The Mansion

[peachie-keen]

HI EVERYONE I'M BACK XOXOXOXOXO
It's a bit rough, I haven't done creative writing in agesssss!
I LOVE YOU ALL

Several teens/young adults, strangers to one another, awake to find themselves scattered throughout several expensively furnished rooms of an enormous granite mansion, situated on one of the largest and beautiful plots of land they've ever seen. It's not too clear where exactly they are. Or what country they are in, even. It's early morning, they're lying in beds with people they've never seen or spoken to before, dressed in formal, hand-tailored shirts and dresses. Is this some kind of experiment? Why are they here, and how did they get there?

Okay, hopefully you get the idea.
Name:
General appearance:
Body shape:
Defining features:
Age:
Personality:
Relationship status:
Room of awakening:

[OpenTheDoor]

...am I allowed to join?

[peachie-keen]

OF COURSE. Love the picture

[peachie-keen]

Name: Daniel Doherty
General appearance: pushed back, thick dark brown hair, dark eyebrows, copper coloured eyes and a harsh angular jawline. Joker smile. Used to wearing smart clothes. Quite pretty.
Body shape: average shape, full body but with no signs of working out, I'm afraid.
Defining features: English, and is quite well spoken too. Rolls the sleeves up of long sleeved shirts when nervous.
Age: 23
Personality: Often flirtatious, but quite in love with his girlfriend. Easily swayed, and likes to play the protective figure. Fairly intelligent.
Relationship status: currently with a girlfriend of 8 months
Room of awakening: master bedroom, asleep next to another girl.

Name: Noxi Rena
General appearance: Long, straight black hair, with a full thick fringe. Large, bright green cat-eyes, dark eye liner circling. Pale skin, pale lips, small features. Rarely smiles, but when she does, her face lights up.
Body shape: Thin, not much of a womanly figure, small chest and fairly small waisted. Petite, and not very tall.
Defining features: none other than described. Finds herself staring too often, and only seems to animate when she speaks, but otherwise stays still and observes.
Age: 18
Personality: Very quiet, keeps feelings to self unless asked, and if not, speaks truthfully. Is a firm believer of true love, though has never experienced it first hand.
Relationship status: single
Room of awakening: Lounge, lying on carpet.

[OpenTheDoor]

OF COURSE you do

Name: Rebecca Walworth
General appearance: Thick straight sandy brown hair which she always wears down. Bright blue-green eyes rimmed with dark lashes.
Body shape: Hourglass/curvy. Quite tall for a girl, but not taller than mst guys
Defining features: Has a burn small scar under her right eye/top of her right cheek and down neck. Tends to cover it with her hair, however. Very self-conscience about it
Age: 19
Personality: A bit of a shy girl, doesn't really talk to strangers, well, at least without giving herself a little speech in her head for ten minutes to rally up the courage to do so. Reads a lot of books and quite clever. Likes to solve puzzles. Quite easily pushed around by others
Relationship status: Single Pringle
Room of awakening: The library, found in a large leather chair with her feet prised up on a pouffe

Name: Andrew "Andy" Wills
General appearance: Blonde-brown hair, spiked up naturally. Boringly hazel eyes. Soft features and a nice little smile. Looks like a friendly fellow who you could easily have a chat with
Body shape: Quite tall and a big-build
Defining features: Has a nose ring, also, has a small star tattoo on his wrist
Age: 21
Personality: Quite outgoing and sporty. Doesn't like to sit around and watch things be wasted. More of a doer than a thinker. He doesn't care for rules and will do what he wants rather than what he's being told to. Actually quite a nice guy, just as long as you don't tell him what to do. If you're nice, he's nice, if you're a bit of a twit, he'll be a bigger twit
Relationship status: He's single though he has just broken up with his girlfriend of three months. Turns out that she was seeing another guy behind his back ("the b*tch")
Room of awakening: One of the many bathrooms, in the bathtub

[peachie-keen]

Yayyyyyyyyyyy, I likey. :3 we need a few people in the same rooms toooooo, shall we wait formore joiners? )

[OpenTheDoor]

Awesome Et oui, bien sur. But do you mind moving to messages? I need to ask you something... ;D

[peachie-keen]

Umm, okayyyy, fire away! But ughh, French...

