Hodgeson Manor

Hodgeson Manor

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All of you ended up here somehow... And now, you're all stuck. Stuck under my rule. (we have 3 spots available.)

1,333 readers have visited Hodgeson Manor since Marzipan created it.

Introduction

W e l c o m e x T o x H o d g e s o n x M a n o r

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"Ah, Another one. How did you get in here? Well, I guess I'll have to put you to good use."



No one remembers how they got there. You just wake up in an old-fashioned bedroom made specifically for you. It looks cozy and sweet, yet something eerie takes place. Then that's when you notice the bars in the window... You look around some more. The closet is filled with different sets of outfits you can wear, but it's all suits/gowns. There's a vanity where you can gussy yourself up. You gaze into the mirror...

There's a man behind you...

It startles you at first, but when you look behind you, he isn't there anymore! But when you look into the vanity mirror, he's still standing there watching you with a hard, hollow glare. "You are now under my rule. This is my castle and I am your king. You may have had a perfect life before but forget about it all. I'm going to set some rules for you to follow. If you follow them without fail, you may do anything you like. BUT YOU CANNOT LEAVE."




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1. A.C (Open/Reserved/Taken)


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2. A.D (Open/Reserved/Taken)



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1. D.M.G (Open/Reserved/Taken)


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2. K.A (Open/Reserved/Taken)


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3. C.T (Open/Reserved/Taken)



4. J.K (Open/Reserved/Taken)








The Temperamental King:

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I don't mind what you do as long as you follow the general rules. If I see some problems occur in the role-play, I will add it to prevent future mistakes. One thing I have a pet peeve of is posting few lines. I want to see either a beefy paragraph, or two normal paragraphs. That's the minimum. I understand if you get writers block but don't get it ALL the time. Thank you.

Ps- Characters that are posted without a Character Sheet are NPCs and can be controlled/used by any player. I think maybe a few NPCs could keep you on your toes. When your character is alone, you can have an NPC near!

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The Foyer

The Foyer by Marzipan

Welcome to the Foyer. Make sure to greet the guests of King with respect.

The Halls

The Halls by Marzipan

Try not to get lost!

The Ballroom

The Ballroom by Marzipan

You could dance forever in here!

The Males Bedroom

The Males Bedroom by Marzipan

Girls are not permitted to enter this room. (Reason why it isn't connected to the hall... Because the Guys live in a cabin.) The one picture with the gate, is where the cabin is hidden just past. Only King can open that gate. He usually leaves it open.

The Females Bedroom

The Females Bedroom by Marzipan

No boys are permitted in this room.

The Kitchen

The Kitchen by Marzipan

GET COOKING!

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 4 authors

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

A youthful woman dressed in a modest cream gown blister her soft hands as she scrubs the dirtied dishes. The lower part of her torso, right above her hips, was pressed against the counter as she scrubbed a pot vigorously, leaning in close to the sink. Her enchantingly dark, maroon hair was tucked behind her ears. The shorter strands of her layered coiffure locks curl around her earlobe and continue to curl past her shoulders. Her long, slender legs tense as she had been standing in the kitchen for a while. She absolutely detested it when the household had feasts.

This was unusual. Dahlia, also known as Marzi or Doll, was actually quiet. She didn't flick her sinful tongue at anyone today. That was because she was alone. She was only neurotic when others were around. It was no fun to be that way when no one would be around to see her. She had only seen one person today, and that was King. He wasn't in the mood to socialize though. He didn't bother to react to her absurd efforts to make him cross. Strange. She pouted, her eyebrows furrowing as she hung up the last dry pan. Dahlia grabbed the sopping wet towel that hung on a hook beside the sink and squeezed it so droplets would fly. It wasn't very dry, but she attempted to use it to dry her hands anyway. Today better not be boring. Her hazel green hues flicker to the door. Her kitchen shift hadn't ended yet. King ordered her to stay in the kitchen until lunch break. It was only ten in the morning.

"Just a two hour difference. Not like he'd notice anyway." She tosses the towel behind her with no remorse and skips over to the kitchen door like a giddy little girl.

