The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: MrDiamondBackJack on September 05, 2010, 10:28:47 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 05, 2010, 10:28:47 pm</strong>
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				Henry's Point was bustling with tourists.&nbsp; They were walking on the board walk, trampling the beaches and paired to climb up into the inactive lighthouse.&nbsp; Every summer it was like this.&nbsp; The quiet little town on Lake Michigan became awash with the masses. <br><br>They spent money in Mary's Lighthouse Cafe and Annabel’s Antique Barn.&nbsp; They bought up ice cream and souvenirs.&nbsp; They fed the town, like a bear eating his summer away, in preparation for hibernation.<br><br>It was not all positive though.&nbsp; Their clothing inadequately covered their often flabby bodies, as if they were in Florida, instead of a small Midwestern town.&nbsp; They snapped pictures of everything and trampled across lawns as if they had a right to do so.&nbsp; They treated locals like their personal servants and assumed that anything and everything was for sale.<br><br>Henry's Point was founded one hundred and twenty years ago by Henry Sallade.&nbsp; He was shipping magnet who funded the lighthouse's construction.&nbsp; He brought in the businesses, built warehouses and affordable housing.&nbsp; His family ruled the town for nearly eight years, with different members taking turns as the mayor.&nbsp; The Sallades were gone now, as was the shipping industry, but the town remained.&nbsp; Fishing boats still came to its shores, giving the local economy a steady blood flow.&nbsp; In the summer the tourists made up for the short falls of life.<br><br>On the edge of town, on a cliff overlooking Lake Michigan, stood The Rose Cottage.&nbsp; It was a quaint Victorian house that had once belonged to Henry's Sallade's youngest daughter.&nbsp; She had never been married, and had lived in it until she died.&nbsp; For years it stood vacant, until Edna and Darien Marsh bought it.<br><br>The brother and sister had been in their thirties when they bought the house, but they were now in their fifties. Their intent was to open a bed and breakfast. They had repainted the outside a cheery rose color with white and baby blue accents.&nbsp; They had put stain glass windows into each of the two gables.&nbsp; The interior they had restored to its Victorian splendor.&nbsp; They had the wall lamps rebuild with modern engineering, without taking away their antique aesthetic.<br><br>On July second Edna and Darien sat on their porch waiting.&nbsp; There were supposed to be some visitors coming to day.&nbsp; Darien sat on the white railing, looking toward the town.&nbsp; He was a thin, weathered man in his middle fifties.&nbsp; His handsome face had been exposed to more than twenty years of going out in his father's fishing boat.&nbsp; His muscles were long and lean, from heavy work with the nets.&nbsp; Today he was wearing his favorite red knit sweater and an old pair of blue jeans.&nbsp; A Bass Master cap was set low on his head and the bill was creased and tattered.<br><br>His sister, Edna, sat in a rocking chair, holding their tabby cat Marshmallow.&nbsp; She was a fine figure of a woman with a plump breast, wide hips and a narrow waist.&nbsp; Her silver streaked brown hair was pulled back to the nape of her neck and curled into a neat bun.&nbsp; Wire rimmed glasses showcased her pale blue eyes.&nbsp; Her face was pleasant and rounded, with full pink lips.&nbsp; Today she was wearing a white peasant blouse and a long brown skirt.&nbsp; Her nimble fingers combed the cat out, as it preened for her.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Any out-of-character chat goes at the end of your post.&nbsp; Please don't put it at the beginning.&nbsp; Please put OOC: before you start and keep it as limited as you can.&nbsp; Please do NOT post any posts which are ONLY OOC.<br><br>This is a free thread, so jump in!&nbsp; It is a small town soap opera and a free form social gaming thread.&nbsp; It depends upon the players to get involved and have fun, though I will be throwing things in and keeping things moving.&nbsp; There can be witches, ghosts, vampires, goblins, freshwater mermaids and any other things you feel like throwing in, except for mimes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 11, 2010, 11:39:06 pm</strong>
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				An old pickup truck slowed down at the base of the road leading up to the Rose Cottage. The truck's color was a faint memory underneath the rust that ate away at its body. The old farmer waited just long enough for the young man to hop out of the back with his bag before pushing the gas pedal again. The cloud of dust made the young man cough and cover his face with his elbow until the dust cloud settled. Slinging his pack over his shoulder, he tramped up the hill.<br><br>Somehow, when he was in town, he had managed to offend just about everyone. Lord knows how since he had been polite in his requests for shelter and food. Perhaps it was because he failed to mention that he was willing to pay for those things but that was water under the bridge. The old farmer who had just left had told the young man about the new bed and breakfast being opened up. Desperate for a quiet place to rest, he asked the farmer if he could take the young man there. That was how Arthur Westmoreland found himself trudging up the road to the Rose Cottage. Finally, the cottage came into view and not many minutes later, he was standing at the foot of the steps looking up at the couple who were most likely the owners.<br><br>"Sir, Ma'am, my name is Arthur Westmoreland," Arthur began. "Do you have a spare room for a man down on his luck? I can pay some but I would prefer to do some work around the place for you in exchange."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage (Open to All- Small Town Supernatural Soap)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2010, 07:31:51 am</strong>
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				Darien watched as the young man exited Peter White's old scrap heap of a truck and started trudging toward their porch.&nbsp; Damn old fool was sending another stray their way.&nbsp; Peter knew that his sister was a softy for strays and would most likely take the boy in.&nbsp; More than one lost dog and cat had ended up with them.&nbsp; It had only been a year since the death of their last lost stray, a scruffy little terrier Edna had named Frankie.&nbsp; He had just called it Fart Monster, because that was what the ugly little cuss was.&nbsp; Of course, he had taken the dog fishing with him, scratched his belly and let him sleep on his feet, but that was only because it wasn't the critter's fault that he was a stupid smelly little mutt.<br><br>Edna stirred beside him, reaching a hand out to touch his arm, before he could respond to the young man.&nbsp; "Be nice Darien.&nbsp; It's only Christian charity and Lord knows that the boy could use so food on his bones before he heads off again.&nbsp; There's a lot of landscaping still to do and your not getting any younger."&nbsp; Her eyes twinkled as she stared down at the young man.&nbsp; It had been awhile since she had a chance to care of someone and this was someone in need.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Thank you for joining.&nbsp; We'll have to see if anyone else joins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2010, 07:48:30 pm</strong>
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				"Thank you, ma'am. To be honest, you'll find it very difficult to put meat on these bones," Arthur said to the lady. "Please don't be offended if I don't gain any weight. Seems the only time I ever did was when I was strapped down to a hospital bed and forced fed for a solid week."<br><br>Arthur smiled slightly at the two older people. He wasn't going to bless his luck just yet. Words meant nothing to him unless they were backed up with action. That was what his father had taught him the hard way. Slowly, he sat down on the top step and waited for his hosts to decide what to do first with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 12, 2010, 10:24:27 pm</strong>
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				Darien pushed his cap back and scratched his thick graying hair.&nbsp; "I suppose so.&nbsp; I'll give you a catch mister.&nbsp; Bring your bag and come on up.&nbsp; I'm sure Edna's gonna want to settle and feed you, before I get any work out of ya."&nbsp; He stared at the younger man with his weathered face, checking him over again, just to be sure.<br><br>Edna got up, setting her cat on the porch floor, and opened the front door.&nbsp; She was beaming.&nbsp; "Well come along!&nbsp; We'll get you settled and away from Mr. Grumps over there.&nbsp; She waited for the young man to come up the stairs and follow her.<br><br>In the distance a RV Camper coming down the road.&nbsp; She stared out at it and wondered if it was their paying guests.&nbsp; <br><br>OOC:&nbsp; I put up an advertisement, so we will see if we get any more players.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 06:34:50 am</strong>
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				A young woman could be seen walking up the road to the cottage. Her pace was steady but leisurely, she was determined not to break a sweat. She apparently had missed a ride by only a few minutes and she was quite sure that she could have have appealed to the old man's sensibilities but the locals had kept giving her the run around and no one else was willing to assist at the moment. She didn't have time to wait for another person to take pity on her, she really needed to get some rest. She adjusted her clothing as she drew near to the cottage, keenly aware that her clothing was out of date. The woman at the counter in Annabel's had told her that she looked to have shopped in a high falutin vintage store. She frowned. <em>I like my lace and velvet, I don't understand why they have fallen so out of fashion in these times.</em> Ah well, she would have to make the best of it.<br><br>She smoothed her blonde hair as she approached the porch. Her waist length braid was mostly still intact but a few wisps had broked free around her temple and she wanted to make a better first impression than she had back in town. She was fairly sure the older couple were the owners, was the young man related to them perhaps? Or was he the reason she had just missed a ride? She smiled softly at all three, not knowing specifically who to address.<br><br>"Good day everyone" she said with a curtsey. "I was told back in town that I might find a room here" She looked each in the eyes in turn as she spoke. "Unfortunately, I do not have the right amount of currency to purchase goods here. I have very little of your <em>good ole american u s dollars</em> but I have have old and foreign currency being kept at the bank in town if you know of someone who could give a fair exchange?" She shook her head. "The bank said they would keep my things safe but that they did not have the ability to exchange the coins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 09:26:06 am</strong>
