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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 6:25 pm
Lysander saw the one guy walk up to him, and went through much mental struggle to keep his face from altering due to his irritation. The butler was taller than him. It was one of Lysander's little quirks, ever since he was young, he hated being shorter than anyone. And this guy was taller than him. Sure, maybe by only an inch or two, but he was still taller. At least he had the decency to leave his bass alone. Lysander followed off after the man wordlessly, but his eyes were scanning everything possible. His mind was taking pictures, drawing maps, and doing many other things that he subconsciously did out of paranoia. The butler seemed to be very curt, which Lysander appreciated. Especially in his groggy state. As Lysander passed by Ainsley, he had noticed that she seemed to turn irritable when he had brushed against her earlier, so he just set his hand on her shoulder, his silent way of apologizing and comforting someone. When Lysander and the butler got away from everyone, Lysander spoke very softly to him.
"I take it you know about my... business. You do understand the situation, correct? If you tell anyone, you will be forfeiting your life, as well as theirs."
Lysander's voice had become little more than a growl, as his voice did whenever he was threatening someone. He took his business very seriously, and didn't hesitate to do whatever it took to protect it.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 7:01 pm
 Alexander Matthews OpsonButler and personal advisor to Miss Dakota.(()) The servants must have already taken the guests to their rooms, because Alix didn't pass anyone on the way to his. It was a good thing, too, because there was no way he'd be able to hide his condition from anyone. Tears were pouring down his face, and it took all of his willpower not to sob out loud and attract attention. He could feel all of the sadness, all of the fear reverberating around the mansion. If it had just been one or two people, he would have been able to ignore it, but it was most everyone in the house all at once, and he was too tired to fight off the feelings.
He finally managed to find his door and slipped into his room quickly. Then he started to sob aloud. But not because of the emotions of the other servants. His room was designed to block their thoughts. This time, the feelings were his own. His own feelings of inadequacy had bubbled up while he was weak and before long, it wasn't Steven he was crying about anymore. He felt sorry for himself. He felt weak and stupid and...
His fit got worse. He stopped crying entirely, his face unreadable. Fits of sobbing came sporadically as he readied himself for bed. He tossed the folder onto the nightstand by his bed and slowly changed into his comfy fleece pajama pants. He threw himself into his bed and started to cry silently again. It was so comfortable. A soft, fluffy quilt and fluffy down pillows on a fluffy, soft matress with soft, clean sheets and a fluffy fleece blanket for him to hug. It rather felt like laying on a cloud. He comfortably cried himself to sleep.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 7:44 pm
Yoh was used to threats. He'd been threatened quite a bit in his past, and this one was nothing new. "Of course. Your information is strictly confidential. And, as long as you threaten me, please don't make that little 'I don't make threats, I make promises' line. You haven't a clue how overused it gets, and how boring it is after about the third or less time." He just wanted to make sure Lysander knew that using that line wouldn't make him original. "Ah, here's your room."
Yoh stopped in front of a wooden door, and, setting down the suitcase in his left hand, produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He opened it carefully, then picked up the suitcase and entered the room. He put the suitcases on top of the dresser, then returned to the door to get the key out. He held it out to Lysander. "This is your room key. Don't lose it. Now I suggest you get some sleep." With that, he turned to go.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:06 pm
Lysander didn't speak to the butler after he had made his threat. As soon as he heard a confirmation, Lysander stopped listening. He didn't care what else he did. When they got to his room, Lysander looked around, and took his key. He closed the door rather abruptly behind the butler, and then looked to the room. Great, more work. Lysander, the ever paranoid one, began searching every square inch of his room. For what, you ask? For bugs, of course. And weapons. And peep holes. And anything else that Lysander found to be a bad thing. He scoured the room, taking his time as he was getting tired. Better to be slow than sloppy. Lysander searched the room for an unmeasurable amount of time, and, when he finally finished, without looking at the clock, Lysander fumbled with the knife hidden on him and put it under his pillow. He never went anywhere without it. Lysander clambered into his bed, and, without bothering to undress or even go under the covers, he went to go to sleep. But, there was a problem. That dratted sun. Lysander, thoroughly annoyed now, went to the curtains and closed them abruptly, blocking out the sun. Great, it was already morning. Meh, like he cared. He was nocturnal, anyways. Lysander threw himself on his bed, and then fell asleep, both hands on his knife. As he drifted off into his slumber, a drifting thought came to his mind to bother him for the rest of his soon-to-end consciousness: Ainsley was quite attractive...
