Post by Elaine Anncroft on Aug 10, 2015 16:52:21 GMT
(Open to Zona K. Noakes, Lasair Landevier Lupen and any others who wish to join in at their own lesiure.)
The night the girl had died had been such sweet victory to the Master of the Everest Manor. It was celebrated, with wine and a feast consisting only of the rich man and his trained huntsman of a son. The staff had never seen him so merry. But he wasn't truly happy, no, not yet. There was still one thing in his way. A man. The one who had raised the little spark that had finally been extinguished. He was the only thing standing between him and the jewel he was after. It was a shame really that the girl had to go. She looked so much like her mother. But her life wasn't taken in vain. For soon Victoria would be with who she had been destined to marry. She could be restored to her title and then to an even better one. Under the Everest name.
Elaine opened the door to the Curio shop and the majestic groan the door hinges gave announced her arrival loud enough to wake the dead. "Archibald Lachlan! I told you to get this door fixed!" She shouted as she made her way to the cluttered counter. Her bag hung strangely heavy on her shoulder and she felt relieved to let it slip off and fall to the floor as she went behind the counter. There was a few distinct thuds of footsteps upstairs and a muffled few sentences seeming to return to her call. "Can't hear through the floor!" She yelled again aiming her voice for the stairs. The green eyed girl pulled up the stool behind the register and propped her elbows up on the top putting a hand on her forehead. She looked down and with one gloved hand popped open her compass. The needle wavered a bit before settling. The red marker pointed dead north from where she was sitting. The day had been long and this was her -almost- escape. She loved the shop but with each visit it brought up other responsibilities she had taken. Like running the register in the later hours because Archie wandered off upstairs with a brown bottle and a nose for trouble. The wind bode ill today, and it made her get the feeling that she was getting followed or watched. It really freaked her out. Reaching up the feline pulled her leather jacket tighter and flipped the hood up. Her dark curls spilled out the sides and her eyes glowed from the depths. Looking eerily dangerous without meaning to. The deep russet of the treated fabric not helping to soften the look either. She pulled her gloves off one finger at a time and tapped her pale claws on the countertop to a beat of a song in her head. Elaine rolled her shoulders stiffly, but it responded better than before. Since the attack her muscles had slowly been returning to their normal capacity for movements. Her shoulder taking the longest, it having been the worst. Her attention however was distorted as a half drunk Archie stumbled down the stairs.
"Hey there 'Lainey." He rumbled deep in his throat. His voice deepened from the alcohol abuse and lack of sleep. He grinned at her, an award winning smile had it not been induced by his warped personality. He walked to the counter and leaned on it, seeming to take a better hold on reality. "You alright?" His piercing blue eyes scanned her meticulously. His concern evident in his expression. "Yes, I'm fine. Or will be at least." Archie looked at her a moment before reaching across the space between them and pushing her hood off her head. The girl he saw stared back at him, her eyes glowing. He had learned when he first met the pipsqueak that she was an Ander. Not that he cared much, he was half Ander himself. But the usual spark of excitement she had seemed to have been smothered. "Any of your friends coming by?" He asked trying to regain his grouchy demeanor and make her smile. She didn't though, just a half-hearted smirk. "I don't know I don't think any of them know where the place is at. Save for Keefe and Lasair." Elaine looked out the window into the street only to see a familiar face drifting among it. Her father was walking down the road apparently whistling or just making a weird face. One way to find out. Elaine jumped up and rushed out the door almost colliding with him leaving Archie mid-sentence. Charles blinked at the person running at him before realizing who the head of curly hair belonged to. "Elaine? Honey where are you going to so fast!" He chuckled. She smiled and shook her head. "Nowhere." Charles chuckled and patted her shoulder, the left. "I'm just headed home. I'll see you in a few hours. Maybe we can play a game of War and I'll finally beat you." Elaine snickered and moved to let him pass. "You know, statistically you should have won by now! Even if by sheer luck!" She called after him.
"Ha ha!" He said sarcastically giving her a look before continuing home. His daughter took after her mother with that wit. Elaine stood watching her father go with an actual smile. Archie stepped out onto his porch of sorts and sat him his chair.
Elaine turned to look at Archie and his blonde self before going to join him on the porch. She hopped up on the railing to get a better view up and down the street. Meeting her father had taken some of the nerve-racking feeling away but the minute he left her presence it came back twice as bad. The girl kicked her feet in the air staring at her boots.
