Fury of the storm...

[LittleRedDevil]

Lana
21 years old, short red hair with golden highlights, 5'6, 38c-30-40

The storm started as I drove along the road. It was blinding in its fury. I couldn't see, and the road seemed to become more trecherous as I went on.
I finally had to pull off to the side, not really knowing where I was.

"Shit!" I banged the steering wheel with my hand. Now what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just sit here, and the rain was so blinding I couldn't continue along the road. I looked out the window of my car. I hadn't noticed the driveway just ahead, or the house at the top of the hill. Maybe I could stay there until the storm let up.

I pulled my coat close around me, covering the red halter top I had chosen. It had been nice and sunny when I left home, and a halter and cutoffs had seemed perfect, not that it mattered. I was going to get soaked no matter what I was wearing.

I sucked in a deep breath and dashed from the car. My new white canvas shoes were instantly soaked and mud splattered. I paused a moment at the end of the drive, not sure I should continue. To large gargoyles stood at the end, guarding the entrance. I shook my head, I couldn't sit in my car now, I would freeze from being soaked to the bone. I made my way carefully up the drive. The house I had thought quant, didn't look so inviting when I got closer. It looked like one of those houses from the scary movies. I sighed. I had come this far. I moved up the porch and to the large knocker on the door. I lifted it and let it drop and almost jumped out of my skin at the loud crash that accompanied it.

I stood there, shivering in the rain, waiting for whoever lived inside to open the door.

 

[SWFreak]

OOC: I'd like to join the thread. it sounds really interesting. I'm just not sure where you going with it exactly.

 

[Anakin20]

The door opens

A tall gaunt man answers the door, dressed in a tuxedo of some sort. His angular features are almost cadaverous.
"May I help you?" he says in a nasal accent.

OOC: There's someone in the house I think you'd like to meet. Play on, this is one of the last times you'll see THIS guy.

 

[Mistress]

Lydia Chase

Lydia heard the clanging of the door and looked up from her book. "Hmm, I thought the servants went home already." She said softly to herself and stood from her seat before the fireplace. Setting down her book she wraps her blanket tighter around her shoulders. The storm made the old house even damper then usual. Her bright blue eyes scan the long hallway from her room. Sighing, while remembering just how huge the house was, she padded barefoot down the hall. Shivering from the cold as she made her way to the giant staircase.

"Damn eccentric Uncle,” She curses under her breath as she hurries down the stairs, “God Damn house is too big!"
She wrapped the blanket even tighter as she felt the cold air stinging her skin through her white T-Shirt and blue jeans. "Someone get the door please!” She shouts just incase a servant was still around.

Making a mental note to throw another log in her fireplace when she gets back to her room, she hears the front door open. "Oh, good they aren't all gone yet!"

She had only been in her Uncle's house for a couple of days, the place was huge. She knew he was a strange man but she never knew how strange. It seems he was very eccentric, to the point where even each room of the house had it's own theme. She had rarely heard her parents speak of him as she was growing up. He was undoubtedly a loner from his own family as well as the rest of society. When he came into his fortune he completely shut off the world from his home until recently. Lydia had been home from collage for a week when her mother received the letter in the mail. It was a request for his niece to watch over his home while he was away, though the invitation was strange Lydia agreed to it. Besides, she could have one hell of a party in this place before she had to go back for next semester.

She had only met a few servants; the place was so huge it would be days before she met them all. Just like it would be days before she would be able to totally explore the place from bottom floor up. A slight smile comes to her red lips at the thought of the parties she could throw. Hell, the whole University could fit in here and still have room! A blast of thunder brought her out of her thoughts and back to reality, she had to see who was at the door....

 

[Tyriel]

Jostein Moller - 22yo Norwegian

The path between the car and the back porch was not far, perhaps fifteen to twenty metres, yet his eyes could hardly pick out the frame of the door from where he sat. Inevitable as it may seem, being soaked in rain was not one of the things he intended to do after an exhausting twelve hour flight from Norway. He glanced down at his watch. Fifteen minutes he had been sitting in the car for, waiting for the drenching rain to subside. With his patience in nature finally spent, he flung his back pack over his shoulder and dashed out of the car.

