Corsona Manor

Tyson's dark eyes snapped open as he awoke the next morning, cold arms wound around himself in the neutral 'dead' position. His hair strung messily against the padded confines of his coffin, whilst his collar was raised all around him. Ever so slowly, he pushed the door up on his 'death' bed and rose up out of it, rubbing at his eyes, pushing his hair down and then straightening out of his coffin. He looked all around him. It was very much a dark room, his room. It was just the way he liked it. No blasted light to blind him in the early dawn of the day.

He glanced around him before climbing out of his coffin and walking towards the main room, where he, the other two monsters, and master would go. He made his way to what looked like a spare closet, but what was on the inside varied a bit more from a broom and a dustpan. It varied from various limbs and body organs to animals stored in cages, captured in the wilderness outside. Tyson walked in a little and then opened up one of the cages, the hinges squeaking slightly in the process. He reached in and grabbed a small brown hare, closing the cage door behind it and then carrying it out towards the other room. After closing the closet door, his fangs sprung out, and he instantly dug them into the flesh of the flinching little hare, holding it tight and savoring its blood. He moaned slightly at the taste before pulling back and closing his eyes gently, leaning back and letting the nearly dead hare fall to the floor and just get away slowly, not really getting very far at a very fast pace. He fell back into a couch and closed his eyes, resting his hands on his chest and letting out a small sigh, and then a little chortle, and a giggle. A start of going into a happy-to-manic maybe?

((I'll post for Rory later...))

Roberts nails scratched the stone wall. It was like nails on a chalk board, but not as bad. He was growing thirsty for the sight of others in pain. The time didn't matter for Robert, for him it was always night. The dungeon was always dark, only light by the few select candles that he allowed to burn. When he had a 'guest' however, there would light everywhere so that he would get a wonderful sight of the person in pain. The one mirror Robert had in this dark place was right above the table where his bidding would be taking place. He smiled at the prospect of having a guest down here.

Robert sat down at the little work bench that Corsona had provided for him. On it was a candle and a book. The title of the book has little effect on the general plot of this post. He had taken this book from the library. It was about pirates and treasure. He was sure that he had read this book before, but he wasn't positive. This was the third book that he had taken this week.

"Such an interesting read." Robert said to himself...

"Not as good as killing people though,"

"Your right, killing people is so much funner,"

"Yes, put the book down and find the 'Intruders' Corsona said that need to be stopped"

"Well, Corsona says a lot of things,"

"These people are invading your home and are planning to kill you. You know how much you hate the sight of your own blood."

"Your right... Your always right..." Robert said closing the book and getting up. He walked to the stairs and began climbing them. He wondered what type of people that these intruders are.

((For those who can't figure it out, yes he was talking to himself.))

The blonde let out a sigh and brushed a few stray hairs away from her face. She glanced to her left and wondered just how much farther the property was. She was almost 90 percent positive that the last town she'd seen was at least a good forty-five minutes away. Arima's stomach growled.

The blonde took her right hand off of the wheel and began rummaging in the passenger seat for what was left of her McDonald's breakfast and a few cold fries from the previous night. You're gonna get fat and everybody else will hate you, assuming this isn't just a ploy by some weird rapist. That wouldn't surprise me, a small voice nagged her. Sometimes she wished her thoughts would just keep quiet, as if she needed any more self doubt.

After another few minutes, the surrounding scenery had changed from to a wooded area to something much more dense. It felt like the trees were breathing down her neck, watching her as she approached the mansion. Arima smiled, impressed and pleased by the size of the manor. She wouldn't mind staying here for awhile. Although it did look old, she was sure the inside would be lovely. And better yet, there had to be some sort of gourmet chef here. The day seemed better as a few grey clouds came over head. She was aware of the four others that were to be coming as well which she was not exactly happy about, at least she was the first to arrive.

Arima parked her car in the grass and stepped out, looking around. It looked like a great place to live, though it was a large area for so few people. She frowned and began walking towards the front door, anticipating the fights she would begin with the other guests. That would be fun for her if things were too boring.

Gabriela Day

Gabriela was starting to have doubts. The further and further she got from civilisation the more and more her doubt grew. Inside of listening to her doubts like a normal person though, she pretended to didn't exist and acted like she was completely fine. As if she would let a small thing like worries or fears stop her from anything, and then there was the pride thing. She had decided this is what she was going to do despite everyone's best warnings not to go and so she was not going to return contritely with her tail between her legs. She wouldn't give anyone that satisfaction.

And so here she was; Gabriela Day, standing infront of a creepy, probably abandoned manor. Now that she though about, of course there was a catch, this whole invite thing was way too strange. Though looking over at her car she knew it didn't have enough petrol to get her home and so her pride and lack of return route spurred her on. Making her way up to the front door Gabriela ran into another girl about her age, she was pretty attractive and had gorgeous blonde hair. Not that Gabriela would ever admit to the girl that fact. "Hey, I'm Gabriela. I guess you were also invited here out of the blue?" She introduced herself, albeit, slightly bluntly, before moving infront of the blonde and knocking on the oversized front door.