"If he does, it'd just be the heaps more fun." She clasps her hands together in delight. Oh how she loved to see the rage pour out of him like magma sizzling underneath the surface. Scorching hot with venom-like hatred. It was simply arousing.

(If it isn't a very good post, I'll edit it. Feedback would be nice.)

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra

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Kisa Alessandra

Kisa Alessandra was a strange woman. It was obvious from the way she was hanging from the canopy of her bed with a book in her hands, reading upside down. The book wasn't that thick but for some reason, it provided her with a thrill as it was forbidden, er, at least not meant for her eyes. Knowing she could get scolded for merely asking, she had found a way to get into the King's Private Library. She'd been there a few minutes, grabbing only two books and making a dash for her room when she should probably be doing her chores. Chores, she sighed and closed her eyes while also closing the book and focusing on feeling the rush of all her blood going to her head. Funny how the Dog hasn't busted me yet. Alessandra grunted as she pulled herself up and was suddenly falling onto her bed.

Alessandra blinked open her icy blue eyes and began to hum softly. Her blue eyes, black hair and her pale skin would've made her a jewel, yet the tattoos somehow made her more than just a jewel. It made her beautiful, but also an oddity in the castle. Many of the King's guests and servants gawked at her and mostly tried to steer away from her. It was something that had probably made the King want to keep her here. Well, that's what she has always thought since she's shown up here.

"Time to return the books." She spoke softly to herself, as she grabbed the other book that had been lying on her pillow. Both books were old and... both spoke about great battles and types of fighting strategies. Allie stood and threw her hairs over her shoulder, as if mentally shrugging off her tiredness and walking out into the hallway. She walked through the hallways, her mind going blank as she walked into the kitchen to find another servant there. But she wasn't just a servant, if Allie remembered correctly, the girl in the white gown's name was Dolly or something close to that.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina

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Celeste Tempina

Celeste furiously swept the floors, adjusting her grip on the sweaty handle of the broom. "Who knew sweeping could be so hard?" She said out loud to nobody, expect her figments of imagination. Today it was just a grumpy old business man and an extremely perky blonde girl that Celeste wanted to pinch in the face, but then remembered that she wasn't real. Celeste finished sweeping the long hall and took a break. It reminded her of her old house, it had to be perfect or she would be beaten raw. She took serval deep breaths and forced herself not to cry. Everything was better now.


Celeste put the broom back in the closet. Her foot hit something solid, knocking it over. She looked down in horror to see water spilling all over her feet. She let out a loud scream as her feet made sizzling sounds. Tears of pain sliding down her cheek only made it worse. Her feet burned. Celeste then got on her knees and crawled out of the puddle. She clenched her fist, making fire appear. She held the flame to her feet, giving her some relief. Her feet were burned badly, her left pinky toe was completely black with charred flesh. She hobbled to the kitchen.

"Could you help me?" Celeste croaked as she awkwardly staggered into the kitchen. Her lip quivered as she walked a little closer, her feet screaming out in pain.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Alistair Costello

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Alistair's day began with making sure that the new residents had the most awful morning possible and punishing others who say otherwise. At the moment he was rough handling a Neko who had just arrived and was already making trouble. Gripping the young man's ear tightly twisting it so he yelped in pain. He growled deeply into his ear and spoke " Now kitty cat are you going to play nice and do the work you've been set or do I need to bite your ear off?" His voice was deep and rumbled with power and aggression.

The Neko squirmed and mewed fearfully " I will, I promise please" the Neko pleaded with him tears streaming down his face. Snarling loudly Alistair let go of the Neko's ear and stomped on his tail for good measure. The Neko howled in pain as Alistair walked away.

Alistair made his way to the kitchen to make sure that everyone was doing their jobs. He just about go to the door when he noticed Dahlia leaving the kitchen her shift wasn't finished yet. Grabbing her by the throat he snarled " you better have a good reason for leaving Dolly, the King doesn't like any slacking as you well know." Alistair noticed some others in the kitchen, Kisa had been in the king library again and it was strictly forbidden to enter there without permission. " and you Kisa, do not think the King has not noticed you going into the library without his consent. As result for your incompetence of not following rules, you will be working double shifts in the boiler room" he turned his head sharply baring his sharp teeth at Kisa.

