|
Post by Carna on Jun 8, 2013 21:34:38 GMT -5
Plot
There is a new girl in town who just seems to have appeared in the the thick of night. She has moved into an old house no one has lived in for what many believe to be centuries, but she has a deed with her name on it, and all seems to be in order. But something is off about the girl, and no one can quite place it.
Who is this new girl? Where did she come from? And why hasn't anyone ever heard her families name before?
On the eve of a new moon, the streets were empty and laid bare besides a few stray leaves blowing carelessly in the wind. The street was lit with a few lamps, and cars parked on each side. Nothing moving, no people walking around, no night critters walking around.
Suddenly a strange wind picks up, and the lights on the street flicker only a moment, and when they come back on there is a person standing under one of the street lamps, as if they appeared out of thin air. The figure was looking up at a small cobblestone house with matching fence encasing the property. A few large oak trees sit in the front yard.
The figure walks quietly up the small stoned pathway to the front door, a jet black cat runs up behind her. The figure pulls down her hood, it is a young woman. She pushes open the door and enters. The light comes on.
|
|
|
Post by starlessnight on Jun 26, 2013 4:27:00 GMT -5
Rémy De'Laque had lived in the town for nearly four years. That, however, was long enough to hear about the old house down the street from where he lived. Although he had never seen the building, it had been described enough for him to picture it in his mind and it seemed a waste for such a house to stand empty for so many years.
His own house was similarly modest; he did not need very much space and large houses were just an inconvenience for people like him. Being blind and living alone was less of a chore in a small home.
Rémy was not one for gossip. In fact, he spent very little time socializing. He had no idea that someone had come to claim the house until his neighbour stopped him in the morning on the way to work. According to him, there had been lights on in the building the previous night. Rémy had asked if perhaps some teens had gone into the house to see if it was 'haunted' as many locals had claimed. He did not believe in the supernatural, but teenagers seemed to eat that sort of thing up.
The man had no response, having not considered that. With a soft chuckle to himself, Rémy said his goodbyes and began walking down the street, his long white cane sweeping along in front of him. A soft breeze tossed his white-blond hair over his shoulder and into his vacant blue eyes. He knew he would have to pass the empty house and he couldn't help but wonder if the person or people that had been inside the previous night were still around.
|
|
|
Post by Carna on Jun 27, 2013 0:45:01 GMT -5
The sun has broken into the small upstairs window of the house. The woman, Cassandra Spellwick, from the previous night lay on top of a bed, fully clothed snoring lightly. She stirs and rolls over, rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out of them. She examines the room then sighs, she remembers where she is. A hint of a smile appears on her face.
She stands up in the room and crosses the way to pull a sheet off of a mirror. She looks into it. There are bags under her eyes, not that she was surprised. After what she had done, it was enough to drain anyone. She waves her hand and with a slight yellow glow and swirl of energy around her, her outfit changes into a rather perky number. A yellow shirt with black tights. She pulls back her hair and finds a little hair elastic to pull it back into her usual pony tail.
As she turns around there is a black, short-hair cat sitting on the bed watching her, "Moving day, Jett. This could be fun. Haha." She says with a smile to the cat. The cat mews in response, and even looks to show a grin.
Cassy then pushes open the window in the room that stirs a rather large amount of dust. She sneezes and brushes her hand near her face. She then left the room into the upstairs landing and into another room. She unlocks the door with a skeleton key she has on a simple chain around her neck, and enters. This room full of many boxes and a large bookshelf taking up a whole wall. While on the other wall was a large workstation with a large cauldron and book stand. She walks past it all and opens the window in this room as well, then leaves it, locking it behind her then placing the key under her shirt.
As she heads downstairs she is greeted by a few more boxes as well as sheet covered furniture in the front room. She opens the door to the house to let the fresh air roll in, then turns and heads to the back of the house where there is a lovely kitchen area with a new looking stove and fridge and island, as well as a all glass outcrop that had a simple wooden table and chairs set up. Boxes line the counters. Cassy opens several of the window panes in the all glass area of the kitchen area and looks out into a rather overgrown garden. Perhaps a future project.
