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The Ruxville Manor

The Ruxville Manor

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Rumors circle around a seemingly abandoned manor. Some say the owner is still alive despite 300 years. But are these rumors true?

1,761 readers have visited The Ruxville Manor since Specmarine created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

based off an idea that someone made a long time ago on this site to which i have forgotten the name.

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The Ruxville Manor, a old manor dating 300 years ago. This Victorian style manor has been shrouded in mystery and superstition, when the manor first appeared many people believed the family who lived there to be strange, they would never be seen them leaving their manor and they seemingly never go hungry. The only evidence that people were living in the manor was the sign of someone with blonde hair.

As time passed many people started to fear going near the manor almost as if it was cursed or haunted, the manor seemingly does not age and the inside is always clean and devoid of dust. People would even continue to see the familiar lock of blonde hair from time to time. Whether it was some story paranoid and superstitious people made up or parents trying to scare their kids, no one had the right explanation. Soon people just ignored the manor and no one has moved in since no one had the documents to lay claim to the place.

Now 300 years later and the same manor continues to stand, the grass around it always tended to and the windows always cleaned. Of course some people either curious to investigate the manor or looking for a free home might decide to visit the manor, rumors were just rumors and there is no way someone could live for 300 years...right?

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Welcome to the Ruxville Manor, a little slice-of-life, comedic, fun and drama filled RP which follows a group(Or multiple people) deciding to visit the manor. Some of you might be an adventurer, some might just sneak in to live there for free, or maybe some hidden loot in the manor is just waiting to be nabbed, whatever your reason is, you picked this manor to be the target.

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Notes

This will not De-rail into a horror RP. I will be adding some scares for your characters but not to the point where they feel like they are being chased down by some killer and cant escape.

Now I am not very stingy when it comes to requirements, I only ask that if you intend to join...you stay...I don't want someone to join and leave a few days later. That would mean anyone interacting with your character will be stuck in a limbo until I decide to just kick you.

Grammar, I'm sure everyone likes good grammar.

Having fun, the most important thing to note is to have fun. If you are not having fun then you are not enjoying what is going on.

I will be playing the part of the manor owner who will be the only player made supernatural UNLESS you can convince me to remove the restriction. But your character will also have to make sense so no Cthulu.

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The Ruxville Manor, a place surrounded by mystery and superstition. Although some say it's cursed or haunted, many people have tried to investigate the manor from the brave adventerious individuals to those who could taste the riches it possessed and everyone so far has ran off screaming like a group of babies when they saw their own shadow. Of course you would first need to climb up a hill lined with a cobblestone path which was surrounded by trees making it easy to get to the manor undetected.

Of course no one believed in cursed or haunted houses, especially two men who were dressed in all back and helping each other over the 18 foot wall to avoid the gate which had been locked with a chain to prevent trespassers. It was easy to get in and out but the manor itself was a maze to navigate unless you knew it's layout which has not been mapped any further then the main entrance since no one bothered to share their information with other people who were looking to investigate the manor.

The two men were quickly over the wall and quickly made their way to the door, they tried the doors handle and it was surprisingly unlocked. Not thinking twice about about it, the two entered the manor and turned on their flashlights since the light provided in the manor was provided by the mosaic glass windows when light poured through it, but it was midnight and the moon was not close to full so all they could see in the manor was pure darkness. "Alright, here's the plan: I head left and you head right. We nab anything of value and get out and live the easy life." The first man spoke muffled by his face mask. The other guy nodded and the two began to walk up the double spiral stairway and into the main hub of the manor.

Once they entered the main lobby of the manor they looked around with their flashlights to examine the room. There were pairs of chandeliers with unlit candles hanging on the ceiling, and many doors lined the ground level and up the stairwell. The two payed little attention to any of the little decorations or the red carpet on the floor and went their seperate ways. The man who organised this operation opened the first door and began to wander the hallways decorated with old knight statues and many different paintings and flora. But there was something off about all of this, he felt unnaturally nervous as he wandered the empty halls, almost as if something knew that they were there.

Opening up one of the rooms the mans eyes lit up as he noticed something resting on one of the drawers, a gold plated ring. He rushed up to it and picked it up to examine it. It was not your ordinary ring painted with a gold color to give it an expensive feel to it, running his finger across the surface he relized that the coating of the ring was real gold making it worth thousands of dollars and the man pocketed it in a heartbeat. He soon began to rummage through the drawers finding more loot such as rings, bracelets, necklaces, even gems inside the drawer and he began to shove as many as he could in his pockets. Not even ten minutes in and he already felt as rich as a millionaire.

He soon left the room and began to make his way back to the main lobby when something got his attention, he heard a faint slam of the main doors. Was it his partner? He should have know that it would be very difficult to scale a wall that was nearly three times your size, in fact why did he slam the door? As these questions buzzed in his head, he entered the lobby and his flashlight shone on a bag laying on the ground, it was his partners bag and it was filled with the same loot he had just found.