The sound of screaming meet his ears, what a wonderful sound it was it was Celeste crying as usual, but this time it was a cry of pain. " Celeste you will recover from your screaming right now otherwise I will dunk your head in the kitchen sink " Alistair said sharply " Back to work.NOW!" He snarled finally letting go of Dahlia's neck. And standing with his arms crossed making sure work was being done.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Celeste squeaked in fear and limped back to her work. She wrapped clothes around her hands and washed the floor with a brush and water, wincing every time a drop landed on wrist. She bit her lip to resist yelping out in pain. Celeste scrubbed furiously as she remembered her mother. Her hands started to flame, setting the brush on fire. She quickly looked down and dropped it in surprise. She then stood up on one foot and reduced the fire. Celeste bit her lip and casually hopped towards the broom closet and got another one.

Celeste finally finished washing the halls, but it was only 11:30. Her feet hurt even worse, she had also gotten the bottoms of her feet burned. She limped around, looking for something to cover her feet with. Then she stopped. Someone would surely get mad at her and punish her. Celeste's shoulders sagged as her two figments of imagination laughed at her, calling her pathetic. Celeste tightened up and tried to calm down. She walked back towards the broom closet, trying to remember what else she had to do. She remembered that she had to clean door handles or something stupid like that. She wrapped the cloth around her hands and started to clean the door knob of the girl's bedroom.

Celeste made a face as she replaced yet another washcloth. "Who knew door handles were so DIRTY?" She muttered as she stared at the black, dirt-covered, used cloth on the floor. She had been cleaning for awhile, and she could only hope that lunch would come soon. She was willing to eat anything, she was son thin she was about 90 pounds. She leaned agasint a wall for a second and relaxed for a second, but she couldn't relax. She kept looking for the king and the bodyguard. She stopped relaxing and went back to cleaning the doorknobs.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

Well, that was fast. Just as she set one foot out of the kitchen, she felt a large hand enclose around her throat. She hesitated to grab his hand and attempt to claw it off but she wasn't dense. Not that dense. He was almost as perfect to play with as King was. She studied his nose flare. It was almost impossible to take him seriously, mainly because he had the cutest little puppy face and the most delicious of tempers. She craved to pet him. She tried hard to keep a neutral expression but her hazel hues glimmered with mischievous glee.

"You have the prettiest eyes." Dahlia prompts with the most earnest of faces. It pricked his annoyance with her and he looked at her as if she were filth. Along with the other girls that were around them. He shouts, which directly deafens her ears and he releases his grip. How unfortunate. It was just getting started. The other girls leave hastily and Dahlia trails behind them.

She didn't know the girls very well but she was quick to judge. The one with tattoos acknowledged her but never spoke with her. So Dahlia was indifferent with her. Maybe she'll socialize with her at some point. Get to know her. The other girl she completely ignored walking out of the kitchen was now limping around, cleaning shit. She almost felt bad and decided right her wrong. Which this is rare.

"What happened to your foot." She states more than questions. Dahlia's nose cringes at the smell of burnt flesh. That's just disgusting. Her eyes never leave the toe that was black with scabs and soot. It was definably a third degree burn. That girl needs to run water over it and cover it with swaths of cloth for a while. If only she was a nurse. The euthanasia she'd commit. Dahlia begins to imagine what it would look like if the girl's whole body was thoroughly burned. Would she look like her toe?

Dahlia grabs the girl's elbow and insincere about dragging her into the kitchen. She was going to help her, but she didn't promise to be gentle. She never promises for anything.

(My next post is going to be in the kitchen. Just posted here because she left at first.)