[Cali]

Name: Serra Pierce
General appearance: Golden blonde hair that's wavy and reaches the middle of her back. Rare violet eyes that have a gray hue. High cheekbones, pouty lips. Fair skin.
Body shape: Skinny but voluptuous.
Defining features: Has a tattoo on the back of her shoulder. It says, "Mille verosimili non fanno un vero," in cursive. It's Italian for "A thousand maybes don't make one truth."
Age: 20
Personality: Kind and bubbly and can space out at times. She can be very optimistic.
Relationship status: Single. Broke up with her boyfriend of three years a few months ago. It turned out that he was using her to get to her sister, Kayla Pierce age 18
Room of awakening: On the bathroom floor; the bathroom next to the master bedroom.

[peachie-keen]

Wooohhhhh, just need someone in bed with Dan now, that sounds wrong :')

[Cali]

Would you rather I make it her? Since she's close to the master bedroom anyways?

[Unabound Justice]

I'll do it ^^

[Unabound Justice]

Name: Felicia Auditore (Yes I did.)
General appearance:

Body shape:A little curvy but not really
Defining features: A strange birthmark on her shoulder, a criss-cross scar spanning the length of her back.
Age:21
Personality: Friendly, yet private. She's not very open, but she listens to others people and remembers what they've told her. She'll quote random facts and phobias in situations where she'd frightened or in danger.
Relationship status: It's Complicated. (She's head over heals for one of her good friends, but he and his girlfriend are in a committed relationship and out of respect for them, she wouldn't dare try anything, though she feels like he's flirting with her at times.)
Room of awakening:Master Bedroom next to another boy.

[peachie-keen]

YAY. I'LL START

Danny awoke. At least, he wasn't completely asleep anymore. He was more in the state of semi-consciousness, where you're aware of you're mostly aware of your surroundings, but not completely. But slowly, ever so slowly, as each sense kicks in, you become that little mote awake. The smell was the first he noticed. The freshness of the pillow his face was buried into. The sweetness of the perfume of his lover. He was beginning to hear the soft chirping of the birds, and smiled to himself, turning in his bed, stretching across to wrap his arm around the body next to him. "Katie..." He breathed, now experiencing the taste of new morning breath. Lovely. His fingers clutched onto the soft silk sheets, and he froze. Silk? Katie never bought silk. And on his wages, silk was far too expensive. The last appeared, as his sight made itself known. This wasn't his bed. The wasn't his house. This definitely wasn't his girlfriend.

[Cali]

Serra breathed.
She breathed in the strong scent of bleach.
What?
Eyes peeled open with a flutter, revealing violet eyes that had a smokiness to them. She winced at the bright lights emitting off of the white tile floor. She felt a soft rug beneath her cheek and took a moment to lay there before slowly pulling herself up to an upright positon. She groaned and pressed a hand to her temple. Her brain pulsed with a slight headache as she looked around.
What the fuck..?

[peachie-keen]

A small girl laid sprawled across a luxurious carpet, soft a deep red in colour, which covered a dark varnished oak floor. From under an explosion of black hair, green eyes opened. The girl, Noxi, took a sharp intake of breath, from a bad dream, the kind that vanish the moment you open your eyes. She quickly sat up, legs tucked in, and scuttled to the nearest wall. This wasn't home.

[OpenTheDoor]

Just one more minute...
Andy rolled over in the bath, his neck half hanging over the edge as the sudden light began to pour onto him. It was almost like a switch, like someone suddenly turned around and shone a torch in his face. It was becoming impossible to remain in slumberland.
Screw it.
"Ah, my neck!" he grumbled, trying to ease himself upwards, barely awake, Hate waking up in the tub. I always get the bloody tub...
But as he peered up to the ceiling, he gave a small frown, a confused frown, one that was placed on a confused guy's lips. Yes, he might have just woken up but he was quick to realise that he had one idea where he was.
It wasn't Mike's house.
Or Sara's.
It was way too posh for that.
Maybe it was Greg's?
But as his eyes drifted over and around the bathroom, his eyes laid on the girl on the floor. His brows raised, half wondering if he managed to...y'know... But it would have taken him a while to get that huge dress off of her. To the side, he noted the ajar door and the muffled noises coming from the other side of that. Eh, maybe they'd know?