He was wet as soon as he stepped out. By the time he reached the back porch, his six foot two frame was completely saturated. Water dripped from his straw-like dirty blonde hair and rolled down the contours of his jawline. He fumbled around his pockets with an irrational sense of urgency, eventhough he was already drenched to the core. He held the two keys up to his grey-blue eyes and inspected them for any clues as to which one was the key to the back door of the house.

He recieved the keys three weeks ago in a white envelope in the mail. Along with the keys was a note:

"Jostein, come visit me sometime. Use the back door."

An address was scribbled on the back of the note, signed with a signature that Jostein was unable to recognize. It was not for a couple of days after that, when his mother picked up the note, that the sender of the envelope became apparent. It was from his father. Before then, Jostein had never had any correspondence with him. His mother rarely spoke of him, and from what Jostein had gathered, his father was a strange and eccentric man. And the keys just confirmed that fact.

 

[Merelan]

Anya:
24 years old, 5'2" with a slim petite build. Raised and trained by a amn she only knew as Uncle. Though he was no relation. She serves as his personal servant. Traveling with her everywhere. But this time, he has left her. A whim perhaps, or he is testing her once again. Has he really gone? There have been times in the past he had left, but relly has been hidden in the various rooms, tunnels and passages that honeycombed the place. His niece is staying in the house, to guard it. Anya smile. It needed no watching, no guarding. Himself had designed and built it, it guarded itself. He was up to something, but it was not her place, or her way, to ask. All would be clear in good time.
Avoiding the niece at first was easy, but today the storm had come. Anya was terrified of them. Once she had lied to Uncle and he had left her tied to his bars outside throughout a terrific lightening storm. He was not always a kind man. She had learned instant and utter obediance that night.
Having made a fresh pot of tea, and sandwiches Anya was ready to introduce herself to Lydia. She was so pretty. Having watched her nervous ways as she first came to the house. Watched her as she curled up in her blanket and half dozed in front of the fire. Anya wondered if she would be a friend. Shaking her head. Anya was allowed no friends. There was only Uncle. But the door bell rang, and someone knocked. Lydia had gone and answered it herself. Did she not know that was what the butler was for?
Carrying the tea and sandwiches into the room and setting them down. Shyly I reached out and touched the pillow where her head lay.
Lifting it, I scented her. Having caught elusive traces of her as she passed through the rooms. Sweetness, with a touch of spice. So feminine, so fresh. I followed her trail, to make sure she was safe. Who knew who the storm had tossed at her door.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

"Can I help you?" I looked over the man whose voice grated my nerves. I probably looked like a drowned sewer rat to him.

"My name is Lana Thomas. I was forced off the road by the storm. I was wondering if I could take refuse here until it lifts." He looked like he wanted to slam the door in my face, but something stopped him and he stepped aside allowing me to enter the house.

I stood to one side as he closed the door, not wanting to drip water on the beautiful floor. I looked up to see a young woman coming down the stairs. She looked to be about my age, and she was beautiful. Maybe she was the owner, she looked nice enough, maybe she would allow me to stay.

 

[Xantham]

Hank Relitan - 18yo

I shivered again as the car sped by me splashing water on my already drenched frame. "I don't think they even saw me," I swore as the car passed.

Earlier that day, in what turned out to be the stupid move of the decade, I had decided to do a little cross-country bicycling. After about fifty miles the clouds opened into torrential downpour.

I heard the car slow down and pull off the road up ahead. "Maybe they did see me and want to offer me a ride," I hoped. Pedalling a little quicker, I arrived at the car just in time to see what appeared to be a good-looking girl dash up a driveway towards a mansion-looking house. "If she knows who lives here, maybe I can a moment to dry out." I pedalled up the hill and jumped off the bike just as a large figure opened the door. He and the girl exchanged some dialogue that I couldn't hear. The girl -- who by this point I could see up close -- was gorgeous with dripping red hair. Just as I was about to say something, the man let the girl in and closed the door. I banged on the door and after a moment the man opened the door again.

"Excuse me, " I explained. "I'm not sure who owns this place, but could I possibly come in for a moment and dry off. My name is Hank Relitan."