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				Arthur followed the old woman up the stairs. He chuckled as he thought of all the bad horror shows that started like this. City folk come to a rural town, find a place to stay in an out of the way building and during the night someone begins killing them, one by one, in the most horrifying ways. That thought ran out as he got to the top landing. Smiling at his host, he went into the room she indicated and set his bag down.<br><br>"Thank you, ma'am," he said softly. "If you don't mind, I need to lay down for a bit. Being broke is tiring work. I'll be happy to get to those chores in an hour, if that is alright with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 12:32:02 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3635939#msg3635939">Quote from: LadyMarisa on September 15, 2010, 06:34:50 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A young woman could be seen walking up the road to the cottage. Her pace was steady but leisurely, she was determined not to break a sweat. She apparently had missed a ride by only a few minutes and she was quite sure that she could have have appealed to the old man's sensibilities but the locals had kept giving her the run around and no one else was willing to assist at the moment. She didn't have time to wait for another person to take pity on her, she really needed to get some rest. She adjusted her clothing as she drew near to the cottage, keenly aware that her clothing was out of date. The woman at the counter in Annabel's had told her that she looked to have shopped in a high falutin vintage store. She frowned. <em>I like my lace and velvet, I don't understand why they have fallen so out of fashion in these times.</em> Ah well, she would have to make the best of it.<br><br>She smoothed her blonde hair as she approached the porch. Her waist length braid was mostly still intact but a few wisps had broked free around her temple and she wanted to make a better first impression than she had back in town. She was fairly sure the older couple were the owners, was the young man related to them perhaps? Or was he the reason she had just missed a ride? She smiled softly at all three, not knowing specifically who to address.<br><br>"Good day everyone" she said with a curtsey. "I was told back in town that I might find a room here" She looked each in the eyes in turn as she spoke. "Unfortunately, I do not have the right amount of currency to purchase goods here. I have very little of your <em>good ole american u s dollars</em> but I have have old and foreign currency being kept at the bank in town if you know of someone who could give a fair exchange?" She shook her head. "The bank said they would keep my things safe but that they did not have the ability to exchange the coins."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darien peered at the young woman from under the bill of his cap.&nbsp; She spoke with some sort of accent, but he wasn't sure what it was.&nbsp; Where ever she was from, she was another walking mouth, showing up on opening day, without a reservation and without the immediate means to support herself.&nbsp; Besides that, she dressed peculiarly, like she was in an old time photo.<br><br>There were a lot of peculiar things about this town, from ghost sightings, to UFO photography, to mysterious disappearances.&nbsp; This one looked the part on of the town ghosts, except she had to much color.&nbsp; His gut told him to send her away before his sister spotted her.&nbsp; Lord only knew that he hadn't retired from fishing to give out free rooms.&nbsp; Still, she might be an angel unawares.&nbsp; It was mighty hard to tell in these parts.<br><br>"Come on up and sit a spell.&nbsp; I expect me sister will be back before long.&nbsp; You can ask her."&nbsp; He pointed at the empty chair, under which the spurned cat crouched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 12:44:05 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3636288#msg3636288">Quote from: dragonsen on September 15, 2010, 09:26:06 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Arthur followed the old woman up the stairs. He chuckled as he thought of all the bad horror shows that started like this. City folk come to a rural town, find a place to stay in an out of the way building and during the night someone begins killing them, one by one, in the most horrifying ways. That thought ran out as he got to the top landing. Smiling at his host, he went into the room she indicated and set his bag down.<br><br>"Thank you, ma'am," he said softly. "If you don't mind, I need to lay down for a bit. Being broke is tiring work. I'll be happy to get to those chores in an hour, if that is alright with you."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She lead the young man through a tidy oak paneled entry hall, into the front hall of the house.&nbsp; A rounded stairway snaked along one wall, ending in a landing that covered the length of the room.&nbsp; The walls of the hall were covered with a white and tan patterned wallpaper depicting hunting scenes.&nbsp; Three framed entry ways led off into the rest of the house.&nbsp; A gold framed painting hung on one wall.&nbsp; It was a portrait of a properly turn out woman of advancing years, dressed in the height of late Victorian fashion.&nbsp; Her face was lined and pinched, with stern brown eyes.<br><br>"Well come through young man.&nbsp; What did you say your name was?"&nbsp; The hostess paused in the hallway to let him admire it.&nbsp; She and her brother had spent a year lovingly restoring it.<br>[/color]<br>OOC:&nbsp; Things are picking up.&nbsp; Please excuse any errors in this and my last post.&nbsp; I wrote them on my mobile phone.&nbsp; I will edit any mistakes at a later time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 04:10:20 pm</strong>
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				She smiled softly at the dubious look he was giving her but at least he had not been curt with her from the start. That itself was promising. "Thank you, kind sir"&nbsp; She folded her skirt about her legs and perched herself on the edge of the chair. "I certainly don't mean to impose on you and your sister. I can pay for my keep, if only I can find someone with the means and the proper character to exchange my old currency for what is used around here." She thought perhaps if she engaged the man in conversation she might win him over. "Your establishment is verily the picture of loveliness, you and your sister must take pride in what you have built here, am I correct?."<br><br><br><br>OOC - Sorry about missing her having invited the other character inside. Don't know where my mind was this morning. :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 09:21:11 pm</strong>
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				"Arthur Westmore, ma'am," he said softly. However, his gaze was not on her but the beautiful painting in the hall. He couldn't stop staring at it. Unconsciously, he stepped forward until his hand was almost touching the canvas. His hand stopped just before he did damage to the painting. Finally his wandering had brought him someplace that would inspire his muse.&nbsp; With a gulp he stepped back and tucked his hands in his pockets.<br><br>"Beautiful, simply beautiful," Arthur breathed out. "What is the story behind this painting, if I may ask? I hope you will forgive me if you find me just standing here at odd hours and for long lengths of time. I'm a painter and I've been looking for a place to stay while I paint."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 10:48:01 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3637741#msg3637741">Quote from: LadyMarisa on September 15, 2010, 04:10:20 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She smiled softly at the dubious look he was giving her but at least he had not been curt with her from the start. That itself was promising. "Thank you, kind sir"&nbsp; She folded her skirt about her legs and perched herself on the edge of the chair. "I certainly don't mean to impose on you and your sister. I can pay for my keep, if only I can find someone with the means and the proper character to exchange my old currency for what is used around here." She thought perhaps if she engaged the man in conversation she might win him over. "Your establishment is verily the picture of loveliness, you and your sister must take pride in what you have built here, am I correct?."<br><br>OOC - Sorry about missing her having invited the other character inside. Don't know where my mind was this morning. :P<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darien smirked for a second.&nbsp; The girl sure talked pretty.&nbsp; "I'm just the muscle hon.&nbsp; If you want to discuss vision and such, talk with my sis.&nbsp; She told me we was openin' this place and that I was to old for fishin'.&nbsp; Can't say as she was wrong, but I miss bein' out there.&nbsp; Sittin' on land, starin' at it ain't nearly the same."&nbsp; He leaned back in his chair, so he could see her from under the bill of his hat.&nbsp; Sure, he could have moved it back a bit, but he had his principles.<br><br>"So where you from anyway?&nbsp; Not here I guessin'."<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; No worries, though I was not trying to keep characters apart.&nbsp; I am still working out what his "accent" would be, so bare with me if it shifts a bit over time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 10:59:27 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3638881#msg3638881">Quote from: dragonsen on September 15, 2010, 09:21:11 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Arthur Westmore, ma'am," he said softly. However, his gaze was not on her but the beautiful painting in the hall. He couldn't stop staring at it. Unconsciously, he stepped forward until his hand was almost touching the canvas. His hand stopped just before he did damage to the painting. Finally his wandering had brought him someplace that would inspire his muse.&nbsp; With a gulp he stepped back and tucked his hands in his pockets.<br><br>"Beautiful, simply beautiful," Arthur breathed out. "What is the story behind this painting, if I may ask? I hope you will forgive me if you find me just standing here at odd hours and for long lengths of time. I'm a painter and I've been looking for a place to stay while I paint."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well if your a painter, I do have some work you can do.&nbsp; We are still refurbishing the kitchen and the utility room and they will need a new coat of paint."&nbsp; She patted his arm.&nbsp; "Now as to this painting, I'm not sure I really know all that much. It was hanging in the front parlor when we bought the place twenty years ago.&nbsp; There's some writing on the back says as its of Katherine Sallade.&nbsp; She was old Henry Sallade's younger sister.&nbsp; They was the family that founded Henry's Point you know.&nbsp; Everyone knows that she wasn't right in the head, always visiting the lake shore in the middle of the night and meeting some mysterious man, who wasn't even her husband!&nbsp; With behavior like that, its know wonder that she was drowned.<br><br>They told us that the house sat empty for twenty five years before we bought it too!&nbsp; Every few years, they would air out the place and try to put it on the market, but no one wanted it on account of her ghost!&nbsp; It's haunted you know.&nbsp; That's what made me think of using it for a bed and breakfast!&nbsp; Six month ago there was a program on popular haunted inns, and here we were sitting on a haunted gold mine!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 11:29:16 pm</strong>
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				Arthur continued to stare at the painting as he listened to the old woman's tale. He wasn't paying a lot of attention but just enough so he wouldn't appear rude. At the mention of ghosts though, he smiled a half smile. There was always an explanation, he thought to himself. Personally, he didn't believe in ghosts and he highly doubted that his stay here was going to change that. As his hostess finish her story, he realized that he didn't know her name yet.<br><br>"An intriguing tale, to say the least," he said courteously. "I must confess that I do not your name, ma'am. Have you seen her ghost since you bought this house? Any ideas on the man she was meeting? Mysteries want to be solved and solving them helps me pass the time while my muse is absent."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 15, 2010, 11:29:59 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3639299#msg3639299">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 15, 2010, 10:48:01 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darien smirked for a second.&nbsp; The girl sure talked pretty.&nbsp; "I'm just the muscle hon.&nbsp; If you want to discuss vision and such, talk with my sis.&nbsp; She told me we was openin' this place and that I was to old for fishin'.&nbsp; Can't say as she was wrong, but I miss bein' out there.&nbsp; Sittin' on land, starin' at it ain't nearly the same."&nbsp; He leaned back in his chair, so he could see her from under the bill of his hat.&nbsp; Sure, he could have moved it back a bit, but he had his principles.<br><br>"So where you from anyway?&nbsp; Not here I guessin'."<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; No worries, though I was not trying to keep characters apart.&nbsp; I am still working out what his "accent" would be, so bare with me if it shifts a bit over time.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She nodded. "Please forgive my discourtesy. I am tired from my travels but that does not excuse my manners. "Morgayne O'Shannon and I hail from Ireland, Kilkenny to be precise." She moved slightly like she was about to offer he hand but as he was leaning back, she folded her hands in her lap. "Being the muscle behind something is nothing to sneeze at. Vision is important but it is naught but a dream without the skills to bring it forth." She grinned. "The great castles did not build themselves."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 17, 2010, 06:00:31 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3639528#msg3639528">Quote from: dragonsen on September 15, 2010, 11:29:16 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"An intriguing tale, to say the least," he said courteously. "I must confess that I do not your name, ma'am. Have you seen her ghost since you bought this house? Any ideas on the man she was meeting? Mysteries want to be solved and solving them helps me pass the time while my muse is absent."