Something was wrong here, no man would just abandon loot like this unless something happened to them. It was then when he heard the sound of an organ piano coming from the entrance. "I-If this is a joke your dead meat..." The man shakily muttered as he decided to head back to the entrance to leave.

Arriving close to the entrance he noticed that there was light coming from the entrance, that itself was suspicious since no one lived in the manor and his partner had nothing to light them up. With those thoughts in mind a chill ran up his spine and he instinctively began to crouch so he would not be heard. As he made it to the end of the hallway, he peered into the entrance and looked down to try and see who was playing the organ piano. He could not see a figure since the organ piano was blocking his view. All he could do was listen to the sweet music that came from whoever was playing it and thought to stay hidden until they left. "it's not polite to eavesdrop on a lady you know." a feminine voice rang out as the piano stopped playing and in a split second the candles went out. The man tried to scream but his voice would not leave his throat, he was terrified that something was going to happen to him. The man had already abbandoned his flashlight and he felt something taking something from him but he could not notice it due to the fact he was beyond scared.

After the invisible force let him go, the man ran stumbled down the status and outside the manor wearing nothing more than his underwear and mask. His parter who was also wearing almost nothing began to motion for him to hurry to him while shouting. "Let's get out of here man! Screw the loot!" The two then helped each other over the wall and ran without looking back. With that another group has ran off screaming in terror for the night followed by even more rumours in the morning.

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It was a cloudy day. The news said there was some risk of rain. With Frank's luck it probably was going to start raining soon.

He wasn't having a good day, a good week or even a good life if you take his word for it. One hand in his pocket, the other clutching some old duffel bag with a few of his belongings inside, he walked up the soft earth of the hill towards the manor. He was near the road, close enough to see it if he looked to his right. He preferred to take the more natural route as opposed to walking on the road itself. The ground had a nice yield under the feet and it was also a more remote trek. He didn't have to concern himself with much in the way of company. His hope was that the mansion itself didn't have residents of it's own, squatters or otherwise.

In the distance he heard something which brought his attention to the road. He saw two men running the other direction, clad in nothing but their briefs and masks. This was definitely a sight worthy of a raised eyebrow. He could only ponder what set of circumstances could of led to this odd result. Naturally Frank passed the whole thing off as just being the result of people drinking themselves into a stupor but even he knew such deduction was merely an assumption, the truth eluding him whilst raising some curiosity all the while.


Not enough to get him to bother following and questioning the two individuals however. Their answers weren't deemed worthy of the stress undergoing such an investigation would be for him. He was in no mood to chase a couple semi-nudists down or make unnecessary conversation. Instead he pressed onward until he reached his destination.

Coming into sight Frank saw the building in full view. It was not an unimpressive sight to behold this mansion. It was an older fashion but it looked like it hadn't suffered in the years it was rumored to have been standing. It struck him as strange for such a place to have endured the weather of three hundred years without looking worse for wear. His imagination couldn't fathom many probable reasons that didn't range into the absurd. It was something he planned on looking into when he got inside.


Coming up to the gate he gingerly placed his hand against a bar. If this place was still in use there was a possibility that there might of been a security system installed. In this case he wanted to make sure the gate wasn't electrified. It wasn't likely but he didn't like leaving things to chance. Confirming the gate's safety he got to climbing. Naturally as was the case with old structures like these the fences were decorated with fancy metalwork and lettering as well as other such aesthetic works. Such features made for both footholds and handholds which he could pull himself up on. It was no easy effort but Frank was rarely ever daunted by physical challenges. His physical ability was one of the few things he had at this point, he would curse himself if he didn't at least make some use of that.

Carefully navigating over the metal points up on the top of the gate he let himself down on the other side. He was past the gate and now the manor laid before him, a treasure trove of things unseen for these many years. His curiosity for what remained untouched was strong. More than that however he could only wonder just how nature hadn't reclaimed this structure yet. There were no vines on the walls and the grass looked as though it were cut recently. Even the bushes were trimmed, something which struck him as more than a little odd.


Reticently approaching the two large front doors he was too wary to enter without caution. Opening a door open a crack he peered inside, looking around the main foyer. Though unlit the entire place was opulently adorned. The decorations were not excessive but impressive from what little he could see. Strangely there was little to no dust on anything within. This place was more than a little well kept for someplace that was rumored to be abandoned. Ever careful he decided to knock a couple times on the door he was holding, announcing his arrival.

