Melody De'Lauren's Story

(OOC: Got distracted by studying.. only to have the test be postponed until next Monday... I hope you all forgive me! We'll use the order of posting as the order of arriving in the house, feel free to interact with those who come before/after you. Good luck to all, and with any luck, I'll see all of you on the other side.)



The chance that had been presented to him was nothing short of miraculous. Isaac had been looking for a place to live for a while; though living on campus was comfortable, there was something else that tugged at him, something that told him he had another place to be. And so when he read about a chance to live in a mansion, against his better judgement he took up on the offer.

Jolienne would have loved the irony, he thought to himself, slowly letting his car roll onto the driveway. He noticed that he was the first one arriving, and though there had been five other names on the sheet in the commons, he didn't have even the slightest idea of who they were.

A small part of him wanted to avoid finding out. He brushed that thought aside as he parked his car beneath an oak tree, spreading its branches over a patch of grass and a large pond. The front yard itself was impressively beautiful, and reminded him of his own at home - it looked as if fifty gardeners tended it every morning. Flowers bloomed nearly everywhere the eye could see, only being interrupted by cobble stone paths digging through the garden and several ponds scattered across the area.

Isaac turned his head away, a small phrase from Debussy's "Claire de Lune" floating through his thoughts. He held onto the piece as he walked through the garden and towards the door, imagining how Debussy might have played it if he were alive to be able to play the piece. And what he would have thought about someone transcribing it for piano.

His heart stopped for a brief moment, forced by panic, and he turned around and bolted for his car. The door opened with ease, as he had forgotten to lock it in a simple moment of bliss, but inside lay three of his instrument cases that he had brought with him. And upon seeing them, he let go a breath that he didn't know he was holding, grabbing the violin before shutting the door, and locking the car with a second thought.

That was how Isaac found himself entering the house. Granted that it was a mansion, he had been accustomed to houses of such sizes when he was younger, and no longer found it such a splendid thing - more a necessary evil that left him with thoughts of his father.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He listened to the echo of his voice carry through the house, and after it faded, there was no response. He took that as a simple sign to keep wandering through the house, and opened the first door he found, somewhere to the left of the main door. Engraved on a golden plaque was 'Ilyena's Study,' hanging on the front of the door.

Inside could be described as nothing less than pure joy for him to find. The windows, with the drapes thrown open, had a perfect view of the garden outside - but what he noticed more was the light being thrown onto the room. Everywhere, there were books in quantities that he had only dreamed of. Isaac carefully threw his violin onto the bed, and picked up the first piece of sheet music he found, the conductor's score for Chesnokov's 'Salvation is Created.'

He laughed merrily, and ran over to the grand piano sitting just besides the window. The lid opened easily, and while it was in need of dusting, the piano itself was relatively in tune for not having been played in some time. He carefully picked at the keys, playing the piece he had found, waiting for his other house mates to arrive.

'Oh goodness, already so many people here...'

Melody taps her bright red fingernail against the steering wheel of her hand-me-down Honda (her greatest aquirement from her stingy parents as of yet.) She turns the stereo off, realizing the high volume and thumping bass is likely echoing outside of the car as well. From there she waits, looking up at the mansion with her full attention.

Its beautiful, like nothing shes ever had the pleasure of seeing in real life before. Flowers blooming everywhere, the mansion itself jutting into the sky, reaching with its highest peaks to touch the clouds themselves.

"And there I go getting poetic again," she says to herself. Laughing as she takes a sip of reheated coffee from a red plastic cup. The most valuable thing she owns is the car shes sitting in now, and even then it dulls in comparison to the mansion before her.

She can't imagine living here, even with the terms set, she can't believe anyone would let a student anywhere near this place.

'Yet here I am' she thinks, taken away by the sheer luck of it all. Had she not found this place she would have either been stuck with her dour roommate for another dreadful year or would have bitten her tongue just long enough to ask her parents for the spare room again (hah, as if she would have ever been capable of that.) She sighs and reaches into the backseat for her coat, leaving the various duffels untouched for the moment. She knows there is all the time in the world later to unpack her bags.

For the moment she just wants to check the place out, and perhaps meet these new roommates of hers. Hoping that they are not as grim as her last.

As she locks the car on her way to the front door she begins to think of ways to introduce herself. Knowing that in this situation, of first meetings, it is best to plan things out to avoid any stuttering. But of course her plans never quite go to code, as the moment she walked in there was nobody in sight.

Thankful to skip the awkward first encounters she travels along a hallway, taking in the extroidinary details - and the size of the mansion itself. For a few moments it seems endless, until she finally stumbled down a smaller hall with most of its doors left ajar. She stops, directly in the middle of the hall, turning to face a door that sits further open than the rest of them. She smiles brightly and pushes her way in.

Its good sized, dimly lit by the dust caked window. Stuffy and as old as the rest of the house but she doesn't bother fretting about it yet. She surveys the space, wondering just how shes going to decorate once she gets the chance. For now the room seems to be occupied only by the furnishings she had sent along earlier that week, in preperation for the move. Her bed, and a desk were to be the only things in the room so she is surprised when she notices a vanity next to the door.

"Hmmm." She turns back to the door. Satisfied with finding the room so quickly. She decides to run out to her car to grab her bags, surprised that she has yet to run into any of her fellow housemates, but relieved as well that shes being given the time to do her own thing. Returning with the bags only to leave them for the most part unpacked inside her room.

'Time for some exploring.'

The scarlet red of her blood matched the colour of her bicycle very well. The trees appeared to taunt her from above, as the blood trickled from her calf into her Swiss-made socks. Lisette Lefeuvre was very fortunately, in her regular personality as she rode to the mansion. Although the conditions may have provoked her second, Lisette's car had broken down, and calling the tow truck men only led to a stream of "Bonjour!", "Croissants are tasty!" and "You live in Paris?". The man, after being slightly racist, told her that they would take an hour to come to the vehicle. Lisette could not have arriving in the afternoon an option, she pulled her bicycle off the back of the car, accidentally sending a spoke across her calf.

Upon arrival, Lisette marveled at the exterior of the mansion, it was conspicuously different from her expectations. The garden looked as if it would require a lot of work, and several cars were packed near the large tree Already, Goodness!. Lisette released her hands from the hand-grips, riding free for a few closed-eyes seconds, before letting it sit against the entrance pillars of the mansion. Before demounting her bicycle, she rethought the aforementioned surprise, riding a bicycle halfway from the university to here was certainly going to allow the others to arrive first.

Lisette unhooked her favourite sabre from her bicycle and slung her backpack, full of fruit, books, computer and telephone, over her shoulders. She knocked over a daffodil, soon after attempting to reassemble it into its former straight position. After Lisette felt as happy with the daffodil as possible, she continued on her route to the front door, which was conveniently wide open.

Upon entry, similar to the others, Lisette marveled at the decorations, the style of the doors, the chandeliers, the interior certainly did not resemble her original home. Seven seconds of observing the walls gave her sudden worries for tracking mud on the floor, she would not want to get her new French Carpet the colour of soil. Lisette attempted to remember the location of her new room, Second Floor? Where on the Second Floor? she decided it was best to simply explore the area for her room instead of ponder her embarrassingly short memory.

Lisette passed the room in which Nathaniel, Tatum and Issac were present, then walked a few steps backwards to greet and possibly request help from the people she would be traveling in time with(not that she would know that). "Why! Good day to you? Are you searching for rooms as well?", She said, with a very strict Swiss accent.