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The woman put a hand to her mouth.&nbsp; "Oh were are my manners!&nbsp; I'm Miss Edna Marsh, but please call me Edna."&nbsp; Despite being in her fifties, and probably thirty years the boy senior, she found herself blushing.&nbsp; You old fool, she thought.<br><br>"There will be time for the telling over tea, young man, but I need to get back to my brother.&nbsp; I am afraid that he is not up to receiving our guests on his own!"&nbsp; She gesture toward the entryway at the back of the hall.&nbsp; "Just go through there and turn right.&nbsp; There is a little room there which we are still working on a bit.&nbsp; I will knock when tea is served."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 17, 2010, 06:26:20 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3639536#msg3639536">Quote from: LadyMarisa on September 15, 2010, 11:29:59 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She grinned. "The great castles did not build themselves."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He pulled his cap off, by the bill and started to scratch at his thick gray scalp. She sure talked pretty enough, like a school teacher or a librarian.&nbsp; "Ah,&nbsp; well I don't know nothin' 'bout that.&nbsp; I just do as I'm told, sos she leave me be."&nbsp; He was feeling out of his depth.&nbsp; He had almost said that there was nothing wrong with his vision, but it wouldn't have been the gospel truth.&nbsp; He had his drug store reading glasses, for when he read the morning paper.<br><br>"Well. There good fishin' in that town you said your from, Kil....&nbsp; The town."&nbsp; Darien silently cursed his sister.&nbsp; She had told him all that he had to do was to greet the guests and then he could go back to his workshop.&nbsp; Here he was though, trying to talk with some pretty young gal from Kiltree.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 17, 2010, 09:11:01 pm</strong>
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				Arthur nodded at his host and reluctantly left the painting. He followed her directions and soon found the small room. It only took him moments to unpack. There was a small window so he spent some time just staring outside, not seeing anything but what his imagination inscribed in his thoughts. Shaking his head, he realized he needed some sleep. The bed wasn't all that great but it sure beat the cold ground. The young man stretched out on the mattress and soon was asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 18, 2010, 12:59:08 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3647092#msg3647092">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 17, 2010, 06:26:20 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He pulled his cap off, by the bill and started to scratch at his thick gray scalp. She sure talked pretty enough, like a school teacher or a librarian.&nbsp; "Ah,&nbsp; well I don't know nothin' 'bout that.&nbsp; I just do as I'm told, sos she leave me be."&nbsp; He was feeling out of his depth.&nbsp; He had almost said that there was nothing wrong with his vision, but it wouldn't have been the gospel truth.&nbsp; He had his drug store reading glasses, for when he read the morning paper.<br><br>"Well. There good fishin' in that town you said your from, Kil....&nbsp; The town."&nbsp; Darien silently cursed his sister.&nbsp; She had told him all that he had to do was to greet the guests and then he could go back to his workshop.&nbsp; Here he was though, trying to talk with some pretty young gal from Kiltree.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Kilkenny. Yes, I'd imagine so though I couldn't say from personal experience. It's not really considered a womanly calling so I never learned how." She glanced away briefly. "If it's not too forward of me, may I ask why you must cut back on your fishing? It occurs to me that if your sister would prefer that you not do so alone, perhaps I could apprentice with you and help pay for my keep." "Until such time as we find someone reputable to exchange my money of course." She smiled at the seemingly bewildered man. "I do know how to clean a fish at the very least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 19, 2010, 03:34:37 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3649901#msg3649901">Quote from: LadyMarisa on September 18, 2010, 12:59:08 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I do know how to clean a fish at the very least."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, I..."&nbsp; He was surprised that she knew how to clean a fish and wanted to go out fishing.&nbsp; It was an odd notion.&nbsp; There were a few women fishing these waters, but it was mostly a man's work.&nbsp; Hell, most of it was done by big operations now, not little dinky boats like his.&nbsp; Still, the thought of sailing across the lake with a pretty little thing like her help some appeal.&nbsp; He already knew what his dear sister would say thought, as she often did.&nbsp; Sometimes he thought is name was Old Fool.<br><br>"Well, I don't rightly know.&nbsp; Let me think on it for awhile."&nbsp; Soon his sister rescued him.<br><br>--------<br><br>Two hours later, Edna knocked loudly on their young handyman's door.&nbsp; "Wake up!&nbsp; Tea is being served in five minutes!&nbsp; I made sloppy joes, because I know how you boys love to eat."&nbsp; She had tea by herself, since her brother thought it was a silly affectation.&nbsp; She did fine with a tin of butter cookies.&nbsp; Still, her mother had been from London, and raised her to run a proper household.&nbsp; It didn't matter where one was.&nbsp; One served tea at tea time.<br><br>The Irish girl had been settled in a room as well and she had promised to take her to town in the morning, to visit her friend Luke Bauman.&nbsp; He collected all sorts of antiques and odds and ends.&nbsp; He would treat the girl well, especially if he knew that she was watching him.&nbsp; Luke had been sweet on her for years.&nbsp; He was a handsome enough man with his high cheek bones, cleft chin and twinkling blue eyes, but he was ten years older than her.&nbsp; For most of their lives she had been like a younger sister to the daft idiot, but a few years ago he had decided to get frisky on her.&nbsp; Men were so fickle and changing.<br><br>In the parlor, Darien sitting uncomfortably an antique chair, with his cap removed.&nbsp; He had on his favorite gray sweater and a little black bow tie.&nbsp; His sister had insisted that he stick around for tea, for once, since he needed to get to know the lad if he was going to work for them.&nbsp; He had tried to tell her that men did not need to talk or mingle to get some work done.&nbsp; Hell, he had spent nearly thirty five years in blessed silence, fishing on the lake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 20, 2010, 07:19:59 am</strong>
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				Morgayne checked herself in the mirror one last time. A string of wooden beads spaced by dried flowers hunger over the top of the mirror. She had seen a girl wearing an outfit like this in town yesterday but she had long since lost her ability to accurately guess another persons age so she couldn't be sure this was entirely appropriate. Ah well, she would be judged by their reactions. Thin leather sandals, a pair of "designer" blue jeans and a t-shirt relflecting some popular musical band whos name she couldn't pronounce. She thought about leaving her hair unbound but it was too thick and long, it would not stay controlled. Pulled it back behind her head and clipped it with an ornamental piece, a fairy dragon clamping around the base of the ponytail.<br><br>Morgayne thought she heard tea being called out down the hall but she wasn't sure what these sloppy joes were. A new style of food she expected but she hoped it wouldn't be difficult to figure out how to properly eat. Cautiously, she poked her head out into the hallway to see who was calling and to be sure she heard correctly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 04:33:51 pm</strong>
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				Edna's knocking on the door still hadn't roused the young man, but the young lady was up and around.&nbsp; "Hello dear! Do come to the parlor for tea.&nbsp; A few more guests have arrived and I am sure they would welcome your company."<br><br>She gave the girl an a speculative look, from head to toe.&nbsp; "I did so like you other outfit dear, since it worked in with the time period we decorated in.&nbsp; You look young and healthy, but maybe tomorrow I could persuade you to change back.&nbsp; I was thinking about asking you to pose for a few pictures for our website!"<br><br>The Rose Cottage had been advertised on a few websites before, but her nephew Nathan had created a real website for them and was working on creating a virtual walk through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 06:01:58 pm</strong>
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				Arthur struggled out of his nap. He was more exhausted than usual so his sleep was deeper. The knocking woke him up but it took several minutes to be able to process the words that his hostess had said. Finally, he managed to get up and stumble to the door. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he made his way down to the parlor.<br><br>"I'm sorry about being late, ma'am," he said as he took a seat. "I guess I was more tired than I thought. Mmmm, sloppy joes. I haven't had any of those in a long time."<br><br>Belatedly, he looked around as he put three sloppy joes on his plate. There were some new faces so he figured he should introduce himself.<br><br>"Good afternoon," he told the others. "My name is Arthur Westmore."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2010, 11:19:20 pm</strong>
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				Edna moved around the room like a butterfly, flitting from guest to guest, introducing them, and serving tea.&nbsp; Her introductions included lots of statements like "near and dear to my heart" and "would you like another lump with that deary".<br><br>Besides Arthur and Morgayne, there were three others.&nbsp; Sitting nearest Arthur was a massive man with mutton chop sideburns and a tattoo of a wolf, running across the side of his thick neck.&nbsp; His head was bald, except for his side burns and a soul patch.&nbsp; He wore an ill-fitting gray suit which was threatening to rip apart at the shoulder.&nbsp; He was named Mr. Thomas Bradock and was visiting for the weekend, while he took some photos of the light house for a new calendar he was working on.<br><br>Beside him sat Mrs. Katherine Wright, who was also staying for the weekend.&nbsp; She was a rather short, somewhat rounded woman with pleasant dimples and librarian glasses.&nbsp; Her brown locks were pulled back into a simple pony tail.&nbsp; Her attire was a white summer dress with little pink flowers.&nbsp; It showed off her curves well, while hiding her faults.&nbsp; She looked like someone who usually smiled a lot, but she was not smiling now, and especially so at the last man, who was sitting next to Morgayne.<br><br>This man was Roberto Garcia, her boyfriend of some two months.&nbsp; They had finally decided it was time to go away together, for a weekend, but things were not going well apparently.&nbsp; He was a rather thin, bookish man with a mop of curly black hair and skin the color of heavily creamed coffee.&nbsp; With his hair and rounded glasses, he rather looked like a famous wizard of literature, if he had been Latino.&nbsp; He was wearing a pair of cut of jeans, ratty high top sneakers and a brown t-shirt with a storm trooper helmet on it, with crossed bones beneath it.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; It is late, or I would write more.&nbsp; Sorry if they are not actually speaking yet.&nbsp; I am off on Saturday.&nbsp; On Friday night, I will write out the legend of the picture, which Arthur asked about, since I will have the time to work on it.&nbsp; Take care folks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 04:22:16 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Ringing the bell to her bicycle, the short young woman was racing her way up towards the Rose Cottage. The quaint Bed &amp; Breakfast on the cliff was just opening today, here she was one of their few only employees... <em>late</em>. Though, she had good reason. Charlie was a strange girl, the town's folk described her as unnaturally kind, sweet, and a little bit spacey. Yes, she had her quirks and luckily wasn't completely ostracized for it. She was just always different, strange, weird, kooky... Any time anyone would talk about Charlie Banes a person could be astounded with the many different ways to say <em>odd</em>. Sometimes, the rumor mill started to speak ill of her. Talk of her speaking to no one or rooms becoming cold suddenly when she was near, but it was all just talk right?