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

He called out to whoever might be responsible for this place's upkeep. When silence was all that greeted his question he gave up on waiting for a response and stepped inside. As his shoes were rather caked with dirt from the walk, though they were never clean to begin with given how he's been living, he decided to take them off and leave them next to the doorway. He didn't want to track dirt all over the place he was going to be living in and though his socks were none too clean either at least they wouldn't leave quite as much of a mess.

Walking into the center of the foyer in his socks he looked around, taking in the household's various details. There was much to explore but he figured he had a fair amount of time to look around and take in the scenery.

"Well, guess no one's here. Might as well make myself cozy."

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Mira walked down the road at a casual pace, looking up at the clouds warily. Due to the fact that she had recently attracted some attention during her stay in Aclara, a nearby city, Mira had opted to travel by foot for the next few days. The terrain was perfect for it, the city being surrounded by forests and the occasional small field. There were other smaller towns scattered around the area but they were few and far in between. Usually traveling on foot, especially when she had law enforcement looking for her, was ideal as apposed to stealing a car since it made it hard for them to track her. Now, seeing the darkened clouds above her head she was beginning to regret the decision, fearing that the coming storm would harbor more than just rain.

Just as a raindrop hit her on the cheek Mira caught a glimpse of a wall on the left side of the road. Crossing the street she followed the wall, almost abandoning the seemingly useless pursuit until she came to upon a gate. Looking in Mira was immediately taken by the architectural master piece that was the manor. It was in Victorian style, she realized immediately, the design reminding her of descriptive passages in some of her favorite books. There had been plenty of rumors spread in Aclara about what Mira realized was the Ruxville Manor. Recalling some of them Mira wondered if any were true. Captivated by the magnificent building and her day dreams Mira didn't even remember it had started raining until she heard the distant rumbling of thunder. Quickly, with little forethought Mira looked at the wall and in a split second deemed it climbable. Adjusting the strap of her bag, which was actually quite light for it to hold all of her possessions, Mira quickly made work of scaling he wall, a skill she had mastered after years of split-second decisions like this one.

Once she had leapt the wall she surveyed the house, quickly approaching it. She knew that often people came into the house to steal stuff or see if the rumors were true so she didn't want to go in through the front and risk running into one such adventurer. Mother Nature, seemed to dislike this option though since as soon as Mira turned to follow the side of the large manor, away from the front door, a flash lit a distant part of the sky shortly followed by a crack of thunder. Though it was obviously not the worst of the storm, quiet far off still, the sound caused Mira to let out a yelp and bolt for the door. Skipping up the steps two at a time Mira didn't even register the fact that the door had been open already. As soon as she was through the doorway she turned and slammed it shut, a surprising feat since the large, solid door quite possibly weighed more than her. Breathing heavily from her sprint across the manor's lawn Mira shut her eyes and leaned her head against the door, visibly cringing as another clap of thunder penetrated the manor walls.

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Faine sighed as she watched the two men scamper over the wall from the window overlooking the entrance. "That makes another two this week. I can't believe the audacity that the people in this day and age exhibit, no respect for the cultural and historic value of this manor. They might as well be rats in a human shell, regardless I had my fun scaring them silly and much more fun knowing how awkward it must be to go back to town wearing almost nothing." She chuckled as she returned back to the lobby of the manor to return her belongings back to their rightful place.

As Faine was placing some jewelry back into their respectful spot, she heard the distant sound of thunder in the distance. It seemed like there was a storm on the way which meant that the manor would be getting dirty or damaged if the wind knocked something into it. "Oh I just polished the manor just a few hours ago, now the weather takes the perfect opportunity to ruin all my hard work. I guess that just means I have to do it all over again." She sighed wearily as she closed the drawer but another sound caught her attention, a knock at the door followed by a male voice calling out. That was something new, a stranger willingly knocks on a door to a seemingly abandoned manor, he must have grown up with the best of manners.

Soon another crack of thunder sounded in the distance followed by the main door opening and slamming shut easily startling Faine. "I swear most people nowadays truly have no such thing as respect. Although there is a storm on the horizon and I myself do not like to be caught out in the rain, I shall forgive whoever slammed the door. But now I have some guests to attend to, perhaps its time to make some late night dinner. I wonder how they shall react?" She chuckled as left one of the many guest rooms, made her way to the main lobby and made her way to the dining area which was the door located on the first floor near the stairwell.

Wandering through the hallway, Faine made her way to a large and elegant dining room with plates and utensils already prepared. She then made her way into the kitchen and lit the stove with a lit candle, sure she mostly needed blood to survive but there were many ways to obtain it and get full instead of going outside and attacking someone out of the blue. She could go to a blood bank and get a blood packet, go out in the woods and get a animal, or even pay a visit to a store and buy some bloody steaks. Speaking of bloody steaks, the dinner she had planned was bloody steaks cooked rare and seasoned with only the finest of spices. She had to make a good impression as a hostess but of course she had hoped no one tried to steal anything, she was quite tired after an entire week of pesky theifs and scaring off intruders but these people, they were a strange bunch indeed. One who knocks on a door and one who slams a door shut that could easily wake the dead from their slumber.