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 5:03 am
((@Shadow - Ah, apologies. I assumed the guests were all teenagers. My bad. I'll edit the post.))
Zenith continued to the top of the stairs and into a corridor to the left. A few steps down the hall he heard Will's question. He panicked slightly, as this put him in a sticky situation. He had been hoping the guests would be too tired to ask questions. He paused and turned around to face Will. He shook his head before making a vague gesture to his mouth and waving his hand dismissively. He hoped that Will would understand from this that Zenith, and all the servants, had been instructed to remain silent for tonight. Then again, the gesture had been relatively ambiguous. He could have been indicating that he was a mute for all Will knew. He turned away to continue down the hallway, biting his lip slightly. He was frustrated by his inability to explain the situation, he did not enjoy inclarity. Oh well, as much as it bugged him, it didn't really matter. Any misunderstandings could be rectified at a later point.
Zenith walked firmly down the hall, his footsteps issued in a perfect rhythm. This was how he got when it came to his work, thorough, precise - he was a perfectionist, even when his work simply consisted of behaving formally and showing people where things were. A series of turns and a brief set of steps lead them to the door of Will's designated room. Zenith didn't see anyone else around. Had Dakota given the guests rooms as far from one another as possible? How much thought had she put into this? Perhaps he was wrong, and they were just the first - or last - to arrive at the rooms. He couldn't hear any movement, but the guests were tired, they would probably sleep straight away. To be honest, Zenith had become sick of his own curiosity. He was too tired for theorising, even with the caffeine in his system. It was irrelevant. He shouldn't care. He took the key to the room from his pocket and unlocked the door before handing the key to Will. Another gesture, this time to the door. Once again, he hoped Will would understand from this that he was expected to stay in his room for the time being. Just to be sure, Zenith raised his arm to Will and indicated to 12 on his watch. Mid-day, it was four already. Eight hours of sleep if he got to it straight away. I wonder if I’ll get any sleep… He bowed slightly again, and waited for Will to dismiss him.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:49 pm
((Sorry...I totally forgot about sam...he keeps drifting to the back burner...oh well...I'll get it balanced out soon.))
Sam saw the one he was supposed to direct to her room. He walked up to her politely and helped her with her things. He then made a motion for the girl to follow him. As he stared up the stairs, it became evident to him that he wasn't tired. Well so much for sleep tonight. Maybe later he could catch Dakota before she went to sleep. Sam suddenly threw them thoughts aside. No better to stay away from Dakota, there was something about her that unnerved him. He would never let anyone else know it but something about her, weither it was the way she walked or talked or what he didn't know, threw him off balance, messed with the way he would usually think.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 3:02 pm
Aya followed Nicky through the halls to the door. When she opened the door for her, she quietly thanked her and stepped in.
