, due to his mass amount of drinking. The boy didn't mind loosing him though. He was a constant trouble.
But still! He was extremely frustrated, and looking for something to take his mind off what he was thinking. He tore his gaze away from the ground, and looked around, spotting what looked like a manor in the distance. Well, that was odd. He didn't know there was such a large home out here.
He approached the gates, finding them open, and stepped inside.
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Post by Marie Del Cour' on Oct 2, 2008 21:33:40 GMT -5
A young maid had just come around from the back of the mansion,her heels clicked on the pavement of the driveway.She wore a long jacket,and her face was hidden by a hood.She had just returned from a little errand at the other house,how you might ask well that is what we or she in this matter likes to call a secret.A she pulled the hood down,her head turned to see someone enter through the gates.
"A new stranger,to our happy little home".
She was french so her accent was french,these people just seemed to be popping up everywhere.Well another one to add to the list of people in this house,not that she minded.Marie loved to meet the new people who came into this home,even if a dark aura sort of lurked over the mansion.
"Excuse me mousier,may I help you with something".
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