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Felicia Moritany looked up at the large mansion as the cab driver pulled up to the iron gates. She gave a light shudder as dark clouds filled the sky, she'd been threw these iron gates before, there was no doubt about that... Ms. Moritany still got chills as she aproched them however often she had visited them so many nights before.

The gates slowly began to open as the driver pulled up twards the Mansion, it grew larger as it grew closer. She pulled her long fur coat around her and then waited for the cab driver to stop. She then paid him and opened the door taking a slow step out of the cab her heels sinking into the gravel drive way. The moonlight gleamed slightly on her pale skin, her dark emerald green eyes looked slightly clouded. Hurrying to the porch as she heard a clash of thunder, she tried not to trip on the steps on her way up.

She pressed the buzzer and soon a buttler opened the door greeting her and offereing to take her coat and hat. She removed the long coat to reveal a long emerald green dress that matched her eyes, the dress was silk like, and it had a slit up the side, it fit her long legs and slender body. She looked around the grand entrance and sighed, oh how familiar this all was to her.

Ms. Moritany's eyes landed upon the second guest, a girl in the attire of a sweater and jeans. Felicia gave a slight discusted look, for a slight moment that look was dirrected at herself as she had first come with the very slim chance that Mr. Perch was going to apologize to her. She gave an utter of discust and then looked around once more.


The buttler then looking over the two women spoke up. "Would you two care to follow me into the dinning room while we wait for the other?" He made a gesture twards the dinning room.

Felicia had, had the pleasure of having long quiet, akward meals at the dinning room table, Mr. Perch would always stare at her from the far end of the table. Why he insisted on sitting on complete opposite ends, and be so silent, she would never understand. She then began to follow the buttler and he began to move, it was better then being stuck in a room alone with that girl.

Felicia walked around the table dragging her fingers along the table, and then delicatly taking a seat across from the girl, it seemed more reasonable to stay away from her, but rude to avoid any contact with her.

Besides, where she was seated the girl would have to jump over the table if she wanted to attack her. This made her give a satisfied smirk, and then she let it dissapear her eyes laying upon the girl once more. She tried not to show any emotion twards her, even the dislike she was trying to avoid sharing to her.

((Looks like no one else want to join, xP Anyways, would you like me to add another character of my own, or wait?))

((No no that's great! It's not your fault if no one else joins, and actually you're doing good for a some one learning. ^^; ))

"Hello Melisa, I'm Felicia Moritany." Her tone sounded dry and almost without emotion. She put out her hand letting the rings glitter in the light of the room. It was 8 o'clock now, and most of the other guests should have been here. Her eyes began to dull, but then she heard the sound of the buzzer to the entrance door being rang. She heard it open and then low murmers as the buttler entered with a man at his side.

"Mr. R. T. Herald has arrived." It wasn't as though this name had any importance to the other geusts. But it was after all the buttlers job to announce the other guest.

The man Mr. Herald was short and slightly plump his eyes darting around like some kind of wild animal, he looked anxious, ready to squeak at the drop of a hat. His hair looked much like a bad tupee, which indeed it might have been. He was wearing a red vest, with gold little buttons, he wore a grey shirt under the vest, and a black dress coat over the vest. He then threw himself into a chair next to Melisa. "Heh... Hello."

((I gotta go for two weeks so sorry. xD Byee...^^))

Felicia went to let out a soft laugh. "Obviously you don't know Perch very well." She looked over at the door to the kitchen and then back at the girl. "He adores making a grand entrance no matter the size of the audience, though I think he'd planned for others to come." She sighed lightly hoping they would get on with it. She didn't like the man that was now seated a seat away from across from her. She realized Melisa's distaste for him imediatly as she moved her chair away. Soon the man spoke.

"How is it each of you know Perch?" He asked nervously although judging by the look in the woman on the other side of the table, it was a bad question.

Indeed Felicia was dreading such a question. She kept her mouth closed for a moment and then she let out. "I met him through a buisness partner." She then closed her mouth and examined the two across from her.

"Yes, yes." He nodded quickly and then said. "When are we to eat?" He looked around as the buttler walked up.

"I can serve appetisers if you please?" And with mr. Herald nodded and the Buttler made his way to the kitchen leaving them in silence.

Immediately at the site of food Herald began reaching out and then stuffing his face. He then paused to let a crumbful mouth begin to say. "He monce was mith my mismer." He had to swallow to make any of that make sense. "He was with my sister once." He nodded and then noticed a very strange look from the girl across from him.

Felicia stared at the man, it was repulsive the way he ate, but his last words were what made her lose her stomach. Either Perch's taste in women has gone down the drain, or Mr. Herald is a liar... She thought this to herself, as ther was no possibility that Herald's sister could be anything but ugly. She then looked away from him her stomach turning slightly, she sighed and looked around for a clock.

Immediatly Felicia regained her grace and looked up at the buttler, as he came in with an announcement, she did hope that it was Perch with a bit of explaination, but she still was unsure. She looked up at him with her hands folded in her lap.

R. T. Herald on the other hand had no grace, and he still had food hanging from his face, and whiped it off with his sleeze, making Felicia shudder. He just grinned up at the buttler. "Well go on then. What is it?"