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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"I-I spilled water on it," Celeste whispered as she was dragged along by a girl in a white gown. She looked down at her feet. "It hurts a lot," She added. She sat down for a moment and made fire appear in her hands and held it next to her feet. She then stood up and wiped her faced, the back of her hand running over the burn marks going down from her cheek. Celeste took a deep breath and gathered herself together.

"Is it time to eat yet?" She asked, her voice coming out in a small whisper. Celeste brushed her hair back and took a god look at the girl. She had very nice, dark maroon hair, which stood out the most. She offered her small, thin bony hand to shake. "I-I-I'm Celeste," She timidly whispered. She wasn't a very social person, and no one had really seemed to care about her before. She silently told herself not to blow it.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

Dahlia releases the girl's elbow as she enters the familiar kitchen. The tattooed one was here for a little while, but she didn't waste time to see if she was still here or not. She trots up to the dirty counters and grabs a towel. She turns on the sink and turns the handle to the coldest setting, gripping the towel under the flow of icy water. Her ears twitch as she listens to the girl's confession. This baffles her. What?

"You burnt your foot... by spilling water on it...?" She tosses her gaze from the soaked towel and stares at the girl. Was she retarded? Or did she have native skin that reversed the effects of fire and water? Either way, it left her dumbfounded.

"No duh. I couldn't tell." She responds more curt than she wanted to sound. Dahlia doesn't bother to exchange formalities with this girl-er, Celeste. They weren't going to talk very often anyway. No one wanted to talk to Dahlia, and that's the way she liked it. It gave her space and when she did want to socialize, she was found annoying. Perfect.

She absent-mindedly brings the wet towel towards Celeste and drops it in her lap. Dahlia was going to ask her to wrap her foot in it, but caught herself.

"Wait, My bad." Dahlia removes the towel, wanting to gauge out her own eyes. How could she be that stupid, Celeste got 'burnt' by water according to her report. Unless it was a slip of the tongue. Dahlia's hazel eyes now stared at Celeste's lap, unsure if it soaked through her clothes to burn her. What would it look like?

(If it isn't a very good post, I'll edit it. Feedback would be nice.)

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina

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Celeste winced a little "It's alright," She said She got up on her feet and picked up two small washcloths. Celeste sat back down and wrapped them around her feet. She conjured up a ball of fire and set fire to the cloths on her feet. Instead of turning into ashes and turning black, they stayed perfectly white. She stood up, yet nothing caught on fire. She took a deep breath.

"How long until lunch?" She asked. Celeste hunched over a little, not wanting to freak them out. She nervously twirled her hair, on of the habits of hers. Celeste wiped her gown off a little, making sure the water from the towel hadn't soaked through to her skin. A few drops of water from the dress fell on her hand and made a sizzling sound.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Alistair Costello

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Alistair growled softly to Dahlia as she complimented him on his eyes. Dahlia was always the same it was as if she liked being hurt by him and enjoyed teasing him just to get him angry. Of course he didn't mind letting off a little steam with the residents, and the King didn't mind Alistair's chosen methods as long as he didn't kill anyone he could do whatever he wished.

He watched as the girls interacted and Dahlia went to help Celste with her burning food. The smell of flesh sent his senses upside down, giving a dark chuckle to himself he stepped into the kitchen and sat in one of the chairs his feet resting on a table. He cracked his knuckles and his fingertips slowly elongated into claws and he sharpened them on his teeth as he watched their conversation about food.

" You will get food if you have done enough work, if you haven't you will get nothing until the evening. Work is the only way to get simple things back in return. any slacking will resort in punishment which you know i love dishing out" He chuckled again giving a deep snarl in return.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

Dahlia was enchanted by the fire that had just started on Celeste's feet. Not ever would she have thought that she'd witness this situation. Dahlia takes one glance at the sopping cloth in her hand. So it does, huh? Now she knew her weakness. The thought of this power overwhelmed her but she locked up her jittery body. Celeste doesn't even bother to explain herself, she knew it was foreign to others. Alistair entered the kitchen as this happened and he just plopped himself down on a chair nearby. She could feel his eyes watching them. Dahlia's fingers squeeze the wet cloth the water dribbles out unto the floor. She let her pupils roll over to stare at him, her head still facing Celeste. The blind spot in her eye covered Alistair's face. What a convenience. Dahlia stiffens at his comment but forces herself to whirl around on her heels and hurry to the oven.