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Katie had been watching the manor for a little while from a secluded vantage point on a hillside, but the darkening clouds that had threatened rain finally let loose, prompting her to make her move sooner than she'd intended. Although it was hard to make out in the failing light, even with binoculars, it had been as she'd suspected. As darkness drew on, the place that was supposedly 'abandoned' was practically coming alive. She'd taken what photos she could, but the digital camera on a cord round her neck was designed for quick snaps with friends, and certainly didn't have a telescopic lens.

First two rough looking men had climbed over the wall, evidently leaving in some hurry. They had looked dangerous, but bewilderingly were fleeing in just masks and their underwear. Perhaps their boss chewed them out for a mistake, she thought, and is humiliating them to punish them?. Then a younger looking man in dark clothing had tested the gate cautiously, before climbing over.

That's interesting, she thought. I would have thought that the criminals holed up in there would have a more discreet way of getting in and out.

With the first few raindrops, she'd started to move towards the manor, deliberating with herself over how to try to get in. She decided against the gate; it looked like she could climb it, but not with the ease the men she'd seen had seemed to manage, and she didn't particularly want to be visible from the house. And she'd come prepared.

She edged around, trying to keep low and trusting to the rain to blur her movement. When she found a suitable point in the wall, she took out and threw up a grappling hook with a thin rope attached.

The theory was sound; the practice, somewhat more difficult. She'd thought she could walk up the wall, using her legs to brace herself and her arms to help bear her weight. Unfortunately whilst she managed well enough to get up the wall, she had no plan whatsoever as to how to maneuver at the top, and she almost fell back down when she was startled by an incredibly loud noise - like a gunshot - somewhere nearby. Once she'd recovered, and her heart had stopped hammering, she realized that her arms were turning to jelly and she was going to either have to slide down and rest or force herself to make it over the wall.

The thought of attempting the climb again, now that she'd made the mistake of looking down and seeing just how far she had to fall, was too much to bear. She heaved herself on top, scraping her belly painfully on the metal points crowning the wall, and then hauled the thin rope up to drop down on the other side. She paused only for a breather, lying low on the wall, before lowering herself. Her arms finally gave out halfway down, and although she managed not to fall her slithering landing in a bush was rather less than elegant.

She'd made it. Her anxiety increased to a sudden peak; this had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Too late to back out now; even from armed thugs who were quite probably armed and dangerous. She was far too exhausted to try to scale the wall again to get back out, or likely even manage the easier-looking gate.

She considered her options. The police would not come to help her, given their obvious involvement in all this. This was dangerous. She would be easily manhandled - she didn't own a firearm anyway, and she'd decided that a weapon would be more hindrance than help. Not only would she be outnumbered, but if there were any corrupt officers around, they could easily use the presence of a firearm to trump up any false charges they tried to stick to her. Her only protection was the precautions she'd made beforehand, and her wits and manner.

Katie crouched low in the flower bed, trying to rub the life back into her arms and catch her breath whilst getting steadily wetter and colder. The rain was intensifying, which was horrible but in some ways reassuring - at least any lookouts would have a hard time picking her out in this. She needed to find a way in though, and fast. There was a side door, but it was obviously shut fast. Katie's brain managed to backtrack and reassess what she'd heard in less of a state of panic, and she realised that the sound she'd heard hadn't been a gunshot, but a heavy door slamming. She had a crowbar, but didn't want to use it if at all possible, both because of the damage and the noise. This particular door looked far too heavy for her to move. Probably not too much for one of these burly thugs, though she thought, and started to move around.

She didn't dare try the front door, which was almost certainly being watched and probably watched by armed gunmen, so she began to loop around the back. She kept low again, trying to keep below the height of the windows. Her knees were starting to ache by this point, and she was both wet and muddy. Every so often she would dart up to peer up through the windows. Her hammering heart started to calm after a short while, as there was clearly no one in the rooms she was passing. Most of them seemed to have furniture that was covered in dust sheets.

This emboldened her to decide to risk trying her crowbar at the next door she came to, assuming she could check through the windows either side to make sure there were no guards nearby. Thankfully she stumbled first by sheer dumb luck onto a window that was slightly ajar, offering an entry point. More importantly, there was no one in the room. She pushed the sash window further open, then climbed through.

Her first action was to very carefully slide the window back down behind her, as noiselessly as possible. Then she began to wring herself out. She must, she thought to herself, look a state. She grabbed a corner of the nearest dust sheet to rub herself down with, drying herself off, dabbed at the scratch on her belly, then looked around the room again.

