Snippet #2674330

Frank rolled his eyes and waved off the girl's accusation.

"Whatever."

With that disregarded he turned from the woman and stood to face the direction the believed the smell was coming from. With another crack of thunder he heard her give another short exclamation combined with a bit of a jump. He simply turned his head to look over, an eyebrow cocked as he looked at her as though he was wondering what her issue was. In truth he already deduced that she was afraid of the sounds of thunder. His only curiosity was in regards to just how little she was able to control herself around it. Not being a man with a lot to fear he couldn't sympathize with her in that.

She sheepishly pulled ahead of him and scurried in the direction he was just looking. As little as he cared for the company he couldn't help his curiosity. For a supposedly abandoned place it seemed rather well kept and now it was looked and smelling rather lively. As some might say: The plot thickens.


Walking rather casually in his old socks he navigated a couple winding hallways to find himself at the dining room. Before him was quite a perplexing sight. Five plates were arranged upon the long oak table, each one holding a meal of steak and vegetables. The room was alight with lanterns set upon the walls, casting an illuminating yet dim glow as not all of them were lit. It was just enough to see by but it stood out even more as the rest of the mansion was cast in darkness.

Stepping around the woman who was just ahead of him not moments ago he approached the table, taking in the details he could make out in the dim lighting. He neither took a seat nor even so much as touched any of the food yet. Despite her chiding he wasn't going to go and just assume the food was for him. The most likely answer was that the food was set out for others that simply have yet to make themselves present. Even if he was a hobo he wasn't going to steal this food, especially as he intended to stay. He planned on staying in the good graces of whoever else called this supposedly abandoned old mansion home.


So he stood there, his mind drinking in the facts he was faced with. He looked up to the entrance to the dining room from an adjoining hallway, his ears picking up a rather suspicious noise. At first he believed it the sounds of the person he had just spoken with but looking back he confirmed she was not the source of the noise. Creaking floor boards and subdued footsteps betrayed the secrecy of the other one's position. If it was belonging to someone who was staying in the mansion before him he was sure to be ready and careful to boot.

He made sure his hands were out of his pockets so that he'd be ready to raise them in the possibility that the incomer is holding a gun. Last thing he needed was to get shot in the face because he was waltzing about someone else's turf in the dead of night. His eyes were keenly glued to the doorway the quiet stranger was approaching, ready for whatever might come.