The Madhouse (Yandros x Nightingale)
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				Title: <strong>The Madhouse (Yandros x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 00:05:29</strong>
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				The sky was mostly overcast, with a few sparse, watery rays of sunlight shining down in patches that were few and far between. The house had a moving van in its driveway, and the realtor was directing the movers through the front door. A small, beaten up white car pulled up to the curb, and a petite woman stepped out a few moments later. Her copper curls bounced about her shoulders, and bright green eyes glittered with excitement as she looked up at the house. The realtor, a woman in a sharp mauve suit, flashed her a bleached smile and sauntered over. They spoke for a moment, laughed, and then the redhead signed the papers on a clipboard.<br><br>"Do you still need me? I can help with the movers," the older woman suggested, and despite her practiced tone, the other could clearly hear the doubt in her voice. She shook her head, and they shook hands. The realtor handed over a keyring and got into her own car, as if she couldn't get off the property fast enough.<br><br>The red haired young woman, Wren, looked up at her new home with a wide grin. It was a good size, probably a room or two too big, considering it was going to house just one person for some time, but it had a yard and had been beautifully kept, despite the fact that the listing claimed it had been empty for some time. She had moved to the city for work- a new, large library had opened a few months ago, and Wren had been offered a transfer and a promotion she could hardly refuse. Somehow, this house had been listed as discounted, and so, with her parents' help, the young woman had been able to move in almost right away. <br><br>She went to her car and started unloading the suitcases and boxes she'd brought with her from her old apartment. The movers, already finished with what little furniture they'd taken in their van, decided to help with her small things, and in no time at all she was in the door and they were pulling out of the drive.<br><br>Inhaling deeply, she caught the scent of cedar. It was strong, almost as if someone were trying to cover up the smell of something else, but it wasn't unpleasant. Wren walked through the rooms of the house- two floors, with the master suite and library upstairs. There was a basement, but given what little she already had, Wren doubted she'd need the storage space quite yet. Her face, fair with a smattering of freckles across her nose, was a vision of joy and excitement. She had a home of her very own- just hers. To say she was overjoyed would have been an understatement.<br><br>Practically skipping up the carpeted stairs, the woman found the bedroom- her bedroom- and set herself on unpacking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Madhouse (Yandros x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 22:39:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The little two story house near the end of Diem Drive had been empty for a while now, perhaps a little over three years.&nbsp; The last family moved out in a rush, barely speaking to any of the neighbors or even their friends, but those that grew up in the neighborhood?&nbsp; They knew.&nbsp; It was the kid.&nbsp; A young boy who had seemed right when the family moved in, but as time went by, things changed.&nbsp; They always changed, people would say, as something was just off about that little two story house.&nbsp; Even though new coats of paint are on the walls, new fixtures and appliances to bring it up to a modern look, this little house has an old style charm and feel to it.&nbsp; At first.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the lady’s footsteps, the steps creak and groan in the manner akin to nearly all stairs.&nbsp; The carpet along them muffling most of her footsteps, but each step does protest her ascending them in some small manner.&nbsp; Once upstairs the hallway leads towards the bedroom, and soon she is within the master bedroom.&nbsp; Well, now it is her room in truth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not known to many of the neighborhood though, there is a basement within the house.&nbsp; And as the lady above is unpacking, something within that basement stirs.&nbsp; Not quite awake, perhaps not even quite sentient, this thing can certainly feel the presence of another however.&nbsp; Another person, another being has invaded its ‘territory’ so to speak, and now it was time to investigate.&nbsp; As Wren finds her bedroom to start unpacking, there is a crashing sound downstairs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Madhouse (Yandros x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nightingale</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 22:50:27</strong>
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				Much like the bird the woman was named for, Wren had a penchant for singing. Loudly. She was belting out a melody of an 80's female rockstar as she unpacked her things when the crash from downstairs made her jump. She was still for a moment, listening to see if there was any sound to follow. Perhaps the movers had forgotten something in the back of the truck? It had looked empty, to be sure, but anything was possible... Worse, and what caused the blood to drain from the already fair-faced woman was the idea that someone had broken in. Already? What were the odds of that?<br><br>Furrowing her brow, Wren paced back and forth for several moments, trying to decide what to do. The floorboards had been creaky, she noted- if there was someone in the house, she would have heard them moving. "Maybe something fell?" she mused aloud, her tensed shoulders relaxing just a fraction. It was this hopeful thought that the woman cradled as she stepped back out of her bedroom, chewing her lower lip nervously, and walked as quietly as she could to the top of the stairs.<br><br>She peered down, holding on tightly to the banister before taking step after step, until she reached the foot of the staircase. Perhaps she wasn't observant enough, but in the main foyer she could see nothing out of place. With a deep breath, the woman proceeded to make her way into the kitchen, hoping that it, too, would still be in tact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Madhouse (Yandros x Nightingale)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 01:39:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the lady’s feet touch the top of the first step to head downstairs, there is a distinct lack of creaking now.&nbsp; When her weight is placed on the steps, what sound she had made in ascending the stairs is lacking somehow.&nbsp; There of course is still the very soft shifting of carpet under her feet, and the sounds of it moving lightly along the steps as she descends, but that creaking and groaning is mysteriously gone.&nbsp; The foyer before her is clear, save for the moving boxes still left for her to unpack.&nbsp; Various little things have already been pulled from the boxes, to see if they had survived the trip of course.&nbsp; But the majority of the boxes remain unpacked and waiting for her to arrange her things as she wishes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As her steps carry her into the kitchen, her eyes can take in the entire area with a quick glance.&nbsp; An open kitchen, it has enough room to accommodate two or even three people at once should there be a need for that many to cook at once.&nbsp; In the middle is a small island with a cutting board and work space; and it is there that the source of the noise seems to have come from.&nbsp; On top of it is a card, opened in a manner so that it may stand upwards.&nbsp; On further inspection, the card looks to be one that the realtor must have left as a means of thanks for purchasing the house, along with welcoming her to the neighborhood and her new house. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the lady rounding that island in the middle of the kitchen, the sound of what had broken is obvious before her.&nbsp; A vase, that most likely had been along with the card is shattered to pieces on the ground.&nbsp; From the looks of things however, it seems like it might have taken more force than a simple fall to shatter this vase into so many pieces.&nbsp; Not to mention the card was resting in the middle of the workspace, so how would the vase have fallen like this?&nbsp; Why do the flowers that are in the middle of the shattered porcelain look like they have been trampled?&nbsp; As Wren might take a further look, a slow pressure seems to be building on the air.&nbsp; Something watching her, like the feeling of a person just staring through the windows at her.<br>
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