His comment didn't upset her. She wasn't hungry yet. She always was dismissed from lunch. So evening was just perfect for her. Alistair already knew that, but Dahlia suspected he was just there to point this out to them-HER. To point this out to her and gloat about his privileges. Ugh.

On the counter, was a nice sized turkey that had just finished defrosting. She didn't feel like speaking to Celeste. She must be looking straight at Dahlia right now. Her mouth was probably watering. It takes a moment before she finishes the last bits of preparation and props the stuffed turkey into the oven. She grabs the timer and sets an estimated time. Just then, Dahlia's whole body groaned and shook. She pressed the palms of her hands onto her temples and she lets out a irritable, blood-curdling scream.

That happens sometimes, over a small detail overlooked. She had to do things a certain way, if she forgot or messed up her cycle, she had to freak out. This time, She couldn't to add those laxatives in the turkey's stuffing. It was meant for a playful trick, but she couldn't do that with Alistair sitting there. Oh well. Next time she'd prepare a meal, she had a box of them in the cabinet.

(If it isn't a very good post, I'll edit it. Feedback would be nice.)

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Celeste jumped back. "Are-are you alright?" SHe asked in a terrified whisper. The girl had tried to help her, and cared a little. Anything was a step up form her mother. Even a mortal enemy would be much better company. She needed to learn to socialize better, she had been living in her house for the longest time.

Celeste then hunched over, multiple thoughts racing through her mind. It was most likely the girl didn't need or want to be bothered. How could she be so stupid, not knowing when to intervene. Should have she said something else? Or nothing at all? She didn't know if it was normal or something, she had never actually been outside her house. Ever. She hadn't met other people besides her mother before.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Kisa Alessandra

"And you Kisa, do not think the King has not noticed you going into the library without his consent. As result for your incompetence of not following rules, you will be working double shifts in the boiler room." Kisa Alessandra didn't show any sigh of hearing his words, but make no mistake, she heard him, and inside, she was seething. Her anger was close to bursting, but from some odd sense of past experience she knew showing her pain and anger would only make the Dog happy. Her pain was their gain and joy. She put the books on the counter and without even getting any orders to do so, she began to make cookies. Cookies would be nice right now. Her thoughts were oddly happy, as she began to mix the batter.

Alessandra ignored the others, even when she smelt Celeste's charred flesh. It didn't bother her. Even having no memories of her past life, Allie knew she's seen worse. She lay the cookie dough on the pain and began to shape them into Christmas trees and gingerbread men and women. The last one she shaped out looked like a horse. It would, of course, be hers to eat.

"You will get food if you have done enough work, if you haven't you will get nothing until the evening. Work is the only way to get simple things back in return. Any slacking will resort in punishment which you know I love dishing out." Kisa Alessandra was putting the tray of cookies into the oven when she heard this. For some odd reason, it made her angrier then usual. She couldn't resist herself. She chucked a book at Alistair, hitting him right in the forehead. She then sat on the counter, casually grabbing the book she didn't throw, and began to read... Right in front of Alistair. Obviously, she was mocking him, and asking for a beating.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
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It was almost like karma had something to do with King arriving just as the book made contact with Alistair's face. King's solid brown gaze follows the trail of the red-handed book chucker right to Kisa, one of the newer editions of his slave house. In fact, the other two girls who came around the same time she had were doing their own thing. His attention resided onto Kisa once more. He really didn't have to say anything. He just waited for her response. He held up a hand as if to command Alistair to stay where he was. He would handle the situation.

"My, my, my... I'm not even sure what to say at this point." He shook his head slowly. "Should I even ask for your excuse of doing so?"

Even if the other two girls did something wrong in his eyes, he ignored them. The girl's feet on fire, Celeste and her problem with water. The girl whose screeching thinned his tranquility, Marzi Doll and her neurotic personality. Whatever it was, it wasn't as important as shoving this girl's arrogance down her throat. King was an asshole, and the slaves have to deal with it.

