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 Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 8:24 pm
Rp is between Shadowstream-chan and Bleeding Art. Everyone else can just read and enjoy the RP that we are doing.
It's Regency era England. The upperclass women are gossiping away the party filled nights, the men are conversing over brandy and gin, and the children are whispering behind their mother's skirts. Various subjects are being talked and idled about, but none so much as the mysterious man taking residence in the oldest and most expensive estate in the whole of the country side. His presence is legendary, and his character is surrounded by rumors. None have managed to lay eyes on this almost myth of a man, until now.
The Adelgunde Estates
The Adelgunde estate sits on a rather large sum of land that overlooks some of the most fertile area in England. With an expanse of beautifully maintained gardens that form intricate mazes, the public is welcome to tour through the grounds at their pleasing. The large pond is stocked with a variety of game fish, and fishing rods are available upon request. The large structure of the mansion itself is impeccably beautiful. Hand carved statues dot the perimeter, and numerous windows allow natural light and magnificent views.
As impressive as the outside appears, the seldom seen interior is breathtakingly beautiful. An array of rooms, all fully decorated with various pieces of expensive furniture, artwork, and artifacts, concoct an elaborate maze. There are several drawing rooms, each with a well constructed piano-forte and hearty fireplace. A large library is located in the east wing along with a variety of guest rooms. The west wing is the personal retreat for the master of the estate. A large study and master bedroom lie hidden within the west wing's corridors. Two large ballrooms sit awaiting parties and entertainment along with a large formal dinning hall. An expansive kitchen and interconnecting servant's quarters dot the estate in key locations. A large stable is stocked with the finest horses, and various animals such as goats and chickens dot the immediate area. All in all the Adelgunde estate is beyond any grandeur known in England today.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 8:38 pm
◜° Mingan Adelgunde 》xxx
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◜① Society Name ⋮ 'Connor' (As that was his father's name)
◜② Age ⋮ 21
◜③ Birthday ⋮ April 25th
◜④ Sexuality ⋮ Heterosexual
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◜① Height ⋮ 5 foot, 11 inches
◜② Weight ⋮ 170 pounds
◜③ Hair Color ⋮ Jet-Black
◜④ Eye Color ⋮ Brown
◜⑤ Build ⋮ Large and Athletic
◜⑥ Identifiable Features ⋮ He has a tattoo of a large feather on his back which is the only thing that is linked to his ancestor's past.
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「⟣PERSONALITY ⨾
He is a Dependable and Persistent person who doesn't give up easily, and understands that hard work equals a better life. He is a loyal and patient person for anyone he cares about, including family, friends, and a lover if he can ever get one. He is generous to his community trying to do anything to help the people who are not as lucky as he is. Some people say he can be a pretty stubborn person, often not being persuaded to a different opinion. Once his mind is set up, there is no stopping him. What's worse is that he can be materialistic which sometimes he favors work over people, however it is only minor and he can easily stop if he hurts people around him. It is also a dark secret that he is secretly possessive; usually over his things and people he cares about. If you happen to be in his 'love radar'...you'll be in big trouble.
「⟣BIOGRAPHY ⨾
It may seem weird that he looks like the American Indian, which is probably why he has not stepped outside that much because stereotypes of his race are as alive as the parties going on every night. His mother was a servant and the father the owner of the manor, and let's say that created him, boasting some scandals. All in all, the mother had to leave never to return with Mingan in the mansion, always asking questions where his mother was. Being so different from everyone, it created an identity crisis and since the ideal look was pale skin and blonde hair [he has dark skin and black hair], it forced him to stay inside the manor for fear of retaliation against God. So with his hiding, it caused rumors throughout England which made him nervous. So bringing in a stranger into the house is already risking his reputation and safety from the retaliation
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:16 am
◜° Diana Buxton 》xxx xxxxxrighttothe basics! ) xxxxx▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxxxxxxx
◜① Society Name ⋮ N/A
◜② Age ⋮ 19
◜③ Birthday ⋮ August 9th
◜④ Sexuality ⋮ Heterosexual
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◜② Weight ⋮ 119lbs
◜③ Hair Color ⋮ Dark brown
◜④ Eye Color ⋮ Hazel
◜⑤ Build ⋮ Petite
◜⑥ Identifiable Features ⋮ Across her abdomen is a long, winding scar. From what, she won't tell.
