Aleister stands out side the old house (Pic at the bottom) that he just inherited from his grandparents. It was old and run-down like noone had live in it for a long time and it was on a hill on the outskirts of town.<span style="font-style: italic">With some sprucing up, it will look good</span>he thinks.<span style="font-style: italic">Indeed it will. Nah, you should so leave it the way it is. Nah, you should so spray paint it with graffti. You should set it on fire...it's too old.</span>The voices of his other personalities said to him in his head. He rolls his eyes. He and his buttler James were waiting on the movers to come. "The movers are here sir," James says. Aleister nods and lets them in. Inside was dusty and covered with cobwebs, some of the furntature that had been left behind were covered over with sheets. He runs his fingers over the bannister of the stairs, you could see the trail his finger left. "Which room are you staying in sir?" James asks. "I guess I will take the attic," he says as James nods and tells the men to go up the stairs.<br/><br/>Once he was settled in, he unpacked his stuff.<span style="font-style: italic">Aleister lets go out. No let's stay here. No lets go out and scare people!</span>Then his personalities began to argue. Aleister rolls his eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm going out, but not to scare people</span>He thinks as he goes down the stairs. He tells James where he is going and heads down the hill. As he walks into town, people begin to stare and gawk at him as if he were a side-show freak. "Look at him, he's dressed as if he just came out of a horror moive," A girl whispers to her freind. Her friend nods, "Yeah and has he ever heard of the sun or a tanning bed?" She says and they both begin to laugh.<br/><br/>Aleister rolls his eyes, he could tell right away that he was going to hate this town.<span style="font-style: italic">Why do we have to stay here? Yeah, why? These people are idiots! We should leave.</span>His personalities began to aruge with him on staying. He sighs and shakes his head as he continues to walk. He igorned the people and sat down on a bench. He pulls out a sketch pad that he had in a bag that was with him and continues a drawing that he had started earlier. He then notices presence and ignores it. He didn't care what this person that was now standing next to him had to say, he just wanted to left alone.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff187/OXEsSeNceXO/1_-Old-House-on-Bunker-Hill.jpg">[ img ]</a>