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Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Kisa Alessandra

"My, my, my... I'm not even sure what to say at this point." "Should I even ask for your excuse of doing so?" Kisa Alessandra made a throaty noise that sounded close to a growl and a hmmph sound. "Oh, please, the Mutt had it coming for him." Her voice wasn't nasty or mean, it was soft and tired. Other then that, her face was cleared of any emotions. A sudden feeling of sensational coolness blossomed at the back of her head just as a beep rang out in the kitchen. Allie wasn't startled by the beep but she was startled by something else. -as shoving this girl's arrogance down her throat. It was a familiar voice that said this, but it also wasn't said out loud. She didn't show any sign of hearing this, except for the sudden new gleam in her eyes.

Kisa Alessandra jumped off the counter and pressed a button, turning the oven off and opening it, revealing chocolate chip cookies. She put on some mittens and took out the pan, and laying it on the counter. Allie began to scrap off a badly burnt one with a spatula. "The King deserves... the best, yes?" She mind-spoke to him, amusement filling her thought. Using the spatula she held out the burnt cookie to the King. The look in her blue eyes daring him to take the cookie.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
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King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
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King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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"You must call me King."
My Patience: β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ32%


King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Celeste Temapina Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Alexander Dunsil ll

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Alexander walked into the room with a bored expression. He had obviously just woken up. "Hey," He grunted. "Your feet are on fire," Before Celeste had a chance to open her mouth, Alexander spoke "Here, let me help you with that!" He poured a glass of water on her feet. She screamed out. "AH!" Alexander snorted. "Ah grow up," He hissed.

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Character Portrait: Kisa Alessandra Character Portrait: Alistair Costello Character Portrait: Alexander Dunsil ll Character Portrait: Joseph Hodgeson

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Kisa Alessandra

Kisa Alessandra was seething, as the King had grabbed chin forcefully, and making her eyes meet his. The anger in those eyes made her own anger flare up, growing to match his. She was going to slap when she saw his mouth moving closer, of course, her body somehow told her he was trying to kiss her while her brain was telling her something else. Either way, her instincts told her to duck, to do anything to keep mouth away from her face. When she was about to do a head butt, King smiled and pulled back. "Thank you." Allie almost let out a sigh of relief when she watched King grabbed the fallen burnt cookie and begin to eat it. "You're very kind." She practically heard his teeth grinding out of pure rage. She watched him leave the room.

Alessandra was angry, her blue eyes blazing like comets as she picked up her remaining book and threw it at the door... Well, at least she meant to throw it the closing door, yet the book ended up hitting the man who just came in. She couldn't help it. She ducked her head, flinching as she darted out of the kitchen through the door behind Alistair.

Kisa Alessandra was laughing by the time she was turning the last corner. Unfortunately, she was so busy laughing that she didn't see the other person walking toward her. She collided with her, and felt the pile of clothing the person was holding pile over her head. She blinked her eyes and quickly pulled the sheets off her, only to stare into the female servant... It took her awhile to realize that what she had thought was a Woman had been a man in disguise. She gasped, just as the guy flinched and covered his face again in shadow using his hood. Her brain worked quickly, and from the way he had been turning... He came from her room. Her eyes blazed again, as she launched herself forward, her fist thrown out, aiming for his face.

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Girls are not permitted to enter this room. (Reason why it isn't connected to the hall... Because the Guys live in a cabin.) The one picture with the gate, is where the cabin is hidden just past. Only King can open that gate. He usually leaves it open.

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Character Portrait: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
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Joseph Hodgeson

"Oh, another one. Great."

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Jewel Kesler is an artistic, empathetic girl with a bubbly personality.

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Alexander Dunsil ll

Oh, when did you become king?

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Alistair Costello

"My Bark Is Worse Than My Bite"

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Celeste Temapina

God, no. THis can't be happening, I'm just dreaming! Right? Am I?

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Kisa Alessandra

"I was reborn lost, and I would take no pleasure in being found."