<br><br>What was the truth? Ever since Charlie was small, she had always been different. She and her mother could do and see things others couldn't, and it was prudent that they kept this to themselves. Ghosts always fascinated Charlie, some of her better childhood friends were among the dead. Her talents were seeing memories, ghosts, the future, and even the past. Ghosts were more her forte and took the least amount of effort, being able to hear and see, and be touched by the dead was not hard... What was hard was trying to ignore them. Seeing into the unseen like the future and past sometimes required a trigger, like an item that would be used or a person that was involved. She would never learn to control this and has long accepted it.<br><br>Charlie stood at an out standing 5 foot flat, she was short with a bottom heavy hourglass figure. Long dark blonde hair hung past her back was usually tied away in a singular or two braids. Today was singular braid, made it easier to ride on her bike without it swooping every where. Her eyes were round and doey, beautiful and gentle in a soft gray color. The strange young woman had a heart shape face, nicely manicured eye brows, long thick lashes, and full lips.<br><br>Bicycle helmet strapped securely around her head as she picked up her pace, on her back was a khaki colored book bag with a change of clothing and things she could use to freshen up. Charlie looked as though she had just finished working in the garden, her jeans were torn and stained with age and mud. The green colored sneakers on her feet looked as though it had seen better days and her shirt was a simple tee that was worn and faded with age. Before departing her home, she had made sure what stains she could clean off, where wiped away. So, though old, her clothes were slightly acceptable. <br><br>In the basket on the front of the bike were a load dried herbs and preserves she was supposed have brought two hours ago. Being the help around the Rose Cottage, Charlie's talents included cooking, helping out around the B&amp;B, cleaning, and gardening.<br><br>Just in time, she cleared the distance between herself and her place of work. Hopping off the red bicycle, she pushed it along the side and quickly locked it away in the shed where she told she would need to put it during her work hours. Book bag still on her back and the basket from her bike in hand, she circled around the house and found the spare key beneath a false potted plant.<br><br>So, there she was quietly making her way into the kitchen. Though in the middle of being refurbished, it was still functional. Settling the basket on the counter, Charlie let out a loud hiss. Which was where we now bring our attention to why Miss Bane was late, all along her right arm from the palm of her hand up to her elbow was a fresh and slightly bloodied gauze bandage. Throughout the ride up, Charlie was in a considerable amount of pain. Despite this, she trudged her way to work and refused to allow herself to have to take the day off. How she got hurt? Well, you'd have to ask her yourself.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><em> Hullo, I hope you don't mind me jumping in. &lt;3 If you do, I'll just disappear... &gt;&gt;; I'm not approved yet so I can't edit my posts, also if you like Charlie you can use her 'abilities' how you please, it's fine if you need a plot device. She's a witch, just doesn't really know how to do much of anything except garden and have a few natural talents. ( Seeing ghosts, seeing the future, and seeing the past.. etc ) </em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2010, 10:21:53 am</strong>
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				Arthur took a cup of tea and slowly sipped on it as he examined the others in the room. His artist eye was always looking for new things to paint. Unfortunately, no one in the sitting room attracted his eye in the slightest. Sighing, he wondered if he would ever find some place to inspire him to paint again. The last one to inspire him was his mother and now she was dead.<br><br>There I go again, he thought to himself. Thinking about death and the departed. No wonder you're too depressed to paint. Death is a part of life, you fool. Deal with it and move on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2010, 07:27:48 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3664548#msg3664548">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 21, 2010, 04:33:51 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ednaa's knocking on the door still hadn't roused the young man, but the young lady was up and around.&nbsp; "Hello dear! Do come to the parlor for tea.&nbsp; A few more guests have arrived and I am sure they would welcome your company."<br><br>She gave the girl an a speculative look, from head to toe.&nbsp; "I did so like you other outfit dear, since it worked in with the time period we decorated in.&nbsp; You look young and healthy, but maybe tomorrow I could persuade you to change back.&nbsp; I was thinking about asking you to pose for a few pictures for our website!"<br><br>The Rose Cottage had been advertised on a few websites before, but her nephew Nathan had created a real website for them and was working on creating a virtual walkthrough.<br><br>Ooc: as always posted on a mobile- fixes to come-&nbsp; I have time to kill in transit and fun to post when bore.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She blinked, quite surprised. "Odd then, you are the first to be pleased with my customary dress." she smiled happily at Edna. "I prefer my olden outfits as well and while I am here in the cottage I shall wear what is a comfort to me." "However, it seems to me that if I wish people in the town to look favorably upon me, it might do me good to present myself in a manner they are more accustomed to." She followed Edna downstairs and seated herself at the table.<br><br>She nodded politely to Arthur and the others present, idly wondering why the man had such a sour look on his face. He didn't seem inclined to talk so she engaged the person closest to her in some chatter while she observed the room.<br><br><br><br>OOC - sorry I was delayed in responding! Welcome Moony! =)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 23, 2010, 05:38:13 pm</strong>
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				Roberto smiled at the pretty blond who spoke with him.&nbsp; "Hi!&nbsp; I'm Roberto and this is Kathy."&nbsp; He had a cheerful look about him and seemed to have the ability to keep smiling, even when talking.&nbsp; His voice held only a trace of an accent, and it sounded more Portuguese than Spanish.<br><br>Kathy gave a brief wave, but looked withdrawn, and sent Roberto a resentful look, which seemed to blow right by him.<br><br>"Isn't it beautiful here?&nbsp; I could look out at the lake for hours.&nbsp; Have you tried sitting on the rocks and letting the waves hit you?"<br><br>---------------<br><br>On the other side of the room, the giant bald boulder of a man turned to Arthur and stuck out his plate sized paw.&nbsp; "Howdy there.&nbsp; I'm Tom.&nbsp; Pleased to meet you."&nbsp; His voice was a big as his body and one imagined he might sing bass in a barbershop quartet.<br><br>-------------------<br><br>Darien sat in the back of the room, trying not to be noticed.&nbsp; His sister was still buzzing about with her tea pot and probably getting ready to tell her damned ghost story again.&nbsp; He was a bit worried also.&nbsp; Charlie had not shown up.&nbsp; She was a bit odd, to be sure, but reliable.&nbsp; He never said much to here, but had taken a real shine to the girl and did not like when the towns folk gossiped about her.&nbsp; They were a bunch of old hens pecking at each other, to be sure.&nbsp; The girl scared him a little, to be honest, but she was an earnest little thing and had a padded comfortable look to her that even an old man could appreciate.<br><br>He stood up and walked to the kitchen, ignoring when his sister caught his sleeve.<br><br>As he entered the kitchen, he caught Charlie coming in and obviously in pain, with a big old bandage over her arm.&nbsp; "You alright there girl?"&nbsp; This was pretty expressive for Darien, who avoided useless words.&nbsp; The world was full of them, so he didn't see any point in adding more.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Moony, all are welcomed and you are most welcomed.&nbsp; I like "Charlie".&nbsp; Good luck on you approval.&nbsp; As always, mobile posting is my MO and I will fix my dyslexic/mobile driven mistakes later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 24, 2010, 03:41:11 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">" I fell, it doesn't hurt as much as it did a few hours ago. I went to the clinic to get patched up, I should be ok to work... I think." Her voice was soft and soothing to listen to, as she spoke people felt relax as though someone had been gently combing their hair or lightly touching their back. Bringing up her good hand, she gently moved flyway hairs from her face as she looked at the elder man for a moment with her large grey eyes.<br><br>Charlie paused looking down at her arm, she pondered it for a moment before looking up at him, " I fell on some glass while I was working on the greenhouse... Someone had thrown rocks at one of the panes," This was true and it was a sad fact, most of the time she had spent earlier today was cleaning the mess. What was the truth, was that she had been pushed onto the glass by an unseen force, it would just be easier to say she fell instead. "I tripped on one of the pots while I was cleaning up, I guess I was in such a hurry I didn't look where I was going." Charlie had a habit of finding many injuries on her body, most unexplainable and others were brushed off bits of bad luck. Luckily, the fits of 'bad luck' were fairly uncommon.<br><br>"Are the guests here already? I should go clean myself up and help..." Ah, her priorities were always elsewhere. Charlie was dedicated with her job, for as long as the rose Cottage had been in the sibling's ownership she had slowly formed a working friendship with the duo. She would come by and help with the refurbishment, bring flowers from her garden so they could bloom here, helped with groceries, and many other basic chores. " I brought a nicer set of clothes, I don't think Edna would appreciate my fresh from the garden look." She spoke with a kind smile.</span><br><br>OOC: Oh good, and hello everyone. :D
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 12:01:17 am</strong>
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				Arthur grasped the larger man's hand with his own. He wasn't stupid enough to try and crush the huge paw with his smaller hand. Instead he just gave a firm hand shake. Even though his conversation partner probably outweighed him by a three to one ratio, the artist wasn't scared or cowed at all. He knew his own abilities and his own self. Being confident was the best defense against any potential threat. Of course, he didn't see any threats now but it was never safe to assume there weren't any hidden threats.<br><br>"I'm pleased to meet you," Arthur told Tom. "I'm stumbled here while trying to find a place to regain my bond with my canvas. Until that happens, I guess I'll be helping out in the yard and such. What brings you to this establishment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMarisa</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 01:03:08 am</strong>
