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Post by Pocahontas on Mar 25, 2009 21:39:41 GMT -5
Pocahontas closed the door of the Haunted Mansion behind her and leaned against the doorframe. The wind was gusting outside and rain was beginning to fall. She was too far from the hotel to take refuge there, so the Mansion would have to do for the night.
Wringing out the rain from her long hair, Pocahontas looked around her. She continued on cautiously, knowing that villians frequented the Mansion.
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2009 22:12:51 GMT -5
His thoughts drifting to his Rose, The Beast stood alone upstairs in the Haunted Mansion. It was the closest thing to his own home he could find in this place and so had taken refuge inside. The room around him looked similar to his own beloved west wing, pieces of broken furniture scattered here and there, cobwebs hanging off the ceiling and torn drapes shifting ghoulishly in the cool air. Yes, he felt at home here and the impending storm outside made him all the more comfortable.
The only thing missing was the gentle glow from his Rose. Had it wilted more since he'd left? He didn't want to think about it, it made him feel uneasy. A noise downstairs pulled the creature from his reverie and he turned round quickly, what was he going to get invaded here too? Maybe this place was more like home then he'd originally thought.
Starting forwards, he stepped out onto the dark gallery, the floorboards creaking slightly under his weight as he became engrossed in shadows. Looking down he saw a young woman in strange clothing leaning against the large front door, she was wet from what he could see and an expase of raven hair fell gracefully down past her shoulders, he'd never seen anyone like before and so he decided to merely observe from the shadows.
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Post by Pocahontas on Mar 25, 2009 23:10:22 GMT -5
Pocahontas moved toward the fireplace, shivering with cold. There was a lot of broken furniture around. She quickly gathered a pile of wood and placed it in the fireplace. Striking together some pieces of iron, she quickly got a fire going. Soon the room was filled with dancing light.
Pleased with her work, the indian sat cross legged on the floor, examining her surroundings. There was a dark shadow on the stairs and she avoided looking in that direction. It unnerved her to think that something was watching her.
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