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"I've always wanted to see someone die. Maybe I'll see their ghost."

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Welcome to the Foyer. Make sure to greet the guests of King with respect.

The Halls

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Try not to get lost!

The Ballroom

The Ballroom by Marzipan

You could dance forever in here!

The Males Bedroom

The Males Bedroom by Marzipan

Girls are not permitted to enter this room. (Reason why it isn't connected to the hall... Because the Guys live in a cabin.) The one picture with the gate, is where the cabin is hidden just past. Only King can open that gate. He usually leaves it open.

The Females Bedroom

The Females Bedroom by Marzipan

No boys are permitted in this room.

The Kitchen

The Kitchen by Marzipan

GET COOKING!

The Males Bedroom

Girls are not permitted to enter this room. (Reason why it isn't connected to the hall... Because the Guys live in a cabin.) The one picture with the gate, is where the cabin is hidden just past. Only King can open that gate. He usually leaves it open.

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Hmm... I wonder what Alistair will do... Since Kisa Alessandra did throw a book at his face...

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Oh I should have said that I was going to be away but I'm back now so we can get back into stuff.

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Limepepper wrote:I'm just going to make the king, I have nothing to do, and it's an important role anyway.


Hey, I read over your character and I'd think that it'd be more fun if your character took on the role as a male instead of king's role. It would be funny to see King and your character clash since the male you made used to be a king himself! Plus your little quote even says, "Oh, when did you become king?" It's PERFECT! Would that be okay?

Plus I recently made king but I never approved the profile.

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Limepepper wrote:I'm just going to make the king, I have nothing to do, and it's an important role anyway.


That's hilarious, I was just thinking about making him myself xD
You sure you are willing to handle the power you are about to have bestowed upon you?
Or would you rather me?

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I'm just going to make the king, I have nothing to do, and it's an important role anyway.

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Try to post in the place you are in, if the location doesn't exist, please ask me to make the room! :)

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nightwolf wrote:well i pasted my post and forgot to change the location but Alistair is in the kitchen


I tagged you into my recently edited post, I'm sure it says your present in the kitchen now :)
Plus, I edited my post.

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nightwolf wrote:well i pasted my post and forgot to change the location but Alistair is in the kitchen


Oh, oops hehe!
I'll edit my post after I read your post :D

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well i pasted my post and forgot to change the location but Alistair is in the kitchen

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Limepepper wrote:Hey there.


Just so you're not confused, I'm gonna post in the kitchen. I posted in the other room because I recently left xD
Well, yea so we went back into the kitchen I guess xD

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nightwolf wrote:Hehe well thank you I enjoy playing werewolf characters.


I can tell! ^-^
I'm not sure what kind of character I like to play most... It really depends on my mood.

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Hehe well thank you I enjoy playing werewolf characters.

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nightwolf wrote:There we go my first post for Alistair isn't he just evil.


Gasp... I...

LOVE HIM.

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There we go my first post for Alistair isn't he just evil.

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Hey everyone! If you want to start posting, go right ahead! Just make sure not to ignore any posts from new characters and such. I trust you all though, since most of you have more than years experience of roleplaying!! o-o

If you have any suggestions to change bits and pieces of the role-play, PLEASE don't be afraid to talk to me! This is my first try and all, and I want to make sure you all have the most pleasant experience possible. :)

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the roleplay ^^

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nightwolf wrote:awesome ive just got to edit a video then i will sort out my profile.


Alrighty, can't wait to read it! c:

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awesome ive just got to edit a video then i will sort out my profile.

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nightwolf wrote:Could I reserve a male character, id like to try out my old werewolf bodyguard character, actually could my character be a enforcer of rules and just be generally mean?


Actually, that sounds like a great idea!
I reserved a male spot for you!

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Could I reserve a male character, id like to try out my old werewolf bodyguard character, actually could my character be a enforcer of rules and just be generally mean?

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Hey, I made some rooms, just to let you all know. I hope I did alright. Some images I might replace if they're WAY too huge that they take up the screen.