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				She beamed at Roberto. "It is exquisite here and I'm very glad I was drawn to this place. Though I must say I've only recently arrived and have not had the chance to visit with the lake." She nodded her head at Kathy as well but did not press the woman for a greeting. Looking across the table at the other gentleman she asked Robert, "Have you met any of the other guests yet? I have not yet had the chance to make their acquaintance."<br><br>&nbsp;For a moment she seemed distracted from the conversation as if something else had suddenly caught her focus. Blinking, she focused on Roberto again quickly so as not to seem rude. "I am Morgayne by the way, tis a pleasure to meet you sir. Forgive my impertinence, are you and Kathy here together?"<br><br>When Darien stood abruptly and exited the room, her eyes followed him though her body remained turned towards Roberto. Her hands idly toyed with her jewelry as she got to know Roberto.<br><br>OOC - BTW, Morgayne has blonde hair, not red :P Though I didn't describe the rest of her much, she does have green eyes. Unless of course Roberto wasn't talking to Morgayne in which case I have no idea who I should be responding to. :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 10:46:37 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3676266#msg3676266">Quote from: Moony on September 24, 2010, 03:41:11 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> " I brought a nicer set of clothes, I don't think Edna would appreciate my fresh from the garden look." She spoke with a kind smile.</span><br><br>OOC: Oh good, and hello everyone. :D<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darien nodded.&nbsp; "Yup, they are all in there.&nbsp; Sis made me clean up, so you better too.&nbsp; Don't worry 'bout bein' late.&nbsp; Seems you had reason.&nbsp; We like you anyway girl.&nbsp; Now git goin' before she comes lookin' for both of us."&nbsp; He watched her go and then went to the refrigerator to grab a cold beer to wash away the taste of tea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 10:53:41 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3680246#msg3680246">Quote from: dragonsen on September 25, 2010, 12:01:17 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm pleased to meet you," Arthur told Tom. "I'm stumbled here while trying to find a place to regain my bond with my canvas. Until that happens, I guess I'll be helping out in the yard and such. What brings you to this establishment?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You a paint slinger, huh?&nbsp; I'm in the game myself."&nbsp; He pulled a gloss business card from his pocket.&nbsp; "I'm a photographer.&nbsp; Calenders, advertising arts, whatever needs doing.&nbsp; I'm here working on a new calender and a shot of that lighthouse will be perfect.&nbsp; This town is interesting anyway, so I will shoot twenty rolls or so.&nbsp; You never know what might come up."<br><br>The big man gave Arthur a curious look.&nbsp; "So you having some difficulties?&nbsp; I can't afford them.&nbsp; It cuts into profits.&nbsp; I hit a wall and I just keep clicking until it goes away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 11:10:11 am</strong>
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				Roberto looked a bit uncomfortable and shifted in his seat.&nbsp; "Yes, we did drive up together."<br><br>Kathy crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him.&nbsp; "Yes Rob, we did and don't forget who's car we came in."<br><br>turning to Morgayne.&nbsp; "Hi, I am Kathy, his inconvenient girlfriend."&nbsp; Her voice was dry as unbuttered toast.<br><br>Edna was sitting at the front of the group now, and seemed to be gearing up for some sort of speech.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; QUOTE- <em>BTW, Morgayne has blonde hair, not red :P Though I didn't describe the rest of her much, she does have green eyes. Unless of course Roberto wasn't talking to Morgayne in which case I have no idea who I should be responding to. :P<br></em><br>Oops.... Wishful thinking.&nbsp; I fixed my mistake.&nbsp; I am going to let conversation go for today and post the "story" tonight. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 25, 2010, 06:14:39 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3681530#msg3681530">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 25, 2010, 10:46:37 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darien nodded.&nbsp; "Yup, they are all in there.&nbsp; Sis made me clean up, so you better too.&nbsp; Don't worry 'bout bein' late.&nbsp; Seems you had reason.&nbsp; We like you anyway girl.&nbsp; Now git goin' before she comes lookin' for both of us."&nbsp; He watched her go and then went to the refrigerator to grab a cold beer to wash away the taste of tea.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Charlie smiled fondly as she waved to him, going up the stairs that lead to the second floor through the kitchen. The short young woman carried her bag with her, making her way towards the communal bathroom and locked the door behind her. She was quick, but careful with her shower to make sure she didn't hurt her scratches on her arm... She paused, staring at her arm from under the shower head. The deep cuts on her had sealed up fair enough that they were, yes, scabbed over and healing faster than she anticipated. Shutting off the water, Charlie quickly stepped out of the shower and dried herself. Pulling out the blow dryer from under the sink she tried her best to dry her long hair, when it was significantly dry she began to dress herself in the cleaner and nicer clothes she had brought with her.<br><br>Stepping out of the bathroom, she had folded her clothes and sneakers away inside her book bag. Tucking the old and worn bag away in the utility closet, she gently made her way down the stairs to the main room. Dressed in a swishy, long sleeved jersey dress with keyhole neckline with long braided ties at the front (http://www.peopletree.co.uk/product_images/A319UC_f.jpg) in a light gray color. She had left the ties undone, beneath her dress she wore white tights that reached just below her knees and white simple ballet styled flats. Her long hair was tied into two braids and looked relatively tamed. Her arm freshly bandaged, she reached the final step making her way into the room. She had taken about 15 or so minutes to freshen herself up, her large grey eyes looked on in surprise at the new guests... Particularly the ones she wasn't expecting.<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 26, 2010, 12:29:15 am</strong>
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				Edna turned as Charlie entered the room.&nbsp; "Charlie!&nbsp; You had me worried child."&nbsp; She walked to her and took her hands, but let go when Charlie flinched.&nbsp; Edna pulled up Charlie's sleeves and winced at the sight of the bandages.&nbsp; "Again?&nbsp; You really need to be more careful dear.&nbsp; I will serve.&nbsp; Go sit and have a cup of tea.&nbsp; There are some young men here, so you might try to be pleasant."&nbsp; The last was spoken is something very like a stage whisper.<br><br>"Everyone, this is Charlie!"&nbsp; She got another cup of tea for Charlie, fixing it like the girl liked it.<br><br>ooc:&nbsp; I will still wait another day for the longer story, until people have a chance for responses.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2010, 12:30:38 pm</strong>
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				Ooc:&nbsp; You can play as many as you can handle.&nbsp; Write in NPCs if you want to, or make up locations.&nbsp; The Rose Cottage itself is mine though.&nbsp; I waited on the "ghost story" because I wanted it to fit in naturally.&nbsp; Maybe that was a mistake.&nbsp; I am off on Thursday and I will post it, even if I have to God mode a bit.&nbsp; It would be nice if this did not die.&nbsp; I like my characters and they symbolize the male and female sides of my personality, as does my avatar of "Jackie" and "Siobhan".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2010, 09:48:50 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3681545#msg3681545">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 25, 2010, 10:53:41 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You a paint slinger, huh?&nbsp; I'm in the game myself."&nbsp; He pulled a gloss business card from his pocket.&nbsp; "I'm a photographer.&nbsp; Calenders, advertising arts, whatever needs doing.&nbsp; I'm here working on a new calender and a shot of that lighthouse will be perfect.&nbsp; This town is interesting anyway, so I will shoot twenty rolls or so.&nbsp; You never know what might come up."<br><br>The big man gave Arthur a curious look.&nbsp; "So you having some difficulties?&nbsp; I can't afford them.&nbsp; It cuts into profits.&nbsp; I hit a wall and I just keep clicking until it goes away."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Arthur sighed and rolled his head around on his neck. Photographers had it easy. It didn't take them hours or even days to make one photo. With the simple click of a button, their work was done. He appreciated a proper photo now and then but as a painter, he couldn't just whip them out like a photograph. Belatedly, he saw the serving girl come on and Ms. Edna serving the tea instead. Getting out of his chair, he went to help them out.<br><br>"I can be your legs, Ms. Edna," he said softly. "Don't ask me to pour the tea though. I'm likely to foul that up."<br><br>As he walked back past his conversation partner, he paused long enough to add a few comments.<br><br>"I wish it was that easy with painting. Unfortunately, the time invested in painting is much more than snapping a photo.&nbsp; I have to be in the right frame of mind to get through the hours needed for a good painting to be unveiled."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 28, 2010, 11:40:35 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3698205#msg3698205">Quote from: dragonsen on September 28, 2010, 09:48:50 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I wish it was that easy with painting. Unfortunately, the time invested in painting is much more than snapping a photo.&nbsp; I have to be in the right frame of mind to get through the hours needed for a good painting to be unveiled."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The larger man grunted.&nbsp; "Don't forget, I sometimes have to wait for hours for conditions to be just right.&nbsp; Besides that, if I run through twenty rolls of film, I might only find one or two shots I can use.&nbsp; Still, I see what your saying.&nbsp; Every art form has its difficulties."<br><br>Edna smiled at the young man as he helped her.&nbsp; "Don't worry!&nbsp; We'll get you painting in no time!&nbsp; How do you feel about murals?&nbsp; I was thinking that it would be wonderful to have a full length mural of the lake and the lighthouse along the interior wall of the kitchen!&nbsp; How long would it take you to do that?"<br><br>---------------<br><br>Darien used being in the kitchen to his advantage.&nbsp; He escaped out the side door and took out his pipe.&nbsp; Edna did not approve of him smoking at all, but he knew that she would be beyond upset if he ever smoked inside.&nbsp; He had spent a lot of cold winter evenings out on the side porch, watching the lake effect snow fall.<br><br>In the distance, he could see boats moving out on the lake.&nbsp; It filled him with a longing.&nbsp; It had been two months since he had been out fishing and the season was well under way.&nbsp; Maybe she would not noticed if he slipped off early tomorrow morning.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; O.K., I will post the ghost story on Thursday, come Hell or high water and even if it doesn't fit, or you can all attack me with wet noodles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>September 29, 2010, 10:35:52 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3684197#msg3684197">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 26, 2010, 12:29:15 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Edna turned as Charlie entered the room.&nbsp; "Charlie!&nbsp; You had me worried child."&nbsp; She walked to her and took her hands, but let go when Charlie flinched.&nbsp; Edna pulled up Charlie's sleeves and winced at the sight of the bandages.&nbsp; "Again?&nbsp; You really need to be more careful dear.&nbsp; I will serve.&nbsp; Go sit and have a cup of tea.&nbsp; There are some young men here, so you might try to be pleasant."&nbsp; The last was spoken is something very like a stage whisper.<br><br>"Everyone, this is Charlie!"&nbsp; She got another cup of tea for Charlie, fixing it like the girl liked it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">" No no, Ms. Edna... it's not so bad." Pleaded Charlie, she looked like a pathetic puppy for a moment as she made her way down the stairs and blushed at Edna's late comment. Leaning against the railing with her good arm, she looked out into the room. She did not recognize most of the faces, though most of the voices did jog her memory. She could recall clearly the sounds and vocal patterns of the guest she help take reservations for. Her large doey eyes scanned the room again, taking in the faces. She smiled a warm soft smile, waving lightly towards the guests. <br><br>"Hello, I'm Charlie Banes... I work here at the Rose Cottage." He tone, like always was soft and soothing. She had to sort of voice you would want to have lullabies sang to or bed time stories read to you. " It's a pleasure to meet you all face to face... " Her movements were gentle as she crossed the distance between the foot of the stairs into the drawing room.</span></span> <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3698205#msg3698205">Quote from: dragonsen on September 28, 2010, 09:48:50 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Belatedly, he saw the serving girl come on and Ms. Edna serving the tea instead. Getting out of his chair, he went to help them out.<br><br>"I can be your legs, Ms. Edna," he said softly. "Don't ask me to pour the tea though. I'm likely to foul that up."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She looked a bit startled at Arthur and then smiled wearily. " Don't worry, you're a guest here.. Mr...?" It was then she also noticed Morgan, these were more people than she had expected.</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>September 30, 2010, 09:41:32 am</strong>
