Post by Jade Victtoria on Mar 7, 2007 20:00:53 GMT -5
The building is extremely old with large spacious rooms, it was once a boarding house in the 1800s. Much of the antique furnishings still fill the place leaving ghosts of the parties that went on there when it was new; some nights if you listen closely, you'll swear you can hear laughter and music emanating from the second-floor ballroom. But there are no more grand balls or dinners and only two occupy the monstrous Victorian castle. The front parlor holds a black grand piano , not a key out of tune, along with a few chairs. The dining room's just a long rectangle of a room with a long mahogany table in the center of it and tapestries on the walls and lots of dead space. Following that there's a gorgeous bathroom full of glass and crystal, and another parlor very similar to the first one I described to you. Up the beautiful marble staircase is where the home's best features really are. Three bedrooms decored in varying shades of black and red. A stained glass window of the virgin Mary at the end of the hallway where the bedrooms are remains the only religious icon n the house because it's the only one that it's new owner, Torn, could not remove, it casts comforting blue and red light across the old oak walls. The ballroom also resides on the second floor with a great chandelier in the center of it and an intricate painting of cherubs on the ceiling (this wasn't painted over because Torn's daughter Jade wouldn't let him touch the exquisite artwork throughout the house) the floor is a wash of colors in intricate patterns that one's eye can hardly follow. Two balconies issue from the east side of the room and look down on the old orchards that have been kept up. The library is just across from the ballroom and connected to Jade's study where her computer sits on her cluttered desk among the scattered heretic volumes she often falls asleep over. A few plush, bulky, Gothic Victorian chairs and matching tables fill the library, these tables also are covered in stack of open and closed books mostly on varying religions and cults. The attic stairs pull down and lead into a world of old relics and scattered letters. A box in the corner holds nothing but letters, poems, news clippings, etc. There are trunks full of old clothes and jewelry and furniture some of which has been moved to various parts of the house. This place is home to the ghost of old. It reeks of the past and feels like a place where quiet secrets lay waiting to be found. A single window looks down on the large back garden containing any flower you could imagine as well as some cherry trees and a single towering oak with a swing on it in the center of the yard. And there's the perfect little window seat for reading overlooking the view.
"This is where I spend most of my time" a young girl of about sixteen with long raven hair and almost florescent looking green eyes blinked up at you out of an abnormally pale face from the window seat putting down a thick leather bound book "Me and my best friend, Axel. My father of sorts inherited this house a few years ago, you might find that we're rather strange but that's for abother time." you notice that while a smile graces her lips it doesn't reach her eyes in fact they look rather sad "For now you're free to wander if you like, the garden's quite nice or the library if you prefer reading. Sorry if it's a bit of a mess, I do a lot of studying there." she explained her smile still locked in place though she longed to let it fade and release the screams she always held inside. But there was no way she was going to even hint to this stranger what she was or even worse what she dealt with because of it...that was her burden to bear and no one else's, not even Axel. "But whatever you do don't pull back any of the curtains and don't go down the hall with the stained glass window at the end." She cautioned her voice suddenly becoming somber, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes so quiclkly you aren't sure it was even really there.
"This is where I spend most of my time" a young girl of about sixteen with long raven hair and almost florescent looking green eyes blinked up at you out of an abnormally pale face from the window seat putting down a thick leather bound book "Me and my best friend, Axel. My father of sorts inherited this house a few years ago, you might find that we're rather strange but that's for abother time." you notice that while a smile graces her lips it doesn't reach her eyes in fact they look rather sad "For now you're free to wander if you like, the garden's quite nice or the library if you prefer reading. Sorry if it's a bit of a mess, I do a lot of studying there." she explained her smile still locked in place though she longed to let it fade and release the screams she always held inside. But there was no way she was going to even hint to this stranger what she was or even worse what she dealt with because of it...that was her burden to bear and no one else's, not even Axel. "But whatever you do don't pull back any of the curtains and don't go down the hall with the stained glass window at the end." She cautioned her voice suddenly becoming somber, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes so quiclkly you aren't sure it was even really there.