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Diana is a quiet, rather shy young woman who has learned to hold her tongue. However, inside she has a fiery spirit and when provoked can get in the faces of those who have conjured her wrath and lay down the law with words alone as she does not believe in physical retaliation of any kind. Along with her temperament she has a curious streak and often listens in on conversations or thumbs through drawers just to get a better sense of things and stay on top of the household. If it means her demise, though, she will hold back for she fears reprimand, having felt the blows of crueler people. Diana is a rather realistic person, not really seeing the glass as half full or empty but not denying the lighter things in life. While as a servant she is well-versed, as a woman she is inexperienced and knows only gossip. She shies away from affection as she is unused to it and often misinterprets it as ill intention.
「⟣BIOGRAPHY ⨾
Diana was born to two servants from a sizable household and from an early age learned to polish silver, scrub the floors, and mind delicates. She knew her status and grew up watching the daughters of the house flounce about in their pretty gowns when she had to make her own clothes, and throw parties of all sizes for any occasion imaginable while she was left cleaning up. It wasn't that she envied them or hated them, no. Diana simply couldn't understand the logic of why only a select few could have the grandeur while others waited in the shadows, only allowed to observe. It made her question society's rules on a number of occasions though she never dared break them, knowing it wiser simply to mind her own and be grateful for what she had.
At 16 she was moved to another master's home, the husband of one of the daughters of the Master she'd served before then, and found herself in Hell. While her former master had been a perfect gentleman of refinement and treated his staff well, her new one seemed the exact opposite. It was there she learned fear. The parties were raucous and wild when the master's wife was away and more than once she'd end up cutting herself on broken glass or porcelain that the men had broken. One evening, just shy of her 19th year, her master became too drunk and stumbled after her when she went to fetch the horses from the stables for his guests. When she denied him her body, for she was truly disgusted by his behavior, he took a whip and lashed her across the stomach. In the morning she was turned out with only the clothes on her back. Glad to be free of the nightmare she moved on and used what little money she had to her name to travel, intending to find work again for someone who would treat her better.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:12 am
◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ Mingan: Owner of Adelgunde Estates  OOC;; Morning was coming through the hills, signifying a new day. It seemed like it was going to be a normal day along the country of England. It also gave another day for the man who owns the estate he lives in. The man with armpit length black hair. It was probably one of the very few things he decided to keep from his mother's culture; long hair and hunting. Of course, he hunts like an Englishman, not an Indian. It was part of his life right now. He woke up hearing the roosters caw, echoing throughout the area as he then wiped his eyes before standing up, He then picked up the bell and flicked his wrist so the tiny bell would chime from his hand. "Bring a servant here to help me get ready for hunting. Once I am out, prepare for breakfast."
He then got up and made sure the bed was made, a habit of his since as a kid...he used it as an excuse to slowly wake up when his....'father' took him out. The man then changed his clothes from night to hunting, so he could get ready. Going outside, he met his trusted house steward to come with him, they were preparing to go out hunting with his Cleveland Bay and some Bloodhounds to help get some deer and some hare. Once on his horse, he then had the horse trot away to which the bloodhounds followed, alongside the steward. They rode out to the forest, with the sun barely coming out. They stopped halfway so they wouldn't scare the deer, as they grabbed their rifles to go find some deer. As they walked along, his steward wanted to ask him something: "I heard there might be a....permanent visitor in the household now?"
