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The Ruxville Manor

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Character Portrait: Faine Ruxville Character Portrait: Frank Wright Character Portrait: Mirabelle Pelletier
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Things seemed to be going pretty well.

Then the rain started coming down and all that good luck he seemed to have was washed away. Thinking for a moment that he had the entire place to himself he was quite jarringly shook from thought by the sound of a woman's cry shortly followed by the sound of the door slamming behind him. Turning around he saw the other person who had come barreling through the door before she spun and slammed the door shut behind her. She was a small woman, standing at roughly a foot shorter than him, dressed in what looked like casual traveling clothes though nothing that looked appropriate for the weather she was just in. She was notably thin and fair skinned but what drew the most attention were the oddly colored eyes.

Probably contacts Frank chalked the oddity up to. She had a bag with her, a little more stuffed than what was ordinary. He wouldn't of cared normally but people don't regularly come charging into this particular mansion. If rumors were to be believed that would be the truth. She didn't look like the type of person who'd own a place like this which meant she was likely either a criminal or another drifter who just so happened to pick this place on the same day as he did. Either which way he wouldn't let his guard down.


"Hey." He announced his presence as the woman looked as though she was wrapped up in her own head, none too comfortable in there it seemed. As much as he'd rather be alone right now this problem wasn't going to go away on it's own. Standing in a slouch with his hands in his pockets he had a long sigh before continuing on.

"Rough weather huh?" He looked out to one of the windows, looking at the drops of rain quickly pattering against the pane. He never minded the rain himself. It was cool and left the air smelling fresh. The sound of lightning striking with cracks of thunder were always quite atmospheric for him. Gave the night an almost spooky feel which he relished. Had he been alone he almost might of been inspired.

"I take it you aren't the owner." He asserted, not really making much of a question of it since he was assuming she probably wasn't. His tone was soft and his voice low but it was tinged with a subtle sense of discontent. "Not a lot of people come just to tour this place, so I've heard. Was it a dare from one of your friends to spend the night here? Perhaps you've been on the road a while and are looking for a place to wait out the weather? Or perhaps it's the idea that there might be something of some value that nobody else has claimed which lays for the taking?"


Perhaps he might of come off as a bit inquisitorial there. He decided to ease off on his tangent, pausing with a breath.
"You needn't answer me if you wish. Neither one of us rightfully belongs here in truth. If you're planning on taking anything with you however do please leave the lanterns in place. This place is old and I'm fairly sure it hasn't been outfitted with many modern luxuries, lighting and heat being my chiefest concern. I plan on staying a while should fortune abide."

Then he caught the smell. A strange smell of cooking beef wafted through the air from one of the ground floor hallways. Giving the air a sniff he quirked a brow as this was another unexpected turn in what was presumed to be a quiet and lonely stay.

"Looks like we aren't the only ones here either. With my luck a whole gang's probably calling this place home."