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				Arthur nodded at Charlie and worked around her. Her arm was in pain obviously which was why he was handing out the tea. Shrugging at Tom, he sat back down in his chair.<br><br>"Sometimes I need to wait for the right conditions as well or just use my mind and create them myself. Just call me Arthur, Charlie," he said aloud. "I suppose that you and I will see a lot more of each other since I'm the new yard worker. Ms. Edna and I have made arrangements along those lines. How did you hurt your arm, Charlie?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>September 30, 2010, 03:01:19 pm</strong>
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				Edna waved her hands.&nbsp; "Excuse me young folk!&nbsp; I have a story to tell and then you can go back to your talking."&nbsp; &nbsp;She had moved to the front of the semi-circle and held a picture in her hands.&nbsp; It was of a beautiful, but older middle aged woman in old fashioned clothing.&nbsp; Like many older pictures, she was not smiling.&nbsp; Her serious pale blue eyes stared at the assembled group.<br><br>"This is Miss Katherine Sallade!&nbsp; She is the original owner of this house and, if you believe rumor, she is your real host!&nbsp; It is said that she walks the shores of Lake Michigan even now, seeking her lost love, but she has also been seen in this very house.&nbsp; This parlor was where she would entertain her sowing and reading circles.&nbsp; It was here that she should have entertained her gentleman callers, but refused.<br><br>As the story goes, she was a beautiful young woman who was rejected every suitor who approached her brother for her hand in marriage.&nbsp; For ten years he tried to make a match for her, but finally, he gave up and set her up in a house of her own.&nbsp; For twenty five years she lived there virtually alone, with no company but her faithful maid French maid Maida.<br><br>It is said that she would refuse to eat meat of any kind, but that her maid would buy her pigs blood from the butchers.&nbsp; No one knows what she did with this blood.&nbsp; It was also said that she often was seen wearing mens clothing or even spotted nude, in the upper windows of the house.<br><br>As the story goes, Katherine was a bit of a night owl and liked to wander the shores of the lake in the wee hours of the morning.&nbsp; For many years, she was rarely seen by the light of day.&nbsp; Some fishermen and towns folk reported that she would sometimes met a man during her walks. He always seemed to appear along the lake, sitting on the rocks.&nbsp; Whenever they would approach Katherine and her mysterious man, he would seem to vanish, as if he had slipped off into the lake.&nbsp; Her brother tried to find the truth of the rumors and even considered institutionalizing her, but loved her to much to do so.<br><br>When she was in her early fifties, she climbed to the top of the lighthouse and leaped to her death.&nbsp; She was crushed on the rocks below and her body was washed out into the lake.&nbsp; Some say she did this because her maid betrayed her and got married and moved away.&nbsp; Others said that it had something to do with the mysterious man from the sea.&nbsp; No one is sure and she did not leave a note behind her, though her cry still echoes over the rocky coast late at night.<br><br>So tonight, as you sleep snug in your beds, listen for any creaks and voices!&nbsp; Katherine herself may visit you!<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Sorry to step on your lines, but I promised that I would post this, and I am afraid of wet noodles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 01, 2010, 04:00:44 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3704706#msg3704706">Quote from: dragonsen on September 30, 2010, 09:41:32 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Arthur nodded at Charlie and worked around her. Her arm was in pain obviously which was why he was handing out the tea. Shrugging at Tom, he sat back down in his chair.<br><br>"Sometimes I need to wait for the right conditions as well or just use my mind and create them myself. Just call me Arthur, Charlie," he said aloud. "I suppose that you and I will see a lot more of each other since I'm the new yard worker. Ms. Edna and I have made arrangements along those lines. How did you hurt your arm, Charlie?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"A new yard worker?" A warm smile crept lightly across her pretty face, she felt a small wave of relief that he was working her and not a guest. It would be embarrassing that a guest would be handing out tea, with her good arm she helped making sure everyone had what they needed despite her injury. " I fell on some glass this morning, someone threw a rock at my green house... Smashed at least four panes." She didn't looked bothered by it, it was as though she had grown accustomed to the abuse.</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3705965#msg3705965">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 30, 2010, 03:01:19 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Edna waved her hands.&nbsp; "Excuse me young folk!&nbsp; I have a story to tell and then you can go back to your talking."&nbsp; &nbsp;She had moved to the front of the semi-circle and held a picture in her hands.&nbsp; It was of a beautiful, but older middle aged woman in old fashioned clothing.&nbsp; Like many older pictures, she was not smiling.&nbsp; Her serious pale blue eyes stared at the assembled group.<br><br>"This is Miss Katherine Sallade! ...<br><br>...<br><br>...So tonight, as you sleep snug in your beds, listen for any creaks and voices!&nbsp; Katherine herself may visit you!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Oh, Charlie hoped not... that Katherine woman was so surly. Quiet and always staring at her, they never spoke with one another. The times she would approach the girl, she wouldn't necessarily try to possess her, she just looked like the girl was trespassing. It took the months of working in the cottage to prove that she wasn't something foul. Afterwards, the dead woman usually left her be.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 02, 2010, 10:14:17 pm</strong>
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				OOC:&nbsp; Should we end the "tea time" and let you two remaining folk out and about?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>October 02, 2010, 11:16:18 pm</strong>
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				Arthur finished helping with the tea. Instead of just putting the tray down with the empty cups, he carried them into what he assumed was the kitchen. It was the door that Edna had come from with the tea so it was a safe guess. Charlie's story bothered him but he was new here and didn't want to cause any problems. His assistance didn't extend to washing the dishes though. That task was one he dreaded doing and did his best to put it off as often as he could. The story of Katherine Sallade was also intriguing. Mysteries seemed to abound in this house.<br><br>Belatedly, he realized that he didn't answer Charlie. Taking a seat in the kitchen, he waited for her to return so he could answer her questions. Looking around, he started to picture different painting in his mind of the kitchen but none really sparked his interest yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 03, 2010, 10:20:18 pm</strong>
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				Edna finally cleared all of their guests out of the parlor and started to help Charlie clear up the mess.&nbsp; She normally would let the girl do it herself, and go lay down for a while, or take a walk along the beach.&nbsp; Still, the girl was still injured.&nbsp; She bustled around, stacking things and then took them into the kitchen, leaving Charlie to wipe down the serving table.<br><br>In the kitchen she found Arthur sitting, and she could guess who he was waiting for.&nbsp; Hell, she was only fifty three herself, and she was kind of sweet on Mike Kirk, who ran the grocers.&nbsp; She supposed that she could help him along a bit, seeing as he seemed a bit reserved.&nbsp; She dumped the dishes in the sink, without bothering to prepare them in any way for washing.<br><br>She turned to Arthur, her eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "Well young man, you have had time to rest up and eat.&nbsp; I think it is about time I put you to work!&nbsp; There is a lot of yard work that needs doing first, but my maid is injured.&nbsp; Why don't you help her with these dishes, since she has a bandage right now.&nbsp; When you are finished, you can find me in the back yard.&nbsp; I will be working on my flower beds and would welcome the help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 04, 2010, 05:23:28 pm</strong>
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				Charlie hand finished her tea, watching as Edna and Arthur cleared up the area. Standing she smiled as with grace made her way into the kitchen, picked up a dish cloth and turned on her heel. Her dress swirled with her motion as she made her way out of the kitchen and went back into the sitting room. Diligently she wiped the serving tables, clearing them off of anything that may have been left behind. Using the slightly damp end of the cloth to pick up small spills and the dry half to polish the table. Halfway back towards the kitchen, she paused flexing her sore hand. The pain had lessened, but still ached just enough to bother her.<br><br>In a much slower pace she walked back to the kitchen, pushing the door open with her better hand. Her walk had a slight sway at the hips, her hair moving in motion with her. Pacing herself as she stopped at the counter, she smiled at Arthur and at Edna just catching the tail end of the older woman's words about how she was going to be working in the garden.<br><br>Her grey eyes casted a look towards Arthur, she seemed curious about him. Leaning on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, she reached over to pull her large basket closer. "I brought the preserves and herbs you asked for." She pronounced herb like they would in UK, emphasis on the <em>h</em>, slowly she looked towards Edna for a moment. Waiting for her to answer, she would nod and then begin to pull out the various jars filled with different fruits and flavors. Her attention moved back towards Arthur, smiling sweetly at him. " So what brings you to our small town?" She figured he was told to stay behind to help her in the kitchen. " I've lived here all my life, so I don't have any other reason." It was nice to meet someone new, especially one that didn't think she was crazy.<br><br><br>OOC: I'm fine with tea time ending.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 05, 2010, 08:17:54 pm</strong>
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				Edna watch the young people for a moment, and then slipped out the kitchen door.&nbsp; The late afternoon sun was still high in the sky and would be for awhile longer.&nbsp; She stepped off of the back porch and into the soft green grass of her back garden.&nbsp; Her eyes crinkled in pleasure to see the well manicure work she had done.<br><br>A great variety of flowers grew in neat little square beds, with a stone walkway between them.&nbsp; Little stone gnomes and angel peeked out from behind some of the plants.&nbsp; At times, she almost believed that they might be real.&nbsp; If they were, she might not be so lonely.<br><br>She glided down the stone paths, laid by her loving brother.&nbsp; Some of the stones were painted, or had engravings with hopeful sayings.&nbsp; In the center of her garden was her faded wooden bench and her birth bath.&nbsp; She considered doing so work, like she should, but in the end sat on the bench quietly, until the birds returned to visit the marble bath.&nbsp; It had been an expensive purchase, but it was her pride and joy.&nbsp; What was the use of such a nice garden if she did not take the time to enjoy it anyway?&nbsp; The work would still be there another day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>October 08, 2010, 09:02:43 pm</strong>
