He walked in with his wife, patting Nigel's head. "Hey, put it this way, at least I never have to worry about you making stupid decisions," he offered, giving him an encouraging pat on the back to send him on his way. Glancing to Faith, he nodded slightly. "I should hope so," he murmered, not particularly meaning it. The only reason he'd wanted to move was for his work. If the family got its 'bonding' done, sure, plus for the happy wife. He didn't particularly care about his children aside from Nigel.
He picked up his box and headed up the stairs. Across from him were the stairs to Abby's room, so he went in the opposite direction. The house had four balconies, one on each corner. It seems his eldest had occupied to on one side of the house, so he and his wife could take the other front room. Walking up the other short set of stairs, he pushed the box into that room. He paused upon coming down to glance out the window. He had to admit, it really was lovely here. Walking down the stairs, he checked where the realtor had said there would be a study. Pleased that it was large, with ornate French doors, he took his office box and pushed it in there.
Abby
Stalking back down the stairs to find the last of her things, she grabbed the phone off Lily and threw it square at Ofe's chest. "Stop being such a whining baby," she scowled, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Lily, I have some old skirts I don't wear. They're outside my bedroom door if you want 'em." Then she glanced back over her shoulder at Ofelian. "And don't even think of touching them, you dork princess."
Trodding down to gather up her last few bags and her Ouija board, she dragged them back up the stairs and slid them over to her closet. "Mitty," she called, seeing the cat was no longer in the room. She ducked out of her room past her twin's and checked each room following. "Mitty?" she called softly into each. She paused at her brother's room and opened the door. She saw him at the balcony. "You're going to die if you keep smoking dummy," she called before skipping out. The kitchen was to her left, and to her right was a railed balcony overlooking the foyer. "Hi mom!" she called from it, waving. "I promise I won't complain about moving again, this house is radical!"
She looked down to see her twin. "Leigh-Leigh, help me find Mitty, she dissapeared!" she called. She then walked out of sight again. There was a door to the other hall which matched the one outside her bedroom, at the end of which her parents' room was situated. When Leigh joined her, she turned to a dark flight of stairs leading up. Grinning, she made her way up them, lifting her skirt bottom. The stairs groaned beneath them, but Abby could care less. Up on the next floor was an open space plus four rooms on the back wall. She presumed that this was the larger dining room, or a ballroom of some sort. Boring.
She walked out into it before something dagled in her face. Looking up she saw that it was a pull cord for an attic door. "Oh sweet," she grinned, tugging it. The old stairs folded out in front of them, falling from the hatch door. Making her way up it, she giggled. "This is my new favourite room in the house," she muttered to her sister. Standing and brushing her skirt off, she glanced around the attic. It was cluttered, but huge. Walking over to one of the old trunks, she lifted the lid with considerable effort. "Ughn!" she grunted when it finally opened. "Whoa, old." Inside were news articles from whenever.
Collette Grace
She sat in the corner of one of the rooms upstairs. She turned at the sound of people walking up the stairs, and stuck her head through the wall. "Hmph, so there are people here," she muttered to herself. Listening for Janica, she tilted her head side to side. "Groovy, I can make friends."
She followed them up the stairs, resting her elbows on the floor, watching them. "Yo, wassup?" she called, making Abby jump and turn. "Welcome to the 'hood." She grinned and turned over so that she was resting her head on the wood. "Don't go digging through people's stuff. It's rude you know."
Abby scowled. "What are you doing here? Get out of our house!" she cried, walking forward. Grace sat up, muttering to herself, walking down the steps.
"Alright, but I'll see you cool cats later."