The two of them turned to look at me. I think the girl must not have heard me coming because I think she jumped a little at my voice. Though I am in decent shape and have a well-toned body; my 5'6", 145lb frame has never caused fear in anyone before. Maybe it was the ratted mass my dark-brown hair was in...then I saw another girl approaching down the hall. She looked a lot cuter than this goon at the door maybe she would help...

[Edited by Xantham on 05-29-2001 at 08:12 AM]

 

[afternooner]

George......Curious George

Lightning struck! I swear, not more than 100 yards from me followed immediately by the crash of thunder. I ducked instinctively and looking up saw it run it's razor line across the sky and strike the highest turret on the old mansion.

In the glare of the lightning I saw two, maybe three people enter the house, by the front door and another person going in the back . I had'nt planned on this at all. I had been watching this old house for about a month now, by nature being very inquisitive I had become almost obsessed by the strangeness of this place. So here I was, standing in the pouring rain, trying to satisfy my curiosity again.

Everyone called me Curious George cause I was always curious I guess. My physical apperance seemed to even match this nature. Short5'4'' sandy hair cut short with a unruly cowlick, freckles and a small upturned nose, bright blue eyes that seemed to dart about constantly.

I had thought this would be the perfect night to get inside this place and look around. I knew the owner was gone and the young girl staying here would be easy to get around, if I could only get past that goon at the door. The storm would give me some cover but I had'nt counted on so much rain and so much company The wind started to pick up and I thought I better get home . Then I had an idea, why not pretend I was a stranded traveler and invite myself in. After I was in I could do my investigating at my leasure.

I took my rain coat off and threw it in the bushes along with my flashlight. I let the rain get me soaked, and ruffled up my hair (how can one mess up a cowlick?)Then I proceded up the steps and knocked, trying to look lost and forlorn.

"Another one!" the butler said as he opened the door. I did'nt even get a chance to tell my story before I was ushered into the great hall where I saw a number of people standing.





[Edited by afternooner on 05-29-2001 at 10:49 AM]

 

[Tyriel]

Jostein

"I bet Thor himself would have been proud of this storm." Jostein muttered to himself and dropped his back pack down on the ground. Getting down on one knee, he pulled a dry jumper out of his bag and slipped it on.

The room in which he stood appeared to be some sort of servants' quarter. An oak cupboard, a couple of chairs and a table. It was by no mean shabbily decorated, but somewhat lacked the flair or eccentricity that he expected from his father.

"Hello? Anybody home?" questioned Jostein.

No response.

"Hello?"

Silence.

After already waiting around for fifteen minutes in the car, Jostein decided that he was not about to wait around again for someone or something that may never appear. He slung his gear over his shoulder and set out further into the mansion.

The darkness and rain had obscured the size of the mansion from the exterior. From within it was in reality deceptively vast. Jostein wandered alone through the long corridors, which were decked out with portraits of people he had never seen before. No doubt one of these bozo's my father. he thought, a corner of his lips upturning into a small grin. All this time he fingered the two keys he still had in his pocket.

"Hello?" he tried once more.

Once again, no response.

"HELLO?!?!? Anybody FUCKING HOME?!?!" he yelled, having resigned to the fact that a response other than an echo will probably not eventuate.

 

[Guest]

OOC: too late to post??

 

[Mistress]

Lydia Chase

She was almost to the bottom of the stairs watching the man at the door letting people in from the storm, when she heard it....

"HELLO?!?!? Anybody FUCKING HOME?!?!"

Raising her eyebrows she glanced at the gathering group of people and then back in the direction of where the yelling came. Slightly smiling she shouted back," No, we all fucking went for a walk in the storm!" Leaving whomever the loud mouth was to fend for himself she slowly made her way towards the group.

"Wow, you all look a bit drenched!” Softly laughing her eyes summed up the group. The cute red head, the dark haired man, and another blonde haired man, stood almost huddled together in the doorway. None looked to be in the same group; they all must have been pushed in by the storm.
"Goodness, you guys are freezing too, umm here follow me to the living room!"

Lydia smiled softly at the woman, and gestured for them to follow her into the near by room. The living room was large, one of the largest rooms in the house; it even had two fireplaces, one at each end of the room. "You need to get warm, get sick being all wet like that!"