Mingan did not look at the man, but he answered back: "You're right, there is a woman who will probably help around the household. You remember the incident at one of the estates? The servant has been kicked out afterward." He then spotted a buck and very far off to the right, so he had the dogs go after the buck so he could shoot at it. "But sir, she is a stranger. It is a bit risky since you are well aware of being born out of a wedlock. Don't you fear retaliation?" Mingan didn't answer as he watched the dogs chasing the buck, with that the boy then aimed his rifle at the deer and pulled the trigger. Once the buck fell to the ground, both men went down the hill to go get their prize. "I am aware. But we do need help around the house as some of the female servants went away to find other work. Gardens and Food need to be tended to you know." Once reaching the deer, he grabbed the dead body by the horns and got his knife from his pocket. He then slowly sliced off the head as he planned to get rid of the unnecessary things from the deer and only use the meat that was deemed edible. "Get me a bag Derick."
Once packing up all the meat, the hunting had continued. Throughout the cold morning, they had searched and searched, only to find a few hares and some birds that the bloodhounds chased so they would fly, and Mingan would shoot upward. With their hunting done, it was time to get back to the estates before the woman arrived. With the meat, they had to store it so it can be used for cooking. With the meat here, the servants grabbed the meat so they could bring it to the cooks to prepare. With the hunting done, he had to do chores and some work....money doesn't just appear out of nowhere after all. He actually had some role in the government business, which is the job his ol' father used to have until he....well...died in bed. So Mingan took over immediately, taking the name of his father; Connor Adelgunde. It probably helped since the rumor of wedlock working with the government would not have fared well.
So with him writing letters, his workers were getting breakfast ready for the woman to enjoy when she is here. Of course, he had planned for the the woman to have a private room; it was his mother's room. He did not want any involvement with that room anymore, and neither did the other servants. His mother left everything behind, so the culture she had lived in was inside that room. To him, it creeped him out so he always locked the door to that room. With only a glass of water, Mingan was continuing to write the letters when a knock emitted on the door. "What is it?" "Breakfast is ready.....and the carriage you brought for the woman to come is about to arrive soon."
Mingan contemplated on this a bit before nodding. "When she gets here, have her sit at the dining table, I'll eat in here for now. Make sure the letter that is on that table given to her...it is her duties here while she is here. She is going to help with the garden and also help clean the manor a bit as well. If she is done, she can help out with kitchen duty as well." He then heard a yes sir from the other side of the door as he then continued writing letters. ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:16 am
 ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||Diana Buxton|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍ It had only been a few months since the incident that left her homeless and without work but it seemed just yesterday, especially when she would wake from night terrors and feel the ghost of the pain from her abdomen. Diana had hardly slept at all that night, anticipation for today making her restless. She had been staying with acquaintances of her parents who worked for a fairly small home, by societal means only as in reality the place was massive and required a staff of nearly a full dozen just to tend the inside. Her role had been to clean the stables and tend to the horses in exchange for her bread and when she wasn't doing that she was to be searching for a more permanent place to stay. Just the month before she'd heard the rumors of a massive manor a couple hours' carriage ride from here that was looking for help. The other rumors surrounding the same manor came with it and she found herself intrigued, to say the least. No one mentioned the demeanor of the master of the manor which she hoped meant that he was kindly. It was said he was never seen and seemed a phantom in his own household which she hoped again meant either he was not cruel or that he would never bother her. She had penned a letter to the estate expressing her interest and relaying her employers, hoping that her last home and job would not count against her in any way. The fact had been she had hated her master but had stayed simply because she felt sisterly to the wife, whom she had grown up with. It had been that reason mostly why she had denied her master when he approached her. Some servants did not see a problem with affairs but Diana did, especially if it meant hurting someone she felt some relative affection toward. His own rumor was she had been the one to approach him and he had lashed her as punishment for even having him consider infidelity. It was no matter. The only response she had managed to receive about whether or not she was agreed upon was days ago a simple letter came stating a carriage would fetch her today and bring her there. This surprised Diana as she had fully expected to be told to find her own way