After some consideration she lifted the corner of the nearby dust sheet up again to examine what was underneath. A priceless chaise-lounge, with curved wooden feet. She had no knowledge about antiques but could see that this was obviously valuable. She lifted one dust sheet and then another, revealing more treasures.

She took a few quick snaps with the camera, then moved on. A pair of double doors, elegant and edged in gold leaf, opened at a touch. She peered through the crack, then pushed them open further to make her way down the hall.

She had only gotten part way down when the wooden paneling on the walls turned to mirrors, and on catching sight of herself she eyed what she saw in distaste. She looked, it had to be said, disheveled. Not the controlled, confident, poised-at-all-times, I'm-a-barrister look she was going for. Hastily she pulled a few twigs from out of her hair, smoothed it down to it's usual style. Thankfully she'd chosen dark clothing, a neat black turtleneck and black pants, so that the dirt didn't show. She rubbed at a couple of smudges on her face, adjusted her pack, then turned back round, hand going to her pocket.

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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."

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"Hey" Mira jumped a bit and spun, eyes wide, to see a young man standing in the foyer. She had been about to apologize or greet him, which she wasn't sure yet but then thunder rang out again and Mira squeaked, her hands flying up to her head to cover her ears. Despite wanting to just curl up in a closet and die, Mira quickly lowered her hands as a blush crept across her face. "Rough weather huh?" Mira cringed at another clap of thunder more swallowing and nodding a bit. "Um... yeah..." Due to how quietly she spoke she doubted he had even heard her though, it's not like that kind of response even deserved an answer. Thankfully a moment of silence help the storm so his next statement Mira was able to process. "I take it you aren't the owner." Mira pursed her lips, wondering if it was meant as an insult, but then just shook her head. Obviously he was just oblivious, Mira had seen people like him enough to realize that whatever he said would be exactly what had come to mind. Though, it did seem this one had a bit of a filter since he had yet to comment on her eyes.

"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?" Thunder rang out once more outside and Mira did her best to focus on what the man was saying rather than the sound. Honestly, if the man hadn't been there Mira would have bolted up the stairs and have been hiding in a closet or some other small space where she could cover her ears and hide. As Mira tried to get a hold of herself, which was proving to be difficult since she had never been able to get rid of her fear of thunderstorms, the man seemed to realize that either what he said was too much for her to handle or, more likely, that he had come on too strong. "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." He took a moments pause before speaking again. "Looks like we aren't the only ones here either. With my luck a whole gang's probably calling this place home." Mira scoffed at this and finally spoke up as the storm took a break, though silently she was hoping that it was over. "I am not going to steal anything! And even if there hadn't been a storm I would have loved to check the manor out on my own time. It's absolutely magnificent!" When she spoke her annoyance was made clear in her tone but as she spoke about the house her mood shifted completely and she giggled in excitement.

As the smell that had caught the man's attention hit her nose Mira's stomach growled and she cocked her head to the side. "Also, there is only one gang in Aclara or any of it's surrounding towns and they're stationed in a small town called Mypheros that's only a few miles north of Aclara. Also, Ruxville Manor is south of the city by at least 40 miles so no gang would bother staying here. Also, you really shouldn't just make assumptions like that. It's rude. I for one would rather just go see who it is." Mira bent over and quickly unlaced her boots before taking them off and placing them next to the door. She then took her bag off her back, opened it, and took out a purse before closing it and putting the bag next to her shoes. It was all a very neat and quick process and, once finished, Mira walked in the direction the smell was coming from. It would have all looked extremely graceful if not for the fact that another clash of thunder rang out causing her to jump and yelp mid-step, which would have caused most people to stumble though Mira managed to save herself that particular embarrassment. Blushing deeply Mira sped up her pace, not wanting the man to see her face after the embarrassing moment.

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Katie slid her phone from her pocket and checked the signal. Low, but still present...for now. The manor was isolated of course, and there was always a chance that whatever signal was available would be blocked in some way. What better way to add to the 'haunted mansion' vibe, and incidentally stop anyone calling for help and reporting what they'd found?

At the very least, it would certainly disappear as she went deeper into the house. Next she took a moment to scan for wi-fi. No wi-fi found. Of course, if someone here knew what they were doing, they might have made it hard to find... She put the phone back in her pocket, and then finished returning her appearance to something at least approaching her usual level of poise and coiffure, occasionally chancing nervous glances down the corridor.

Although she hadn't seen anyone yet, the mere fact that the window had been opened for air indicated that occasionally someone must come this way. Not to mention the lack of dust. The glorious arched mirrors gave way as she crept cautiously onward to the end of a corridor, and here she peered carefully around both marble statues to check her way onward. No sign of anyone still. She deliberated with herself, then decided to turn in the direction she thought - was fairly sure - of the main front entrance. If she was lucky, she could eavesdrop on whoever was guarding it and perhaps glean some valuable information about what was going on here.