Ignoring the small warning in the back of her mind, she didn't want to kick the strangers back out into that awful storm! She smiled once they had made their selves comfortable. "I'm Lydia Chase, this is my Uncle's home, feel free to warm up. Hopefully the storm won't last that long!"

"Umm," Turning to the man who had let the people in. "We will need towels and blankets, can you and some of the others find some? I would but, I have no clue where they are!"

 

[David10]

.

*the blonde haired guy trys to get his hair dry with his coat*Were sorry about this my names David

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: David10, afternooner is the blondhaired guy. You can't just take a character, you have to create one.

 

[David10]

ooc:Sorry

*Someone knocks at the door he looks to be about 15 he has Dark Blonde hair and hazel eyes*

 

[Merelan]

Anya:

HELLO?!?!? Anybody FUCKING HOME?!?!"

Who the heck was in the back rooms? Anya had slipped back into the servants quarters when everyone started arriving. Suddenly there was a huge bang and crash. She jumped and raced for the kitchen, her haven, running smack into the arms of a man. Struggling she tried to get free.
"Let me go. Get out. this is my home. Please." Then another crash and bolt of lightening hit, flooding the room with it's eery glow. Wrapping her arms around him, begging him to hold her. She could hear her own voice, whimpering, but was unable to stop herself.
"Master, Uncle. Please. Don't leave me here."
It took a few seconds for her to pull herself away. Not able to look up, to look him in the eyes. Pulling away sharply, but unable to completely leave for he held her arm. Slowly she looked up, it wasn't Uncle, but, it was. Puzzled she tried to break free.

 

[Tyriel]

Jostein

"No, we all fucking went for a walk in the storm!" came the reply.

Before Jostein had a chance to respond, there was a flash of lightning, an explosion of thunder, and next thing he knew, he had a petite lady in his arms. Hardly five foot two and dressed in a maid's uniform, the girl seemed very much like a little child. She muttered a few unintelligable words - something do with Master, Uncle and the home. He held for a brief moment. The echo of the thunderclap subsided and soon the room was silence once more other than the pitter patter of the pouring rain.

"Um. Hey there." he said, a little confused but nevertheless quite amused by the situation. The lady struggled to break free.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! It's OK." he reassured her, as he held arm firmly but with a certain degree of gentleness. "You're probably wondering who the hell I am. My name's Jostein Moller. I believe my father owns this mansion. He sent me the key for the backdoor."

 

[Merelan]

Anya:
His words stopped me dead.
"Father? But Master doesn't have a son.Does he?"

There were parts of his life I did not know, maybe he did. This man looked like him, even had smelled like him.
Pulling myself up. It must be true, and if so, then this man must be treated as Uncle, respectfully. I wondered if his neice knew about this. Had Uncle planned it?

"I am Anya. Your "Fathers" personal assistant and general housekeeper. Why do you come here when he is not home?"

 

[Tyriel]

Josh

"I am Anya. Your "Fathers" personal assistant and general housekeeper. Why do you come here when he is not home?" queried Anya.

Jostein smiled. Strange and eccentric his father may have been, but at the least the man good taste in personal assistants.

"Well Anya, to be honest, I have absolutely no idea why I'm here. I've actually never spoken to my father before. Not that I can remember anwyay." said Jostein, twitching his lips from side to side in contemplation. He shrugged and smiled once more. "I guess he finally wanted to meet me. He just gave me these and said to drop by."

Jostein pulled the keys out from his pocket and showed it to Anya.

"Oh, and you can call me Josh. That's what everyone at home in Norway calls me."

 

[Xantham]

Hank

*"Goodness, you guys are freezing too, umm here follow me to the living room!"*

"Thank you very much." I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't going to be turned back out into the storm. "Do you mind if I bring my bike into the hall so it doesn't wash away in the flood? I promise I won't be any more trouble."
Assuming she didn't mind, I popped outside, brought my bike into the hall and then folllowed her and the rest of the group to the living room, where the sight of the two large fireplaces was like heaven. I immediately took up residence in front of one of the fireplaces.

*"I'm Lydia Chase, this is my Uncle's home, feel free to warm up. Hopefully the storm won't last that long!"*

Lydia turned and asked the large man at the door to get some towels and such. Wow, it must be nice to have servants running around.

