BrokenDollEyes
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- Posted: Sun, 01 Mar 2015 21:23:29 +0000
A small fishing port known to the locals as Dead Man's Alley is home to a quaint little Victorian home. Recently remodeled to accommodate the ever growing tourists that want to flock to an old world port. Even if the town's people hate the attention they admit that with out the attention the place would be a ghost town.
But when you enter the towns limits and greeted with hostile stares. Mothers yanking their kids closer to them as old men mumble about another wave of people. Ignore them! Only one person seems not afraid of an unfamiliar face. The girl stands about four feet high with unusual silver hair and piercing blue eyes, lop sided smile puts you at ease. Instead of speaking she simply points to the newly painted Victorian house about a mile
up the road. It's brightly lite against the grey of clouds that hang in the air. A sign is all alight with the words Silver Bells. With out much more promoting from the little girl a wave is given as you head towards the home.
The streets patrons part away from you as they ignore your venture to the establishment. Their saving grace for life and they shun it. People are an odd bunch, upon climbing the stairs that lead to the modernized porch you enter with out a knock. Automatically knowing its not a private home. The first scent to hit you is peppermint then the pleasant smell of wood burning. Moving past the blue tone walls of the plain foyer and in to the heart of the home. The once living room and dinning area had been completely torn down. Instead was a rather impressive bar boasting stools that lined the elegant cheery wood counter top. Chairs and couches lounge around the area mainly in front of the roaring fire place.
Servants of varying ages and species roam about with happy faces. Speaking to you as they go, letting you know if anything is needed to let them know.
Welcome to the Silver Bells[/align ]
But when you enter the towns limits and greeted with hostile stares. Mothers yanking their kids closer to them as old men mumble about another wave of people. Ignore them! Only one person seems not afraid of an unfamiliar face. The girl stands about four feet high with unusual silver hair and piercing blue eyes, lop sided smile puts you at ease. Instead of speaking she simply points to the newly painted Victorian house about a mile
up the road. It's brightly lite against the grey of clouds that hang in the air. A sign is all alight with the words Silver Bells. With out much more promoting from the little girl a wave is given as you head towards the home.
The streets patrons part away from you as they ignore your venture to the establishment. Their saving grace for life and they shun it. People are an odd bunch, upon climbing the stairs that lead to the modernized porch you enter with out a knock. Automatically knowing its not a private home. The first scent to hit you is peppermint then the pleasant smell of wood burning. Moving past the blue tone walls of the plain foyer and in to the heart of the home. The once living room and dinning area had been completely torn down. Instead was a rather impressive bar boasting stools that lined the elegant cheery wood counter top. Chairs and couches lounge around the area mainly in front of the roaring fire place.
Servants of varying ages and species roam about with happy faces. Speaking to you as they go, letting you know if anything is needed to let them know.
Welcome to the Silver Bells[/align ]