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				With a nod, he accepted the orders from Edna and waited for Carrie to come into the kitchen. Reluctantly Arthur filled the sink with warm water and dish soap. He waited for all the dishes to be brought in before plunging his hands into the soapy water. Carrie's question made him think about his situation before he answered her.<br><br>"I'm just wandering around until I can find something good to paint. Guess my muse doesn't like it when I think about my sister's death," he said slowly as he washed the dishes. "She always egged me on to paint something for her or to finish something I started. With her gone, painting isn't as fun anymore. Only problem is I don't have any other skills. Do you get teased or bullied a lot, Carrie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 09, 2010, 01:55:22 am</strong>
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				( Her name's <em><strong>Charlie</strong></em>. Just pointing that out, sweetie. )<br><br>She paused and listened to Arthur speak, her large silvery eyes watching him intently. A moment after he asked her his own question she stayed silent, the only sounds in the kitchen were the washing of the ceramic plates. " Yes. " She said flatly, the full figured woman took the rest of the contents out of the basket slowly. " I've always been teased, since I was a child." She added after another moment of silence, pausing to look at him. " You know, she still loves you alot. Your sister is sad you stopped painting..." She stopped, her words fading as she spoke. " I mean, she might be, where ever she is... in the hereafter. If she wanted you to paint so much, you must be very talented. Can I see your hands?" Charlie stared at him, her hands resting on the counter top.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2010, 07:36:59 pm</strong>
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				Edna ended up falling asleep on her bench as she sat in the warm sun.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her long gray braid sat in her lap and her face fell forward.&nbsp; As she late afternoon sun started to stetch out the shadows, her brother walked up and sat down beside her. <br><br>Without waking her, he puffed at his ivory bowled pipe, sending smoke rings around her garden.&nbsp; He hadd worked as hard as she had on it and he enjoyed it, but it was her's.&nbsp; His place of peace was behind the wheel of a fishing boat, and life was off kilter now that he spending most of his time on land.<br><br>Ooc: sorry, had no internet for past 48 hours
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LucianLuna</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2010, 09:31:05 pm</strong>
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				Lucian arrived in town at night at looked around for a place to stay when he spotted the bed and breakfast. he walked up to the house and stepped inside to see who he should talk to about getting a room. He was wearing black pants, boots, and a maroon colored silk shirt. he had a small pendant of a black onyx dragon with ruby eyes around his neck and clutched a duffel bag in one hand. While he was looking for someone that worked there he decided to explore the place. He walked down the halls and looked around, not going into any of the rooms because he didn't want to invade someone elses room, he didn't want to be taken as a thief, he was far more than that. He had pale skin, blond short spikey hair and ice blue eyes. He was 6' tall and 120 pounds. He looked slightly underweight, but still well built and he didn't look sickly at all, just slightly skinny.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2010, 10:15:39 pm</strong>
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				Edna woke as the last rays of the setting sun vanished behind a line of trees.&nbsp; Her brother was sitting near her smoking, but at least wasn't doing so inside.&nbsp; She gave his knee a pat and stood stiffly.&nbsp; Even if fifty three was not so old, in this modern world, her knees did not know that.<br><br>The moon was raising in the East, a silver disc which was only a few nights away from being whole.&nbsp; She looked out to see the first slickers of Luna's rays across th waves, before heading back into the kitchen.<br><br>The young folk were still talking.&nbsp; She gave them an amused nodd and headed across the kitchen.&nbsp; Suddenly, she heard a crashing noise deeper in the house and a sound like animal growling.&nbsp; Grabbing a broom, when ran throgh the kitchen into the main reception hallway.&nbsp; A tall, thin stranger in dark clothing was standing there.<br><br>In front of him, almost crouching, was the massive form of Tom, the photographer.&nbsp; He was surrounded by photography equipment which he had dropped on the floor.&nbsp; The hairs on the back of his neck were actually standing up and his hands were clenched, almost like eagle claws.&nbsp; There was a low, roguh grow coming from his throat that sounded more like a jungle cat at the zoo, than a human being.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LucianLuna</strong> on <strong>October 10, 2010, 10:29:35 pm</strong>
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				Lucian looked at the man that was growling at him, staring him down when the lady entered the room. He turned in her direction then. "I didn't do anything. I swear. I was just wondering if you had any rooms available. I could use a place to stay for awhile if that's ok with you miss. Do you have anything available. Don't know why the man is responding to me like that. I've never even met him before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 02:52:03 pm</strong>
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				The noise had startled Charlie, even though for some reason she had expected it. Holding her hand up to Arthur she moved out of the kitchen with the grace of a dancer, moving past Edna as she made her way up the stairs. The short heavy hipped girl daintily moved between the taller darker stranger and Tom, the photographer. As she moved it looked as though she was submerged underwater how she flowed, finally all the weight crashing down around her as she held her injured hand before Lucian and her other hand before Tom. "Settle, settle. There is no need to harm him." Her words were clear and soothing to the ears. Her large silver eyes stared into Lucien, almost as though she could see straight to him. "He's speaking the truth, look... He even has a bag."<br><br>She stilled stared into his eyes, unwavering and unblinking. "You should have rang the bell at the front, you would have been more easily welcomed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 04:58:24 pm</strong>
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				Tom worked hard to control himself.&nbsp; He did not know who this man was, but he didn't smell right.&nbsp; He managed to unclench his hands, but the girl's wound distacted him, since he could smell it as well.&nbsp; It wa just to close to the full moon and hre knew that his control had been slipping recently, ever since Evelyn's death.&nbsp; He had thought a little bed and breakfast would be just the place to regain his equilibrium, but that might not be the case.<br><br>"He smells..... wrong."&nbsp; He could hear how low and gravely his voice was and fought to maintain control.&nbsp; His human side was winning, but the beast wasn't happy with that.<br><br>He could see Miss Edna to one side, looking a bit dazed.&nbsp; He didn't blame her.&nbsp; He just hoped that this would all pass without him having to run for the hills.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LucianLuna</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 05:06:49 pm</strong>
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				Lucian stared at the man. He was just realizing what this guy was and had to bite back a comment. he had a feeling this guy was a shapeshifter and he had no love for that kind. He kept his mouth shut though. he didn't want to risk not getting a place to stay and wind up out in the open when the sun came up. The trouble between his brother and the shapeshifters at home was behind him now. There was no war here and he decided he'd forget all about the stuff at home and make a new start, including not starting trouble with the rude man, although he could throw out just as many insults as he man was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 06:17:39 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie did not falter in her stance, even if the stranger had ignored her. Suddenly she looked towards Lucien with her wide silver eyes, her hair slowly began to unravel behind her. "<em><strong>I will not have bloodshed in this house.</strong></em>" Her voice was commanding and not her own, it sounded strange and as though someone else was controlling her. As suddenly as it came, the feeling left her. Lowering her arms she looked to Tom, her eyes seemed to understand him and gave him a silent smile. " Miss Edna, you should sit down and I can handle the new guest. Perhaps you can tell Arthur what you like to be painted in the kitchen..." She wasn't looking at Edna as she spoke, still her eyes did not leave Tom. " And if the stranger proves to be a problem, Tom looks like a big strong man." She sounded off, it was almost scripted how she spoke. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Lucien the rest of her body was still. It was like a doll with moving parts, she barely moved as her silver gaze stared unblinking at the vampire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LucianLuna</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 06:30:47 pm</strong>
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				"I won't do anything miss. You really should take care of that injured hand before it gets infected miss." It was a good thing he'd had a few drops of bloodwyne before coming here or her wound would affect him alot more than what it was doing now. He did back up a bit though so they smell of blood wouldn't be so strong. "How much does a room cost and really if I wanted to hurt him I would have already." He started digging through his bag until he found the wallet and waited for her to say how much he owed. he also pulled out a bottle with a red liquid in it and took a couple swigs of that before putting the bottle back into his bag.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 11, 2010, 06:47:13 pm</strong>
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				Edna shook her head in confusion.&nbsp; She felt as if she had been sleeping and just waken from a dream which she could not remember.&nbsp; She look around for a moment and then seemed to orient herself.<br><br>"Yes, quite right.&nbsp; Ah Charlie if you could just show this gentleman to the Blue Room.&nbsp; I think that it will suit him.&nbsp; We can talk about money later, but for now get him settled.&nbsp; I think I should get into the kitchen and set the new handyman to his work."<br><br>She suddenly noticed the large, rough looking man who was giving the new guest a nasty, confused look and collecting him equipment from the floor.&nbsp; "Mr. Halifax?&nbsp; Weren't you going to go film the moon coming up?&nbsp; It should be already moving over the lake now.&nbsp; You will lose your light soon!"&nbsp; The man grunted and shrugged his massive shoulders, but did not move.<br><br>Edna shrugged right back at him.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose you know your business.&nbsp; Have a good evening Mr. Halifax."&nbsp; She moved through the door of the kitchen and spotted Arthur, who was just finishing up the dishes.<br><br>"Arthur!&nbsp; There you are.&nbsp; It is really to late to start working tonight, but I have a lot for you to do in the morning.&nbsp; Shall we sit down and make out a list?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 12, 2010, 01:06:57 am</strong>
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				"I'm surprised you entered a house without being invited, but I suppose this was a public domain you can enter as you please." It still wasn't her talking, the voice sounded richer and more experienced than the socially awkward girl. Her silver eyes stayed transfixed on the man, " It's about 150 for a night, these are very nice roo-" She swayed, she closed her eyes and fell back towards Tom. Her knees buckled as she felt the whole world flip around her, " What... Where-" Her face softened, following her voice. She was possessed, it was simple... but by whom?<br><br>Holding her head, she able to grasp the last bit of memories that had flowed out form her. " The blue room... it's down the hall towards the end, you pay when you check out." She said flatly, recovering slowly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LucianLuna</strong> on <strong>October 12, 2010, 01:16:03 am</strong>