[peachie-keen]

Haven't got time to reply, but <3 this boy already! :')

[Cali]

The blonde squeaked when she saw the male in the tub. She blushed and covered her mouyh, eyes wide.
"U-Uhm..."

[Unabound Justice]

Felicia yawned softly and burrowed deeper into the cover as the weight shifted. "Morning, Kip," she mumbled, assuming the shifting was her 3 year old Great Dane Kip. "Five more minutes, kay buddy?" When there was no answer, she frowned, "What's the matter, champ?" she asked groggily, pulling herself into a sitting position as she opened her eyes, only to let out a squeal of surprise and bolt away from the man next to her, causing her to topple over the edge onto the floor, "ow..."

[peachie-keen]

Daniel's hands covered his face, and he shook his head, muttering. "I must be dreaming..."
After pushing the covers off of himself, he peered over the edge, to check that he had in fact seen a girl there. One that didn't have long brown curly hair. One that wasn't wearing Winnie the Pooh pajamas. In fact, the girl seemed to be wearing a rather well fitting and formal Victorian style dress. What an odd thing to sleep in. His eyes began to wander to the reat of the room. In fact, the top half of his body had to wander at the same time just to take in everything. He exhaled, just a tincy bit overwhelmed by the chandelier towering over the bed. He peeked over the edge of the bed again, quite unsure of what to say. It must be her house. Or her bedroom at least. "Are...are you alright?" He decided upon.
He froze, his eyes staring blankly at the wall. What if he-? Did they-? He couldnt have. He wouldn't. For the last time, he checked over the edge, just to be certain it wasn't Katie, and he prayed to God it was.

[peachie-keen]

For several minutes, Noxi had been leant up against the wall, breathing heavily, but as her respiration slowed, she began to stand, hoisting herself and her jelly-legs up, while turning her head to take in the whole room. The open fire gently flickering, the elaborate sofas positioned towards it, the oak table, stood with a single brass bell in the centre. This definitely wasn't home.

[Unabound Justice]

Felicia mumbled softly, sitting up with grumble, "I'm alright," she responded, rubbing her head. For a moment, Felicity assumed this was her house. She'd grown up with a wealthy family and taken the company by storm as a 19-year-old entrepreneur. She's pitched other companies out of business. It wasn't long before they'd invited her to be CEO of her father's company. Her old man had sure been proud when she'd booted him out. She shook her head, returning to the matter at hand: this wasn't her room- her's had more colors and the sheets were red silk not white. Last she checked she hadn't had sex the night before. In fact, she'd retired early completely sober so, "What the hell are we doing here?" she asked, covering her mouth quickly. First impressions! her mind scolded, well it's not like it's any worse than waking up in bed next to him.

[peachie-keen]

"This is your house... isn't it?" He asked carefully, moving a hand of nails slowly towards his mouth, beginning to chew the first of many. "I like your lights." He gestured to the ceiling, looking at the expensive lighting arrangement dangling above them.

[peachie-keen]

Carefully, the girl stood, most of her face still covered in a wave of hair, using the wall to hold herself up. she looked down at herself, noticing how uncomfortable, yet strangely flattering her dress was. Or rather, the dress she was wearing. It was one of those victorian or Halloween dress up types, fitted at the waist, the top half near crushing her ribs, tied tighyly at the back with long silk black ribbon, edged with white lace. The little black number then jolted out at her hips, covering a quite ridiculous amount of lace, falling just above her knees. And to match, of course, little white lace pop socks inside little shiny black leather shoes. Not quite to Noxi's taste, but it was a fairly stunning piece of clothing.
The girl's cat-like eyes flickered to the right, where a large door stood proud, and with a couple of steps, she approached it. After a few seconds of staring, she grasped the door knob with both hands, and the while breathing loudly, and pushed down, allowing the girl to peek through the slither between it and the frame. Through it, she spied a corridor, with what must have extended to the whole length of the house,with at least five similar doors on both the left and right walls. And at the end, to complete any mansion, stood a crooked wooden spiral staircase, leading to who knows where.

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