Elvira Ivanovna Yityev

Elvira stared at the doors ahead of her and soon after flipped her head back to stare at the taxi cab that was all to eager to leave the general area. The large beautifully carved black dual doors that stood up the steps before her gave off an eerie aura that told her that knocking may or may not be the greatest idea. She stared at the door, honestly speaking, the mere fact that this guy had such an open invitation and wished nothing in return is all too suspicious, she thought to herself. Maybe I should be worried. Behind her she heard the horrid screeching of tires that told her the taxi had high tailed it out of here. “Yes because that’s reassuring.” After watching the car disappear into it’s own dirt cloud she turned back to the huge doors only a few stair steps in front of her. “Well, it’s not like I have anything else I can do.” However, before making her journey to the front door she glanced around the general area.

Well, the scenery certainly gave off the ‘I’m Abandoned’ look. Again not reassuring. The two trees that framed the door creaked in the chilly breeze like old men and women that were way too ancient to be moving. There were also some cars parked here and there. Not many by any means, but enough to tell her she wasn’t the only one here. “Great, people.” A shudder seized her body at the mere thought of having to live with others. After abandoning these pessimistic thoughts she made her way up the stairs at a sluggishly slow pace. Before she could finish climbing said stairs she caught sight of two, how to say, ghastly figures. Girls, to be specific. From looks of them, catty girls.

She looked at them, then at the door. What are the chances they haven’t knocked yet? High no doubt. Upon finding herself only a few steps away from the door she glided past the two females and rasped her fist against the wooden panels. She almost felt bad for having to touch such beautifully, yet ominously carved doors. For a moment she picture the blackness before her as an abyss that she shouldn’t be so eager to approach but Elvira quickly brushed that irrational thought aside.

Master Damien Corsona's eyes suddenly opened with the coming morning. He had hardly slept at all the last night, being so excited. He even slept alone, instead of with Tyson or the siren. But who could blame him? It was like a kid getting a new game and wanting to play it, of course, with obvious differences. He quickly changed into his gentlemanly attire and quietly said to himself, "It's showtime..."

Master Corsona stood atop a tall indoor balcony, his three loyal mutants lined up below him on the exquisite velvet rug. All the rugs in the mansion were red velvet, they blended in with the "stains" his other servants left behind when they were "fired". He always kept everything in his mansion both practical and beautiful, it was almost his motto. He looked down at the three of them with immense pride and satisfaction. For the past year they served him well, and that may have been the happiest year of his life. But, all things come to an end eventually, and so did this brief bliss. Thankfully, he found a new way of fulfilling his hedonistic desires: the Game.

Corsona thought it was pure genius, mostly because he thought of it, of course. He planned this event for almost a month, making sure everything was perfect and would provide the most amusement possible. He investigated the people he invited, set up various dangerous traps, helpful tools, and cryptic "clues" all around the mansion (many of them in riddle form, but that was the reason for inviting the "smart" one). He even set up weaknesses for his loved creatures, books of their past, to give his victims a bit of an edge. Eight on one is fairly even, maybe a tad unfair, to them that is...

"My beloved creations," He started in a haughty yet charismatic voice, "today we will be having some guests over. They were the winners of a contest that I held to find bright young people and invite them to my home. Now, you must not make contact with them, for they are still strangers, and I do not wish to unveil my greatest creations to them yet right? So, for now, simply be on standby in case I require any assistance..." And with that, he returned to his room.

When inside, he started to giggle uncontrollably, the day he has been waiting for has finally come. He went onto the phone and called the butler, "Do bring our wonderful guests inside to the foyer, I'll be there once everyone is gathered." (the victims can act out the butler, he's nothing special :P)

Harold was jostled away by the taxi pulling up on a dirt road. He hadn't got much sleep lately. He was getting restless. This entire thing seemed weird to him. He had recieved an invitation by mail to his house. It was a hand written letter, that invited him to a game. Something to challenge his mind. He was told it would be a mystery of sorts, a puzzle if you will. So, he spent most nights pacing back and forth in his room wondering what in the world it could possibly be. Harold rubbed his eyes and looked at the mansion. It was beautiful. The designer was a brilliant person. The only thing that was blemishing the appearance was the two dead trees in the way.

He got out of the cab and saw three others standing there, two blondes and a red head. He wasn't surprised that there was other people here, it was only logical that it would take more than his brain to solve many of these puzzles. He lifted his suitcase and headed up the stairs. He looked down and tried not to make eye contact. He really didn't want to anger anybody before they even entered the house. 'You could still walk away. It's as simple as heading down those stairs and not turn back.' He was lost in his own thoughts. He sighed, today was not in his day. He started singing a song in his head, it was "Ain't that a Kick in the Head," by Dean Martin. He soon started humming it. He looked up and saw that a butler had opened the door and motioned the four of them inside.

