[Post written by<a class="username" data-user-id="6723" data-username="@Umrah" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6723/">@Umrah</a>]<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Darling Estate</i>​</div><br/>He stood before the window overlooking the inner courtyard of the rather impressive homestead, castle would perhaps be more accurate, the Darling family home perched high upon a winding hill, the ocean to one side, endless rolling hills until one came upon a bustling metropolis not an hour away. He slid his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture, thick mist hanging within the family grounds whilst across from him a singular window frame glowed an eerie orange.<br/><br/>The large lardy man behind him, his body wrapped into a pompous suit he may, or more likely may not have fit twenty years back, the buttons pressed tight, almost on the verge of popping if the man shifted too much. He could feel the man's gaze stare into the back of his skull as his question remained unanswered.<br/><br/>"Well? What say you?" The man blubbered, his fat cheeks and lips, together with the coming of old age causing a specific slur to his words.<br/><br/>"Keep her safe? Make sure she causes no trouble to the family? Seems someone less qualified would be capable of this feat." James answered, his gaze still locked onto the window, the room his employer had pointed out to hold his quarry.<br/><br/>"Look, I warn you, do not underestimate Wendy, she's caused me and this family alot of pain and shame mind you! We need her to return to her normal station within this family, with her brothers and sisters missing or dead, she's the last of my family legacy. I'll be damned if my brother gets his greedy fingers on any of it!" The man explained, the sheer mention of his brother causing him to shift, with a great deal of trouble, within his chair.<br/><br/>James looked at his phone, the little preview the screen would show just before it slipped away, for a moment, just a fraction of a second he swore he could see a face in the mist… yet as he looked closer, it turned out to be nothing, nothing but grey swirls, an orange light and a black silhouette standing at the other window, would she too see his frame within the glow of this room?<br/><br/>After a long pause James finally answered, his tone sharp and rather serious.<br/><br/>"I'd like to meet her first…." He answered with a small smile tugging at his lips.<br/><br/><i>This was going to be a job that would set him up for life.</i>