there. At first she thought it was a joke but when the carriage indeed came she hurriedly gathered her things which all fit in a small leather bag, and climbed inside, preparing for the turbulent ride. This time was taken to watch the countryside go by and she loved watching the landscapes change the closer they came. At last she could see the manor and gasped audibly at its grandeur while wondering internally just how big a staff must be employed to keep it spotless. The carriage stopped in the gravel drive and without waiting she opened the door and stepped out with her bag, smoothing her black dress with her free hand. Only one servant stood waiting by the doors, a buxom woman who looked to be nearing thirty with her platinum blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun. She smiled a welcome and Diana returned it shyly, feeling rather sloppy for not having even combed her hair that morning and having worn shoes on her feet, nevermind the less than flattering dress. “At last you arrive, Miss.” The woman greeted. “I am so sorry,” Diana said in return, “I know I must be at least an hour late. It was entirely my fault.” Merely smiling the woman beckoned her inside and she followed, trying furiously to comb her chestnut hair with her fingers to make herself look less travel worn and more like the proper servant she was supposed to be. Her bag was taken and the woman indicated she go through a set of double doors not far off. Diana thought perhaps this was where she was to introduce herself but upon entering she saw it was the dining room. The long oaken table was set for only one with an envelope placed near the silverware. Her thoughts were it was the master's place setting but the letter held her name, penned neatly. Cautiously she moved closer and then snatched the letter as though moving at any slower speed would see her hand caught, and she opened it up and revealed the letter. Inside was merely a formal greeting and a list of her duties, all she had done before with no problem. So this was how mysterious her new master was; he wrote letters. Still that did not explain why there was a place setting at the table but that was answered when another servant came out with what looked like breakfast, indicating she should sit. What scandal! Her, to sit at the master's table, at the head no less, and dine using the silver and china? “Perhaps,” she said to the servant who had come with her meal, “I would be better suited taking this in my quarters. Could someone lead me to my room in the servants' quarters? I should like to know where I am to stay and settle my personals before I get to work.” ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||[[OOC: ]]|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:51 am
◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ Mingan: Owner of Adelgunde Estates OOC;; When Diana would open the letter it was as read:
Dear Diana,
I am the owner of this estate. My name is Connor Adelgunde. This might be strange considering that the house is probably bigger than what you are used to. Although I would love to have you stay for spite, it cannot be free. I must ask that you help my servants with gardening and cleaning around the house. They might ask you to help them out with the kitchen as well, nothing that big.
I would wish to make my appearance to you, but for now I think it's best if we do not meet. I will have a servant later on give you a key and escort you to your quarters. it used to belong to a servant that came from the 13 colonies; an Indian. If you need anything removed from the room, tell someone and we'll get rid of it immediately. Otherwise work will start tomorrow, for now it will be best to explore the house and try to remember the place...it will help out when you work.
The servant could tell Diana was a bit shocked to see she was eating at the table and rather eat it in her quarters. "It was his orders. And he says no one really sits at the dining table anymore. But yes I'll show you your quarters." The woman helped Diana get everything she needed to go and see the quarters she will stay at. It would take them a bit of a walk to get there. They came upon a door that looked to have been recently repaired as the woman unlocked it with they key. Upon opening, some would be shocked. There was artifacts all around and it seemed to be a bit of a darker room, far off from the setting of the estate. It was filled with brown blankets with different symbols, wall decoration that was called 'Dreamcatchers', and some masks that made the Master shiver so it was why the place was always locked. "The master says if you want them removed, we'll do so immediately. It's the only room available." She then realized the room was a bit stuffy so she opened the door fully to get some air in there. "Also he wants you to get the idea of this place, we can't have you get lost when you work tomorrow." She then left the woman knowing she had her duties as well which is sweeping up the place.
As he was eating his breakfast, Mingan had a knock on the door from the servant, telling him that the girl had been shown her room, and will be touring the place she was to work out. With that Mingan stood up and stared through the window, where it was tinted so that he could look down at the garden while everyone was strolling around the place. "Ok Good. Make sure she doesn't cause trouble, and prevent her from getting lost." He then heard a yes sir before the individual left.