((Eh. Writer's block really sucks. >.>))
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 5:16 pm
Leo chuckled at Dakota. "Well, pop a couple of sleeping pills and get to sleep!" He chuckled again as he took her hand and began toward the mansion, acting like her chauffeur, and since he was her personal guard, chauffeur tied in nicely. Leo walked in silence until the two entered the house. He dropped her hand as they walked to and up the stairs. Leo stopped at his door. "Goodnight, my Lady." He said, sarcasm heavy in his voice. "You better get your beauty sleep. Don't want to look like a 23 year old for our guest!" Leo laughed quietly as he unlocked his door and entered, closing it behind him. Leo closed his window and sat on his bed, thinking to himself. After a minute or two, he undressed and slipped under his covers, slowly falling asleep.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 7:20 pm
Dakota sighed as she went to her door. She entered the front of her bedroom, which was actually considered her office. She walked to the back where the bedroom was actually located and quickly dressed into something other than formal wear. Quietly she slipped back into her office and started on paperwork. It needed to be done and Dakota surely wasn't going to sleep anytime soon...
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 9:31 pm
Yoh, after hearing the door behind him being slammed shut, proceeded to strut importantly around until he came across his room. Once inside, he set his mask on the desk, closed the door, and promptly stripped himself of the uptight suit and pulled on his white, open shirt and a pair of green jeans. He didn't know why, but he found that green rather suited him.
Obviously, from the jeans and such, he wasn't going to sleep. He was tired, sure, but it wasn't like it was the first time he'd had to stay up till three in the morning. No, Yoh was going downstairs to make himself some coffee. And maybe he'd set that plan into effect. Not today, since Dakota would obviously be too busy to make sense of whatever he was talking about, but soon enough...
As soon as the downstairs was cleared out, Yoh headed downstairs and into the kitchen to make himself some coffee, as promised. With a cup of the frighteningly black liquid, he decided, on a whim, to bring Dakota some. He'd been thinking about her earlier, after all, and she must be dead tired by now. With this in mind, Yoh took the other cup in his right hand and headed back up to Dakota's room. Carefully, he set his own cup on the floor, and gently knocked on the girl's door.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 4:24 pm
Dakota looked up from her paperwork, glasses slipping off her face. She wore them to help her concentrate. 'Who in the world...I figured everyone would be asleep by now...' She stood, streching, and walked to open the door quietly. When she saw Yoh she smiled. "Hey! Come on in." She opened the door for him and started towards her desk again. "Why aren't you asleep? You look as if your about to fall over." Dakota smiled, not even the least bit tired.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 4:49 am
Yoh smiled and headed in. "I may look like I'm going to fall over, but in reality, since I spent most of today sleeping, I'm not tired at all. Anyway..." He stared at her chipper awake-ness. "Well, it's not as if you need this, you swirling ball of sugar and hormones, but this is for you, when you do get tired." He set her cup of coffee down. "It seems I'd forgotten that you were a teenager for a moment. Ah, well."
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 2:22 pm
Dakota's eyes lit up when she seen the coffee. She took it in her hands and smelled it. "Yea a genious teenager" she said softly before taking a sip of coffee. She smiled and put it on her desk. She looked back over the paper she'd had in her hand before Yoh decided to intrupt her. "What brings you here anyway?" She didn't look up from her paper as she spoke, her glasses sliding down her nose a bit.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:29 pm
Nicky set the bags down on the table in the room. Then she walked over and pointed out that she has her own bathroom. She smiled and bowed. She could see that the Aya was tired, she she left the room quietly and shut the door.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 7:45 pm
Will blinked and then smiled and nodded, "Another time," he said, "it's late, should let everyone get some rest." He went into the room and took a look around. Spacious for one, practically a small apartment, not hotel room. He sat down on the bed, and leaned back, not being able to sleep. So many questions, too little time tonight, it would take more than a night to get full answers anyway. Why were they all here, what plans did Dakota have, and what would all go down? The thoughts went through his mind as he looked up at the ceiling. Putting on his headphones he started listening to Fluke and fell asleep shortly.
After a while, he had the usual dream, followed by the usual waking up in a cold sweat. He had been to a few psychiatrists about it, but it never helped, didn't make it go away, it was always brought back up when people were interviewing him. He wish they didn't, but then they'd pull the whole freedom of the press bull s**t and it wasn't really worth the time, which is why he had to get away from the city.
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