<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRcdjGB5jA/VXZ4XyZP-PI/AAAAAAAAjIk/0oeeSeSrMuE/s1600/Erin%2BHeatherton.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong>Fern Kelly, Celebutante\Charity Work<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late Afternoon, Day 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jiovanni Pavone<br/><hr/><br/>Fern had a broad smile across her face as she drove down the small roads that lead to Ironstaff Manor, it wasn't that she was particularly looking forward to what might happen this weekend but at least for now she had the top down, the music up and the wind blowing through her hair and to top things off nobody was following her every move with a camera. In some ways the lack of camera lenses felt odd, it wasn't as if the gossip sites hadn't found out where she was heading this weekend so Fern expected to have to dodge at least one motorbike with a camera on it but everything had been unusually quiet. As far as the rest of the world was concerned Fern was heading to Ironstaff Manor to meet it's somewhat reclusive owner Mr Temple, in an effort to raise funds for the charities she was link to. However the truth was decidedly different, Mr Temple had come into the possession of a video that would end her career and she was here to discuss 'terms'.<br/><br/>Suddenly the car hit a big bump in the road that jolted the old Ford so hard that the passenger side glove box dropped open, spilling out it's contents onto the floor. Cursing out loud, Fern slowed down and then pulled over to the side of the road. Reaching down into the foot well Fern retrieved the contents of the glove box and wedged the firmly back where they came, making doubly sure that the revolver couldn't possibly come loose a second time, another jolt like that and the gun could have gone off and who knows what could have happened?<br/><br/>A short while later Fern made it through the gates of Ironstaff Manor and saw a man standing in the courtyard wearing an exquisitely tailored topcoat, the face was familiar but for some reason she couldn't put a name to it. Fern pulled up just behind the man's rather showy car, it seemed like he was another one of Mr. Temple's guests or was there something else at work here? Fern decided to stay in her car for a minute, while tried to place the man's face and just to see what would happen next.