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				Lucian watched her as she almost fell. "You ok miss? Oh ok, thank you." He looked at the other two in the room and wondered what had happened to the girl. "is she going to be ok?" He may be a vampire, but he was still kind to others and helped anyone who needed it. He didn't want to be any more trouble for the man that was there though so he took his bag to the blue room and placed on his bed then started to unpack his clothes. He hung them up in the closet and looked around his room a bit more as he put his bag under the bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 12, 2010, 11:06:08 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katherine looked through the wall at that annoying girl with the wide hips.&nbsp; They were good for child baring but not suitable for a lady.&nbsp; The child hadn't been herself for a few minutes now and Katherine though it her duty to keep an eye on her.&nbsp; Someone else was most certainly here, and that was not right!&nbsp; This was her house!&nbsp; This was her lake and her town.&nbsp; It was here that her Daniel had abandoned her.....<br><br>Her frustration grew and she found herself pounding on the walls.&nbsp; Such was her fury that they actually shook a bit.&nbsp; Her eyes calmed as they settled on a blond stranger.&nbsp; Something was different about him.&nbsp; He didn't... He did not have an aura!&nbsp; It just wasn't possible, was it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>October 16, 2010, 01:33:35 am</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3748220#msg3748220">Quote from: Moony on October 09, 2010, 01:55:22 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">( Her name's <em><strong>Charlie</strong></em>. Just pointing that out, sweetie. )<br><br>She paused and listened to Arthur speak, her large silvery eyes watching him intently. A moment after he asked her his own question she stayed silent, the only sounds in the kitchen were the washing of the ceramic plates. " Yes. " She said flatly, the full figured woman took the rest of the contents out of the basket slowly. " I've always been teased, since I was a child." She added after another moment of silence, pausing to look at him. " You know, she still loves you alot. Your sister is sad you stopped painting..." She stopped, her words fading as she spoke. " I mean, she might be, where ever she is... in the hereafter. If she wanted you to paint so much, you must be very talented. Can I see your hands?" Charlie stared at him, her hands resting on the counter top.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(OOC: Sorry about the long delay in posting. Real Life hassles. yes I know her name is Charlie. Art has a bad time with names)<br><br>Cassie's comments about his sister brought up a lot of unwanted memories at the moment. He dropped into the abyss just as the loud crash brought the wounded girl out of the kitchen. Arthur's eyes were open but he wasn't seeing anything that was currently in front of him. Flashes of memories ran through his mind as he tried desperately to close the Pandora's box that was his memories of his sister. When Edna came up to him and talked to him, he jerked out of his daze. He started for a second and stared around. Somehow, he had managed to wash the dishes while in his trance. Nodding sullenly, he shuffled over to the table and sat down.<br><br>"Twilight," he muttered as he looked out the window. "The time of day where the creatures of the night are brought to light, even if for a fleeting moment or two. Ummm, where's Callie? Sorry, Ms. Edna, my mind was elsewhere. What tasks would you like for me to accomplish?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 18, 2010, 09:42:35 pm</strong>
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				"That's Charlie dear.&nbsp; A woman doesn't like when you get her name wrong.&nbsp; It makes her feel like you aren't really paying attention."&nbsp; She smiled at him.&nbsp; "We have a new guest.&nbsp; I believe that she is showing him to his room.&nbsp; It is actually getting rather late, come to think of it.&nbsp; You did a good couple of hours work already today and we haven't even outlined your duties yet.&nbsp; Why don't we call it a night."<br><br>She moved to the stove and lifted up the tea pot.&nbsp; I am going to make myself a pot of tea, and you are welcome to a cup, but otherwise you can head to your room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonsen</strong> on <strong>October 19, 2010, 03:23:08 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur smiled sheepishly and nodded at Edna. He took her dismissal and fled the kitchen. A debate waged briefly inside his head but he took his hostess' suggestion and went to his room. The thought of wandering around in the dark had some appeal but he was still tired. Gratefully, he dropped onto the bed and quickly fell asleep in his clothes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2010, 08:21:52 pm</strong>
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				Jason Silverton looked up at the old house with wary eyes. Legend had it around town that the place was haunted, and even if he didn't believe in ghosts - or aliens or witches or any of the other claptrap the locals spoke of - he was still terrified of them. You could be pretty sure ghosts didn't exist and still not want to MEET one, he reckoned.<br><br>So why was he here? Well, he'd been putting off the visit all week. That night, as he was closing down his computer for the evening at Henry's Point Bank and Trust - your local bank for over 120 years - his boss came in and gruffly asked, nay, DEMANDED that he head on up to the old house and make sure the Marshes loan paperwork was all in order. The boss had always had a keen interest in the old place ... some might say TOO keen ... and he'd tasked Jason, the young, bright economics graduate with a keen eye for details, to make sure everything was in order. At times, Jason was almost certain his boss WANTED him to find an error, all the better for the bank to take ownership of the old place.<br><br>And that made Jason an unwelcome presence at the bed and breakfast, all too often.<br><br>This was too bad. the B&amp;B was always full of activity and excitement, much better than Jason's one-bedroom apartment, where he'd inevitably spend his evening watching one of his seven DVDs while eating a TV dinner and watching his fat, lazy cat wile away the hours. Even before it opened, the B&amp;B was always so full of ACTIVITY, and now, he kept seeing people drive up to the house to stay a while. What he had to do would take but 15 minutes, and he was sure the Marshes would understand he was just doing his job. Why, then, was he so nervous about heading up there?<br><br>It couldn't be the ghosts. He wasn't scared of something that didn't exist, right? And it couldn't be the thunder now rippling through the sky. Thunder was just the natural reaction of the air to the lightning passing through it, right?<br><br>When you came right down to it, what scared Jason Silverton was the cute girl who worked there ... Charlie. He hated to admit it, but he rather fancied her. He hated that he used the word "fancied" to describe his feelings, but there was no other possible description. <br><br>And she, like everyone who worked at the B&amp;B and saw Jason as an interloper determined to take the place from the Marshes, HATED Jason.<br><br>He smoothed out his suit and approached the door.<br><br>OOC: Hope it's not too late to join in! Also, I'm going with the most easily explicable motivations for how others would react to Jason. If you feel differently, feel free to correct me! And if you guys want some other characters, I have a few more in mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moony</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2010, 10:08:59 pm</strong>
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				After Charlie had righted herself and showed their dark friend his room that had particularly thick curtains, the house began to shake. If only until Katherine's temper had past, shaking her head she watched the woman and braced herself against the staircase.<br><br>Once Katherine had made her statement of unhappiness the house became normal again, at least until her next outrage. Charlie had made it downstairs and heard a knocking at the door, just as she sat down in the armchair by the fire. Everyone had gone to bed and well, here she was working the graveyard shift until at midnight.<br><br>Standing from where she had sat, she moved rather elegantly towards the door. Gently, she turned the knob and peeked out from behind. This was a small town and looking before you opened the door was a rare thing to do, it wasn't quite late at night to be paranoid. " Jason..." She paused staring at the man in the suit behind the door, opening it a bit wider to look at him better. "What brings you here?" She didn't hate him, no. Charlie actually liked him alot, he would stare at here like many others... but there was something different in his eyes, he seemed more sincere. "You're not here to rent a room?" She joked, bringing up her hand to cover her mouth as she smiled a bit at him. The blonde woman had almost forgotten that her hand was injured, her free uninjured arm was playing with the end of dress. Gingerly, she tucked a stray hair behind her hair. "Do you... want something to drink?" It was a foreign feeling, to try and coax a man to come inside, she knew he had business here. <br><br>(( OOC: IT'S COOL! :D Charlie likes him, no one is nice to her. xD ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2010, 11:02:43 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3806354#msg3806354">Quote from: Moony on October 22, 2010, 10:08:59 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Standing from where she had sat, she moved rather elegantly towards the door. Gently, she turned the knob and peeked out from behind. This was a small town and looking before you opened the door was a rare thing to do, it wasn't quite late at night to be paranoid. " Jason..." She paused staring at the man in the suit behind the door, opening it a bit wider to look at him better. "What brings you here?" She didn't hate him, no. Charlie actually liked him alot, he would stare at here like many others... but there was something different in his eyes, he seemed more sincere. "You're not here to rent a room?" She joked, bringing up her hand to cover her mouth as she smiled a bit at him. The blonde woman had almost forgotten that her hand was injured, her free uninjured arm was playing with the end of dress. Gingerly, she tucked a stray hair behind her hair. "Do you... want something to drink?" It was a foreign feeling, to try and coax a man to come inside, she knew he had business here. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Jason should have known she would be on duty. And how had it gotten so late? He could have sworn he left the office around 7, and here it was nearly midnight. Even accounting for the storm rolling in, it shouldn't have taken him five hours to make a 15 minute trip ... but then, he had a bad habit of losing time, just getting focused on what he was doing and having the hours disappear. He'd had this problem since he was a very small boy.<br><br>And yet, here she was in all her wondrousness. He looked anywhere but at her. Surely, she hated him. They all did here. He was trying to steal their livelihood.<br><br>"I ... I ... I ..." he stammered, unnerved by something as simple as her tucking hair behind her ear. He looked around at the entryway. "This is ... v ... very nice."<br><br>He could sense that she wouldn't have much patience, so he just spat it out. "I need to speak with the owners. I'm here to examine the paperwork." The unspoken "again" hung emptily in the air between them.<br><br>Outside, the rain was beginning to fall in earnest. "I'm aware it's rather too late to be making such requests, but ... if I could just see them, I'll be out of your hair."<br><br>Off what he took to be a beckoning gesture, he stepped into the house proper, closing the door behind him, somehow glad to be out of the sightline of the trees. He was weirdly certain something there was watching him.<br><br>+++++<br><br>He was right to be afraid. Out in the midst of the trees, the giant, hairy ape-man hooted softly to the fellow members of his species. They'd been keeping an eye on the old house since the repairs began. One or two of the pale, fleshy things in their midst was fine. But this intrusion? It would not stand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rose Cottage, A Social Supernatural Soap</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrDiamondBackJack</strong> on <strong>October 22, 2010, 11:12:22 pm</strong>
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				(OOC:&nbsp; Welcome RedRyder.&nbsp; :)&nbsp; I apologize for the delay.&nbsp; I will post tomorrow night, but I need to get to bed.&nbsp; I worked all day today and will again tomorrow.&nbsp; When I post, I will replace this OOC with my post.)
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