She doesn't worry about the basement, but after enough windows are open, she pulls open one of the boxes in the main hallway and pulls out a little radio. She walks into the kitchen and plugs it into a wall socket and leaves it on the counter. She turns it on, and finds a descent radio station. SHe turns it up with a smile and does a little dance as she heads back down the hallway and into the main room.
She examines the boxes in this room and looks at each one. There is also a bookshelf on one of the walls in this room. "Ok, time to unpack." With a wave of her hand the box tops unfold and the objects inside start floating out into the air and arranging themselves around the room. Cassy watches and begins to move her hand like a conductor. Books fly onto the shelf, along with little knick-nacks and bookends. Lamps land on end tables, pictures hand on the walls. It is a time and a half. Cassy begins to do it all to the beat of the music coming from the kitchen. Before long everything settles and she looks at the unpacked room with a smile. She then walks into it and begins to manually rip up and fold the boxes.
Jett the black cat runs into the room and hops up on the couch and mews then purrs before curling up in a tight little ball and falling asleep, "Lazy ass cat!" Cassy chides with a giggle.
When she finishes disassembling the boxes, she heads out the front door, after skipping around a few of the still packed boxes in the main hallway, humming the tune of the current song loudly. She is bringing the boxes to the curb. She looks around the road and sees a few people looking in her general direction from houses on the other side of the street. She also sees a man walking on the street with a long white cane, and white-blond hair. She watches the man with the cane for a few moments longer, then turns and hums her song, and starts placing the boxes on the curb as the man approaches.
|
|
|
Post by starlessnight on Aug 2, 2013 19:14:00 GMT -5
The sun felt hot on his face as he made his way down the street. He was dreading the afternoon when it was likely to become humid. His thoughts were still turned inward as he allowed his cane to guide him. His thoughts came to a halt when he heard a soft female voice humming near by. He knew most of the people in the neighbourhood because they had all made a point to get to know him, but he didn't recognize this voice.
"Good morning." He called in the direction of the voice. Rémy hoped that he wasn't interrupting the new woman, but he knew he would feel rude if he simply brushed past her without saying something. He also hoped that she wasn't the type to recite novels at the drop of a hat. He was a quiet person and found conversation with strangers difficult. "I hope you haven't been swarmed by the neighbours yet. Most of them are quite friendly but they can also be a bit imposing."
When he felt he was close enough he stopped and pulled his cane up. He put a, hopefully, friendly smile on and waited for her reply.
|
|
|
Post by Carna on Aug 10, 2013 0:25:04 GMT -5
Cassy turns at the sound of the male voice calling out to see a man with a cane smiling and talking to her. She turns to smile at him. She giggles softly and brushes her black hair behind her ear, "No, no, you're the first. And a good morning to you too!" Cassy eyes the man. Seems normal enough, but aren't all these towns normal enough? She pushes that thought from her head and holds a hand out.
"I am Cassandra Spellwick, but you may call me Cassy... If you like. I don't mind, most people do, haha. And you are?" Cassy asks and continues to smile at the man.
|
|
|
Post by starlessnight on Sept 4, 2013 1:20:08 GMT -5
The girl giggles and surprises Rémy. The sound paints an image in his mind of a much younger woman than he can imagine would purchase such an old house. Still, he manages to keep the shock from his face. Soft rustling of fabric reaches his ears and he turns his head. His hope is that she has not moved too far away. His smile wanes slightly as he replies to her query, "Rémy De'Laque. Pleasure to meet you, Cassandra. Have you been to Ashland before?"
Rémy knows he will be able to tell her about the town but he will not be the best guide. He is certain someone in the neighbourhood will offer to show her around if that is what she wishes.
|
|
|
Post by Carna on Oct 29, 2013 20:29:28 GMT -5
Cassy shakes her head, "Pleasure to meet you Rémy. And no, first time. This house belonged to my family many, many... Many years ago," She says truthfully, "While doing some research and work here I am." Cassy spread out her hands as if presenting herself a little. She brings her hands down and folds them behind her back.
"I have a kettle on, if you would like to come in for some tea and have a sit down," She says politely, "It would be know trouble, and maybe you could tell the new comer about the place."
SHe would wave her hand and gesture towards the house, and one might feel the slightly little breeze that gives you a tiny chill. It was her casting a spell to start the kettle as if it were already on. Cassy just keeps her eyes locked on Rémy's face with a smile polite smile.
|
|