Just a few twists and turns later though, she was hopelessly lost. Then something came to her in the air. Steak? She almost smiled. She'd give a lot to know where that steak had come from, and who was intending to dine here. She supposed of course that anyone with cash in hand could just go to a store and pick up food, but if more than a handful of people were hiding out here they would surely have to have deliveries... If she was careful, and lucky, and avoided running into any guards, she could probably find out a lot more from the talk overheard if she crept up on whoever was eating there. It was dangerous, but stepping into this place had been dangerous. Falling in. She turned and began to follow her nose.

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Finn looked up at the sky again, hoping that the clouds would wait to break until after he had reached the safety of the manor. The clouds themselves were difficult to detect given the time of night and minimal help from the moon to illuminate the surrounding area, but he knew they were there. It was just his luck that it would rain on the night he'd finally gotten the courage to enter the manor, though it would make for a sufficient excuse if anyone else was there and asked what he was doing. Depending on how long it rained, he might be forced to stay there for upwards of a few days. He was ill prepared to have to stay in a supposedly abandoned home for more than a few hours. Thinking he would simply enter the manor, explore and take pictures, and then leave, Finn had failed to bring any food provisions or spare clothes. Rain had been in the forecast and he figured the mansion would be sunlight so at least he had his rain jacket and a flashlight with him. His camera bag was slung across his body, hiding under the rain jacket. Not only was his camera, lens, and flash in it but also spare batteries and an extra memory card. He didn't want to be in the manor and have his flashlight or camera suddenly die on him. Worst case scenario he could use his phone, which was currently turned off and in his pocket, as a flashlight.

His paced quickened as the first rain drop fell. Unlike most, he did not enter from the front of the property but from the back of it. Upon his first visit to the manor, he'd been keen to explore all exterior faces of the wall surrounding it. Finn doubted his abilities to scale the wall or the gate and thus had been thankful to who it was before him that had succeeded in removing a chunk of the wall on the rear end of the property. He was also thankful that the aforementioned person or people were clever enough to break up the larger chunk into smaller divisions of stone, so as to be placed back into the wall and made to look like it had not been hampered with. There were small sections of where the stones had chipped a bit from being repeatedly pushed out of the wall and onto the ground, but nothing so major as to cause suspicion. After all, the elements could have easily marred the stone. This stealthy entrance also had the advantage of being a few feet away from a large tree, which would help to obscure the view of someone climbing in and out of the wall. Finn had found this entrance by accident, having leaned back against this exact spot when taking a moment to relax and look at the sky. After putting most of his weight against the wall, the stones which had been removed and put back in fell out and the rest is history.

Grateful as he was for that secret entrance, it would have been helpful if it was near the actual mansion. Being on the back of the property meant he had to walk more than anyone coming form the front. This additional time ended up costing him, as he was only about halfway to the manor when the rain began to fall. As it began to fall harder, Finn started to run for the safety of the Victorian mansion. He wasn't one to run, but he also didn't want to be in the increasingly heavy rain any longer than he had to. There was a rumble of thunder, prompting him to speed up. He could feel the soles of his feet beginning to become wet as they made squishing noises in the mud. After what seemed like forever, he reached the safety of the manor, standing under the shallow ledge of the roof. He had no desire to run to the front and try to gain entry from the front door. If it wasn't open, then how was he supposed to get in then?

Looking to the right and to the left, he spotted a door which looked like it hadn't been sealed shut. "Please be open, please be open, please be open," he muttered to himself as he sped walk over to it. He turned the handle and to his surprise it was unlocked. Without further thought, he opened the door and darted inside. He closed the door carefully behind him, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of the manor. From outside came a flash of lightning and another rumble of thunder. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He had entered a short, reverse L shaped hallway. The vertical component of the L extended along the exterior wall. What little light came in from the windows showed his adjusting eyes that there were doors, evenly spaced from one another, on the other side of the hallway. The spacing of the doors suggested smaller rooms, perhaps storage or servants' quarters. The shorter part of the L had only a few doors, alternating on either side.

Curious to see what lay beyond the doors in the longer section of hallway, Finn took a step in the direction. Realizing his shoes and socks were uncomfortably wet and likely to track mud everywhere, he slipped them off and left them by the door. He also removed his rain jacket and hung it from the doorknob. The young man walked as quietly as he could over to the closest door, not wanting to alarm any person or animal who might be in the manor. He knew for a fact that many a brave (or stupid in some cases) soul had set foot in the manor before, only to leave abruptly. He preferred that he was not added to their ranks.