Mingan sighed a bit as he then went back to writing letters, it took him until the late of afternoon to where he opened the door again and had another servant go off to travel near town to deliver the letters as he then decided to wander around. He also disguises himself as a 'servant' in case people had arrived. Only the 'real' workers knew of his identity, everyone outside of that would assumed Mingan was part of them. So with that he left with very basic shirt and pants on as he went to his library where he would often study and read for awhile. Some of his books were delivered by an 'unknown' Uncle who was in one of the English territories in India, where some of the spices and writings the man puts down on ink had to go through months upon months of traveling, as he cannot get out of there anytime soon. He then brought out some books as well as journals and decided to write on them, with his servant watching over the 'new girl', he just needs to worry about his work.
With his work done, Mingan stood up and decided to check on the animals. Going through the backdoor of the house, he got out to see the chickens and goats, he needed to make sure they were all ok as their health was also his and the servant's health. With his 'servant' clothes on, he then could hear neighing coming from the stables. A bit concerned, he went on over to the stables to see the little colt wanted to play with someone. Mingan almost snickered a little before coming over and whistled to get the colt's attention.
The colt ran on over, with the mother watching them as Mingan had his hand out with the colt's cold nose against it. "You're still energetic." He then turned his body 360 degrees with the colt still following him, with the nose still against his hand. He was training the colt to listen to him and control his speed so if he got old enough to ride, he wouldn't be a danger to the rider. "Good..." He then got out some berries and fed it to the Colt, which had the mother come over, curious if she could have some. "Alright alright, you too." He then got an Apple and gave it to the mother so she could eat as well. "That's should be it until evening." He gave both of them a good pat on their necks.
He did not want to say that he WAS the master of this place, but it was best since no one will believe that an Indian owns this whole thing after all. So as a servant, he could listen to the people outside and have an excuse to go out without any trouble. So going outside with servant clothes, it was just too easy for people to assume his status. "I wonder where Nando went...must be 'testing' one of the other horses..." ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 12:29 pm
⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||Diana Buxton|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍ Diana was shocked to hear it had been ordered she sit at the table but relieved when the servant did not pressure her to sit. Instead she was led down a series of halls and a winding staircase, all of which she began documenting in her head either by certain paintings or artifacts along the way, to a room still inside the manor. Her mouth opened for protest once more but was quieted as she was informed not only had the room belonged to a former servant, but that it was the only housing available to her. Inside the room was like stepping in to another world. She had heard stories of the natives of the Americas, their red skin and dark eyes and foreign tongues. Heathens, they'd often been called. Savages. What she saw inside her new room seemed to negate those stories and she wandered in, fingering the rough blankets woven with patterns she'd never seen and colors like the setting sun sparked with radiant blues. The servant indicated the masks, saying they could be removed at her request. Diana looked at the masks, tilting her head ever so slightly to study them. There was something unusual about them; an air of mystery. Much like her master. She stepped to one and reached out a careful hand, fingering the slightly dusty wood and leather mask. “No, they are fine.” She said to the servant. Told to use the day to explore at her leisure, Diana was left alone to eat her breakfast. She sat on the sizable bed, having never had such a thing before, and looked around at the exotic findings in the room. A Native American servant. All their things just... here. And where were they? Was this why new help was needed, had this servant run off or gotten ill? Curious, she unpacked her meager belongings and put them away, stopping here and there to touch something or admire another. Perhaps someone here would tell her about this former servant and any tales of the colonies. She loved a good intrigue. Finished at last with her meal she slowly wound her way back to the dining room and from there managed to find the kitchen, ignoring staff protests as she washed everything herself. She'd feel poorly leaving it to someone else when soon it would be her turn to mind these things. That done she began to move through the expanse of the manor, hands clasped before her so she would not feel the urge to touch anything that did not need touching. The name on the letter kept rolling about in her head. Connor Adelgunde. This was the first time she'd heard his full name. And there had been no note on how he wished to be addressed when and if they should meet which said to her it was likely they never would. What did this man have to hide, she wondered. It was dangerous thinking, she knew, but what on Earth could possibly mean becoming a recluse to the point not even your own staff saw you? Well, surely someone did. