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Feb 28, 2010 2:20:15 GMT -4
Post by William on Feb 28, 2010 2:20:15 GMT -4
Thunder crashes outside as I pound on the front door, that swings open as the first knock connects. Soked to to bone, I decide to enter, shaking the rain off my coat as I do.
"hello!?" I shout as I enter, realizing I technically just broke into this house.
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Feb 28, 2010 22:35:58 GMT -4
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 28, 2010 22:35:58 GMT -4
"Evening. How are you, my friend?" said a friendly, but older sounding voice coming from the grand staircase.
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Post by William on Mar 2, 2010 5:45:00 GMT -4
He looks down on a 5' 11" guy with short dark hair and a cut on his forhead. My jacket has one arm almost ripped off at the hem, and a wide gash across my left knee of my jeans. I look up, starteled by his voice. "Hi, um, the door was open so... I just poked my head in" I lie, "I'm cold and wet to be honest. My bike crashed a couple miles north of here and iv been walking since. Got pretty scrapped up and bumped my head." Feeling embarassed to admit I rode in the rain without a helmet. "The wheel is really messed up on it now. You don't happen to have a phone I could use do you? And maybe a change of clothes or somewhere I could dry mine? I can't get any reception out here."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 2, 2010 7:38:27 GMT -4
"Phone? Afraid not. Wind took out the phone lines hours ago...but, do come in, and dry off, young lad. We can't have you catching your death in the doorway.
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Mar 2, 2010 23:16:34 GMT -4
Post by William on Mar 2, 2010 23:16:34 GMT -4
I realize the door is still open, so I quickly close it behind me. I then notice how muddy my shoes and bottom of my jeans are. I look up at him. "um... happen to have a spare pair of jeans? Unless you want me getting mud everywhere.... Or just a play to sit down would be nice." I say, realizing how cold and tired I am.
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Mar 4, 2010 18:42:39 GMT -4
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 4, 2010 18:42:39 GMT -4
"Have a seat here, my boy" he said as he pointed to a nearby large chair. "I'll have the maids fetch you some fresh clothes for the evening."
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Post by William on Mar 5, 2010 4:04:16 GMT -4
I sit in the chair, wondering why a guy this loaded lives in such an old place. Sure, its a mansion, but if he has multiple maids he can probably fix the place up some more at least.
As I wait for the maids I try my best to get a good look of the area without looking snoopy.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 6, 2010 9:39:10 GMT -4
"So, what do I call you?" Hugo asked as the maid brought him a plain t-shirt and a pair of pants.
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Mar 6, 2010 19:09:40 GMT -4
Post by William on Mar 6, 2010 19:09:40 GMT -4
"oh, right. I'm William. I dont think I cought yours....." I take the clothes from the maid "is there a room I can use to change?" I ask, looking down the hallway.
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Mar 6, 2010 21:26:17 GMT -4
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 6, 2010 21:26:17 GMT -4
"I am Lord Hugo. I own this mansion. Now...It's very clear that you won't be able to leave tonight, but I have plenty of room here, and you are more than welcome to stay until someone can come help you and retrieve your bike" he smiled.
"If you go up the grand stairs, you will find many rooms. Take your pick.
(What kind of TF are you looking for, my friend.)
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Mar 7, 2010 21:58:44 GMT -4
Post by William on Mar 7, 2010 21:58:44 GMT -4
"ok, thanks" i say, kicking off my muddy shoes and head upstairs, heading into the first open, empty room.
((give me a suprise if thats OK, more fun that way ;P )
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Mar 13, 2010 12:04:37 GMT -4
Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 13, 2010 12:04:37 GMT -4
The room had two rusty old letters nailed to it. "AR" they read.
(Head to the Age Room area, and create a new thread!)
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