Finn cautiously opened the door. Unable to see, he took his flashlight from his bag and shone it into the room. Heavy white sheets lay over the sparsely decorated bedroom. The covered bed, chair, wardrobe, and desk were eerie yet beautiful at the same time. It also confirmed his suspicions that this section of the home were the servants' quarters. Knowing he would be passing by this room on his way out of the manor, he decided not to take a photograph at the moment. He closed the door to the bedroom.

Once back in the hallway, he caught a whiff of something cooking. He froze, a mix of fear and curiosity filling his mind. Someone else was here and they were cooking! But why were they here and why were they preparing a meal at such a time? What if they found out he was here and harmed him? But what if they were friendly? Oh, how he hoped they were friendly. It smelled like someone was cooking steak and he could detect a hint of spices in the smell as well. Exactly which ones he was unsure of. Though he loved to cook and did so frequently, he didn't exactly have the budget to be buying every last spice on earth.

Deciding to investigate due to his hungry stomach, his own love of cooking and food, and general curiosity, Finn slowly and quietly proceeded down the shorter hall. It seemed that the scent was coming from close by. If he had to guess, the kitchen was either at the end of this short hallway or just beyond it.

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As Faine was focused on her cooking, she heard the sounds to talking coming from the manor along with the sounds of a window being opened up and the sound of a door being opened up, of course they were being stealthy about it but her hearing could pick up on their attempts at being sneaky. With perhaps two more visitors in the manor she began to cook two more steaks."From welcoming a few guests to getting ready for a party, this day is getting more interesting by the second." She lightly chuckled to herself as she continued to cook the steaks to perfect perfection and topped them all of with spice and seasoning.

As soon as Faine was finished cooking the five steaks, she put out the fire before opening up one of the many cabinets that lined the kitchen and pulled out four plats each with a fancy design on them. She then began to plate the food, placed the steak on top of the plate, shredded some lettuce and scattered them on the plate, cut some tomatoes and placed them around the steak then she topped it all of with a special sweet sauce. The smell was wonderful, and she gave a small smile as she yet again made a perfect meal.

She walked back into the dining hall and placed four plates on the table, not in any specific place since she would let her guests pick them up and choose where to sit. The table itself was made of a solid oak and covered with a fancy white sheet with fancy designs like almost everything in the manor and most of the chairs surrounding it was a standard chair with arm rests and covered with red cushions. After she had left the plates for her guests to pick up, Faine went to the other side of the table to where a large throne like chair sat, covered with soft cushions and placed her plate in front of it. She knew that maybe one person would try to sit in her chair so she went behind the giant throne like chair and hid behind it ready to scare the unlucky person to sit on it, of course if no one did she would appear on her chair to greet everyone.

Everything was prepared to greet her guests, however she had a few surprises up her sleeve once they had all entered this very room, this was going to be a much longer night than usual for her.

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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.

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Upon opening the door at the end of the hallway, the young man was greeted with shelves of ingredients. Shining his flashlight around him, he stared at them with wonder and amazement. Why were the shelves kept with ingredients if nobody lived here? Finn was willing to bet he would soon find out the answer to that question. Whoever they were, their taste was expensive. There was a good amount of saffron on the shelves, a much larger quantity than he had ever seen before. If he had to guess it had cost the user a few hundred dollars.

After giving a look over the other ingredients stored in the pantry, he exited though the door opposite of the one he had entered. He now found himself in the kitchen. It was vacant at the moment, but there was no doubt in his mind that someone had been cooking just minutes before. He could smell the steak and furthermore, the cook had not completely cleaned up their preparation space. The knife they had used to cut tomatoes (and likely lettuce, as he doubted they would serve just tomatoes) still sat on the cutting board. If it had been anyone else, they likely would have picked up the knife as a means of defense. But Finn was against violence and he did not feel at all threatened by the situation. It was peculiar to say the least, but he believed just telling whoever lived here the truth about why he had come to the manor would suffice in keeping them from hurting him.

Finn proceeded to leave the kitchen through one of two doors on the opposite end of the room from the pantry. After opening the first door, he was faced with another hallway. He closed the door. He was more interested in finding the dining room where he suspected the mysterious person who had cooked the steaks had went. Try as he might to tread quietly, the softness of his footsteps was betrayed by the old, creaking floorboards. He cringed slightly as one board gave a particularly loud creak. A few more steps (with much softer creaks than the previous) and he was at the door he believed to be the dining room.

He turned off his flashlight, not wanting to accidentally shine it in the person's face should they be just in front of the door. Finn opened the door and peered into the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. Beautiful-- at least in his mind-- lanterns lit the room, giving it a warm, friendly glow. It felt as if he had stepped back in time. The large table, with its elegant table cloth added to the beauty. Though the chandelier was not lit, the lanterns that were illuminated a painting on the ceiling. It showed swirling vines and flowers and he could only guess as to how long it had taken someone to paint it.