Rory Salvador

Smack!

The car door of a a flashy cherry red Ferrari sounded as Rory finally made it to the house. Fashionably late, as usual. He pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose slightly, leaning against his car as he looked up towards the giant manor house. "It looks bloody well flashy if I say so myself..." He commented, thinking the authenticity of the house was probably exaggerated and brought out more, purely to make the guests feel more awestruck by it. However, that wasn't exactly the reason Rory was still here right now. His drive had been a slow one, due to always wanted to stopping and exploring the beautiful scenery. He wasn't much of a guy for buildings. However, Rory loved scenery.

His eyes trailed around the manor house, twitching his nose slightly as he sniffed the country air and something else... He couldn't really tell what it was and it wasn't that strong, so he just shook it off. He blinked a couple of times, before his attention focussed in on where the other guests were gathered, right at the front door. Then, his thought process was caught. Two beautiful blondes, a smoking hot red-head, and a cute nerdy boy... "Could I ask for anything better?" He asked himself, grinning widely and then pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, locking his car and picking up his case. "Hellooo beauty's..." He said with a grin, strolling towards the house and giving the other guests a wave as he approached them.

Arima eyed the other blonde that had come up to the door. She looked familiar, but then again names and faces never were different were they? She made no effort to try and smile at the girl as she introduced herself. The girl might be trying to be nice, but the blonde knew that they already disliked each other and therefore had no intent on responding to the question she asked. Gabriela was then stepping in front of her and knocking on the door. How rude. "I already knocked," Arima lied before turning to see another girl coming up to the door. This girl was prettier than the other blonde albeit she seemed a bit ditzy.

She grinned at the red head a bit then looked back at Gabriela. That was when the next girl knocked on the door. What was this madness? Arima was beginning to wish she hadn't come after all. "I think we've got the door problem under control," she stated to the newcomer, shifting her weight to her right leg and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked around in dismay. Welcome to your own personal Hell, she thought to herself when a cab pulled up. If there are any children in that house I am going to hurt somebody.

The Australian frowned even more than she had been as a young boy (or maybe it was a man, she wasn't sure) stepped out of the cab and came to join them. His presence made her feel a bit better though, seeing as he refused to look at any of them. Maybe the friendless girl had found a buddy for the time being. It wasn't as if they had to stay here forever, right? Arima's opinion was soon changed however when he began humming, causing her to bite her lip to keep from saying anything mean.

The sound of the door unlatching caused her to look up, seeing the butler looking down at them. She was about to enter when a rather loud and rather attractive British man came striding up to them. "Hello yourself," she commented before stepping into the large foyer. Arima turned her head around every which way, examining the beautiful decor. Who couldn't appreciate a well though out house? As a child she had always found it interesting when she visited a new home, exploring every corner in an attempt to understand what the owners' and builder alike wanted from it.

Once she was done admiring the large space, she turned to see the others. Her opinions on them were already flowing around in her head, creating a whirlpool of negative thoughts and endless possibilities on who to pick a fight with. Heaven and Hell sure seemed the same right now.

Gabriela Day

Gabriela made a small 'hmpf' sound as the other blonde didn't reply to her greeting and then rudely spoke up about already knocking. There was no way they were ever going to get along. This girl clearly needed to check her attitude cause right now she was acting like a total bitch. Gabriela looked over her shoulder to see a redhead making her way over to them, and after the cold treatment she had given Gabriela the other blonde actually had the audacity to grin at the newcomer. Bitch much? Of course, the redhead also ignored their presence and made no effort to introduce herself. This was actually going to be her personal hell, she began to wonder if is was too late to turn around and leave. Not for fear of what awaited them in the house but the fact that she'd had to enter the house with these two girls. It was clear she was not going to get along with either of them.

Of course the blonde spoke up about the door thing again. It's like every time someone knocked on the door a relative of hers died. Seriously someone need to just get over themselves. Next some guy rocked up looking self conscious and awkward about being here, keeping his eyes on the ground. Seriously, if he wanted anyone to take him seriously, he needed to take himself seriously. That and be like a thousand times more confident, if he continued with that attitude he would never get anywhere. That's what Gabriela always told her little siblings. She also made a small mental note to let the guy know what she thought about him later. She really wouldn't be able to stand staying in the same house as him if he kept that attitude up.

"Hellooo beauty's..." Seriously, 'beauty's,' this guys whole persona was like nails on a chalkboard to Gabriela. In fact looking over at the other guests she would be staying with, Gabriela decided the anything would be less painful than this stay would be. "Kill me now," Gabriela whispered to herself as the other blonde respond to the guy. Rolling her eyes Gabriela walked inside the grand house, deciding moving in the general direction of movement would be best.