"I don't know if you heard me at the door, but my name is Hank Relitan." I offered Lydia my hand, wet as it was, to thank her again for her offer. "I don't think I caught anyone else's name, though."

 

[Merelan]

Anya:
"Norway?" That explained the checks I sent out. Okay. he must be his son.

But then another crash and flash. I shivered and jumped.


"Never met him? He is the most remarkable man in the world. He raised me from the time I was 5. He isn't here just now. Did you know that? His niece is here though, ummm. Have you two ever met?" How was I going to introduce them when I hadn't officially met her yet.

"She, Lydia, is in the hallway, with some arrivals. Go through there." Pointing the way. "Would you let her know I am serving hot soup, coffee and sandwichs on the buffet in thirty minutes. Spare clothing is in the second door to the right as you go up the sairs, its the Oriental room. All robes, so they should fit everyone. Here are towels to help them dry off. Thanks." Being abrupt, but confused. Why hadn't Uncle ever told me of his son? My thoughts in a turmoil, forgetting Lydia had no idea who I was.

OOC:

Thanks Mistress, I owe you a kiss... or something.

[Edited by Merelan on 05-30-2001 at 08:26 AM]

 

[Mistress]

Re: ooc:Sorry

*Someone knocks at the door he looks to be about 15 he has Dark Blonde hair and hazel eyes*

OOC:
Hope your not 15 in the story cause you have to be 18 or older to play hon!

Whispers in Merelan's ear Lydia is the neice!

 

[Tyriel]

Josh

Josh frowned and muttered as he headed towards the direction in which Anya had directed him to. He repeated the message over and over, getting more and more confused with each repetition.

"Hot soup, sandwiches, buffet. Thirty minutes... wait or was that twenty... spare robes, up the stairs... third door to the right? No... second... and tea. Or was it coffee..." he continued, shielding his eyes and rubbing his temples in frustration.

Chatter was audible from the living room. He followed the voices and he soon found himself standing in a room full of people, five pairs of eyes glued to him, wondering where in Odin's name he appeared from. Three of them looked like that had just stepped out of the rain only moments ago. One seemed like a butler of sorts. And the last... Josh was so astonished for a moment that he almost forgot to breath. She smiled. He smiled back. Sheepishly.

"Lydia? ... I..." he stammered,

"Soup... sandwiches, and spare robes..."

He pointed upstairs.

"I... well... Anya...."

He pointed towards the corridor from which he came from.

Silence.

Josh closed his eyes and wished the ground would open up swallow him whole. You idiot Josh. he thought.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I followed the woman into the large living room, smiling as one of the young men moved to sit in front of a fire place. I listened with half an ear as our hostess, Lydia, asked the large, strange butler for towels and such.

Hank, his name was Hank. The other man hadn't introduced himself yet. I was about to when a very large, very handsome man walked in. I could only stare at him as he began to stutter under the warmth of Lydia's smile.

I covered my mouth to keep from laughing at his plight when he shut his eyes tightly. Poor man. I took pity on him, moving forward to greet him. "How do you do?" I held out my hand to him, "I'm Lana, that's Lydia, that's Hank." I looked to the other blond young man, "I don't know his name yet because he hasn't told us it." I looked back at the new comer, "Well, what about you? Why don't you tell us who you are."

 

[afternooner]

george ..trying not to blow my cover

I stand silent, waiting as the others respond to each other's questions. I figure that the more I listen and the less I say will do for now.

My eyes roamed around assessing my situation when suddenly I realize they are all looking at me or so it seems, so I'd better say something or get the hell out of here fast. Getting out may be tough, the butler seems to be guarding the door!

So I walk up to Lydia who seems to belong here and introduce myself, "Hi, Im' George, George Carver, I was on my way home when I got turned around in the storm and wound up here". "Mind if I warm up a bit and maybe wait until this storm blows over. I give her my brightest smile and shake her hand looking around at the others to see their reactions They seem to be engaged in conversation or studying their surroundings, like I am. Maybe just knowing my name satisfied their curiosity.

Now, someone is talking about robes and tea in the room upstairs. I'll just tag along and see what happens next.

[Edited by afternooner on 05-30-2001 at 10:28 AM]