Authors OOC Note: Just pretend the rooms match in color, it would be mostly dark neutral colors. Dingy looking and old, probably dusty and poorly cleaned. I only listed only a few of the larger rooms. There are panic rooms are scattered throught the home.
All are welcome to RP. Male, dom, sub, cat, dog, lobster.
Setting: In the forest an old Victorian manor stands. It isn't in deep in the forest, but farther than walking distance. Outside there is a road and an open metal gate. People who have entered the house have said there were ghosts that inhabited the house and recommend not going into the house at night.
Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 9:52 pm
Inhabitancies:
Goodwin Darklore(The main character; Slave - Adoptable)
Along a dark forsaken road, There stands a stark and grim abode— An old manor house looms black and tall To cast a grave and deathly pall
It was day time. Belladona and Henry were hidden away, unable to stand the light, but the child ghost was up and about. The male was bored to tears wandering around the house. He had no friends and very few toys that he hadn't grown bored with yet. It had been years since he had a conversation, the other two in the house didn't talk to him, only to humans that wander in in the dark. Henry was happy to just chat, Belladona screamed and wailed about her death and unable to cross, though it all sounded like shrieking to humans, letting everyone to beleive that Belledona was a banshee.
Goodwin sighed as he walked around, yawning a little. The child didn't need to sleep, but he was just that bored. He would stare out the windows in the early hours of the day, the sunlight showing that Goodwin, although fully colored outlined and looking (mostly) human, was still slightly see through. After a few hours of watching the forest animals run by, wondering what the new manor was doing there, Goodwin sighed and went to the servant's quarters and found the closet that had all the cleaning things. Even if he was a ghost, he was able to pick up the bucket, sponge, and soap. He took it up to his room where he changed out of the dress he normally wore into a simple short black skirt that he used when he cleaned. The clothes turned physical when he took them off. He replaced his shirt with a dusty cream colored one and his shoes and socks were taken off.
In near every outfit that Goodwin wore he looked like a little girl, as he only wore skirts, even if it was sociality unacceptable. He remembered that people meeting him would call him a girl and treat him as one, and he didn't mind. He felt like young ladies were treated more gently than young men, and generally it is true. Taking his cleaning kit, he returned to the foyer and started to clean. The young male couldn't do the upkeep of the outside of the house, and in the inside was poorly cleaned. Being a pampered child when he was alive, he never had to worry or was taught how to do things. The only way he could learn anything was from books, and since he was still young, he couldn't read things harder than beginner's chapter books.
He started on the floor by the door first, cleaning it quite quickly, since this was the room he cleaned the most. When he was done there he moved to the hall and then the living room, using a wood cleaner on the shelves. The books there were not his own, and he couldn't even read any of them. He pulled them out and put them on the couch to wax under them, then he dusted off the books before putting them back. He was just that bored to do this. He really hoped that someone would visit him.
Beyond the ancient wrought-iron gate, A thousand nightmares lie in wait - For dark things dwell in this house of fear, And none but the dead dare trespass here....