The night the girl had died had been such sweet victory to the Master of the Everest Manor. It was celebrated, with wine and a feast consisting only of the rich man and his trained huntsman of a son. The staff had never seen him so merry. But he wasn't truly happy, no, not yet. There was still one thing in his way. A man. The one who had raised the little spark that had finally been extinguished. He was the only thing standing between him and the jewel he was after. It was a shame really that the girl had to go. She looked so much like her mother. But her life wasn't taken in vain. For soon Victoria would be with who she had been destined to marry. She could be restored to her title and then to an even better one. Under the Everest name.
Elaine opened the door to the Curio shop and the majestic groan the door hinges gave announced her arrival loud enough to wake the dead. "Archibald Lachlan! I told you to get this door fixed!" She shouted as she made her way to the cluttered counter. Her bag hung strangely heavy on her shoulder and she felt relieved to let it slip off and fall to the floor as she went behind the counter. There was a few distinct thuds of footsteps upstairs and a muffled few sentences seeming to return to her call. "Can't hear through the floor!" She yelled again aiming her voice for the stairs. The green eyed girl pulled up the stool behind the register and propped her elbows up on the top putting a hand on her forehead. She looked down and with one gloved hand popped open her compass. The needle wavered a bit before settling. The red marker pointed dead north from where she was sitting. The day had been long and this was her -almost- escape. She loved the shop but with each visit it brought up other responsibilities she had taken. Like running the register in the later hours because Archie wandered off upstairs with a brown bottle and a nose for trouble. The wind bode ill today, and it made her get the feeling that she was getting followed or watched. It really freaked her out. Reaching up the feline pulled her leather jacket tighter and flipped the hood up. Her dark curls spilled out the sides and her eyes glowed from the depths. Looking eerily dangerous without meaning to. The deep russet of the treated fabric not helping to soften the look either. She pulled her gloves off one finger at a time and tapped her pale claws on the countertop to a beat of a song in her head. Elaine rolled her shoulders stiffly, but it responded better than before. Since the attack her muscles had slowly been returning to their normal capacity for movements. Her shoulder taking the longest, it having been the worst. Her attention however was distorted as a half drunk Archie stumbled down the stairs.
"Hey there 'Lainey." He rumbled deep in his throat. His voice deepened from the alcohol abuse and lack of sleep. He grinned at her, an award winning smile had it not been induced by his warped personality. He walked to the counter and leaned on it, seeming to take a better hold on reality. "You alright?" His piercing blue eyes scanned her meticulously. His concern evident in his expression. "Yes, I'm fine. Or will be at least." Archie looked at her a moment before reaching across the space between them and pushing her hood off her head. The girl he saw stared back at him, her eyes glowing. He had learned when he first met the pipsqueak that she was an Ander. Not that he cared much, he was half Ander himself. But the usual spark of excitement she had seemed to have been smothered. "Any of your friends coming by?" He asked trying to regain his grouchy demeanor and make her smile. She didn't though, just a half-hearted smirk. "I don't know I don't think any of them know where the place is at. Save for Keefe and Lasair." Elaine looked out the window into the street only to see a familiar face drifting among it. Her father was walking down the road apparently whistling or just making a weird face. One way to find out. Elaine jumped up and rushed out the door almost colliding with him leaving Archie mid-sentence. Charles blinked at the person running at him before realizing who the head of curly hair belonged to. "Elaine? Honey where are you going to so fast!" He chuckled. She smiled and shook her head. "Nowhere." Charles chuckled and patted her shoulder, the left. "I'm just headed home. I'll see you in a few hours. Maybe we can play a game of War and I'll finally beat you." Elaine snickered and moved to let him pass. "You know, statistically you should have won by now! Even if by sheer luck!" She called after him.
"Ha ha!" He said sarcastically giving her a look before continuing home. His daughter took after her mother with that wit. Elaine stood watching her father go with an actual smile. Archie stepped out onto his porch of sorts and sat him his chair.
Elaine turned to look at Archie and his blonde self before going to join him on the porch. She hopped up on the railing to get a better view up and down the street. Meeting her father had taken some of the nerve-racking feeling away but the minute he left her presence it came back twice as bad. The girl kicked her feet in the air staring at her boots.