Preoccupied with the room itself, he did not notice the figure of another man standing on the to his left of him, at the other end of the room. Finn noticed the steaks on the table. Five plates of steak? Had he crashed a dinner party? Feeling bad, he decided it would be best to take a few quick pictures before leaving this room. He lifted his camera from its position over his stomach and turned it on. Making sure the settings would allow for maximum clarity, he moved and took a picture of a lantern only a couple of feet from the door he had been standing in. He took a few more from different angles just for good measure, before turning to take a picture of the table cloth.

As he turned, his eyes now well adjusted to the light, he noticed the man on the other side of the room. Finn froze, hoping that the other wasn't armed or extremely angry with him. "Hi," he began awkwardly, keeping his eyes on the other figure. "Do you live here? I thought this place was abandoned so I didn't think I'd be disturbing anyone. I can leave if you want me to, but it's storming pretty hard outside." Without looking, he turned off his camera and let it hang from his neck again. He didn't want to give this individual any more reason to possibly hurt him. The scent of the steak filled his nostrils and his stomach couldn't help but growl. As a someone who loved to cook, he naturally loved food.

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"I really don't find this inspiring."

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I see...I will check up on sparkle then. You can post in a day if he/she does not get back to me. Thanks for telling me whats going on as well.

Anyways, I did send a PM to sparkle however it seems he/she was last seen on the 14'th. We shall see if Sparkle gets back but he/she may be busy so we can skip him/her when the next day arrives with no reply.

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I'll try to get a post up tomorrow but I'm in the middle of a move and i'm one computer short

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I can post if you would like. I was going to wait until sparkle or lost posted so it wasn't so close to my last post.

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Things have stopped! I shall unleash the PM's soon!

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Sparkle you wanna go first or should I?

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Don't worry Lost. Got my post up and it's looking like everyone except me and Specmarine is free to post right now.

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FLIGHT TO TEXAS A SUCCESS. Won't be able to post till tomorrow night or monday,depends on family. Hope I'm not holding anyone up. Tired af gonna hit the sack. Night.``

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I had no specific layout in mind, in fact I totally wanted the people to plan out the manor with each other *COUGH*Totally did not expect you all to come up with all these cool manor designs*COUGH* so...yeah...um...have fun with all the imagination!

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Posted! I'm not sure if you had a specific layout in mind for the Manor, but I figured it would have servants' quarters for the sake of keeping up appearances and that they would be close to the kitchen.

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I do not mind at all, there has to be wi-fi located in the manor because how else would I like my computer? And it would be pretty suspicious if the entire manor had a wi-fi signal. Anyways, gonna wait till Slightly posts then get the story moving.

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Mira would notice that immediately so we can have her notice and confront her! xD .... as long as the thunder stops lel I love that I totally mess with my characters... is that bad? xD

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Posted! I was considering having Katie find Frank and Mira and overhear their conversation, but that would clear up her misconceptions about them far too quickly to be entertaining since they've both just stated they're not gangsters who live here ;)

Maybe we can either meet up in the dining room or someone can spot Katie's lame attempts at 'stealth' as she starts to tail them... :)

Also, specmarine, I hope you don't mind the liberties I've taken re signal and wi-fi. I always think it adds more haunted house vibe to have no way to call for help to the outside world, but if you want me to edit it that's fine, or explain what Katie has seen in a subsequent post

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Welcome to the team SlightlyInsane!

And as for the "aspiring singer" I could not tell if she was either 'yelping' or practicing her singing....hmmm...I may never know...

Anyways...We now have 6 people(Currently 5 since Xander seems to have not been active on the sire but he/she has visited the site recently) This is slowly turning into a party. PARTY TIME!

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Well Mira being a singer *proud hair flip* her voice carries well so Kate could here her 'yelp' which honestly sounds more like a scream in my head xD

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I imagine Kate would be close enough to hear them at this point since she's close by if you want to use that as a lead to bring her in, though I imagine if either Mira or Frank investigates the smell they are likely to run into her as well.

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Also, I'm thinking that Kate and Mirabelle are probably fairly nearby, if/should you wish to have your character run into her :)

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Yup, not least given that Kate thinks she's walking into a gangster hideout or meth lab setup or something - and that everyone but her is therefore obviously a criminal ;)

In other news, I'm having temperamental internet due to a corroded connection. We've got an engineer coming tomorrow, but just wanted to give you a heads-up that I might have posting issues - connection died just as I had nearly finished the post and I had to set up my mobile as a wifi hotspot just to post tonight >:(

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xD criminal and law student in the same house, I can dig it

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Welcome aboard sparkle! You have been accepted! Also loving that character, that entire research paper was well made. Someone certainly did their research on a strange manor.

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Hi! I got crazy inspired and submitted a character concept. Feel free to love or not as you please :)