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a horse whinnying and she stopped, a small smile gracing her lips. Having spent so many months living in the stables she had grown fond of horses, for they were terribly good listeners. Deciding the rest of the manor could wait she found a way outside and made her way to the stables where her eyes landed on a strapping Cleveland Bay who looked to be resting from a busy morning. She held out her hand to touch the muzzle and the horse nudged itself in to her palm. “Good boy,” she praised, petting the horse gently. “Ah, what a beauty you are. Have you a name?” She searched the stall for any sign and if there was one she could not find it. Diana shrugged it off. “No matter, then. Ah, such a fine one you are, strapping and strong. I bet you're a favorite.” ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||[[OOC: ]]|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:00 pm
◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ Mingan: Owner of Adelgunde Estates OOC;; Mingan happened to turn his head when another horse neighed, probably meeting a stranger. So he wasn't surprised when the new girl was there petting the Cleveland Bay horse. He was unsure whether to approach the girl. Mingan eyed a man who was actually Mingan's childhood friend. That friend was Nando who was riding a black Ariegeois. He had returned to the stables to let the horse rest after a good run. He jumped off, and lightly patted the horse to go back in its resting place to drink some water and maybe snack on some hay. He did not take note of the girl until after the Ariegeois went inside his stable. "Oh....are you the new girl?" He did a small goofy grin, kind of showing his friendly and maybe playful personality. But in actuality, he can be quite witty and very good at comebacks whenever needed.
He did take another note of the horse she was petting. "Tallulah's her name. She's the newcomer in this place. I need to test her out tomorrow, see if there is anything that would need to be fixed." He then gave a good firm pat on the horse. "I'm Nando by the way, I run the stables...the best they'll ever get." He kept his small smile, as he then saw two horses coming in; a colt and the mother....including Mingan, the master of the whole estates. Mingan had his thumps rest inside the pant's pockets as he had decided to check around the stables, mostly out of curiosity. Nando stared at the girl and gave an impish grin before sneaking over to the man, focused on a painting which was old and it was of horses roaming on the grassfield. Nando suddenly got an arm around Mingan which almost made the Native Indian jump. "And a morning to you buddy~! Where were you?" Nando knew damn right what Mingan had been doing, hence Nando knows his identity all the workers here knew....well not all of them...just a few. "Cleaning." Mingan mumbled, as he knew saying the wrong things in the wrong way can cause suspicion. "Well buddy, the new girl arrived, why don't you introduce yourself?! We're gonna be seeing her for awhile, and don't go hiding like you always do!" Nando was a bit too friendly when it came to friends, but Mingan knew damn well he used it to his advantage sometimes.
"Alright...." The man muttered before then turning his head toward the girl, his brown eyes stared at her, trying to get an idea of her. She seemed fair, and modest-looking, so she'll fare fine in the estates...that he owns. Both men came to Diana now, Mingan seemed a little irritated but he kept it in the best he could: "Hello ma'am. I'm Mingan. I....work with the stables and the farm animals." Nando let the man go, feeling satisfied about his choice of words. "We're probably a bit too friendly for our damn good sometimes." "You're the one whose too friendly." Mingan countered, but Nando didn't feel like headbutting that comment since there was no time for those type of antics. "If you excuse me, there are some horses I need at the training grounds." He then grabbed Tallulah's reins and had her follow him out, his days were always busy...but he liked that.
Mingan blinked slightly, now trying to find excuses to escape but he guessed a small question from him wouldn't hurt. "I heard you got the Indian room." It was more of a statement than a question, but it will have to do. ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:21 pm
⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||Diana Buxton|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍ Diana just about jumped out of her skin when she heard someone speak to her and it seemed to rattle the horse as well. Steeling herself and squaring her shoulders she turned with a tight smile to a man who looked very handsome but had a gleam in his eye that she knew meant mischief. He introduced the horse to her and then himself before even asking her name which she felt was a bit rude. Then again she knew most servants didn't abide by the societal norms but her parents had brought her up to be just as much a lady as the real ones of the household. Politely she dipped and made her smile a bit more genuine. She was about to declare her name when Nando, the man who had scared her, set his eyes on someone walking this way and decided he was worth more time. This man was very exotic. His skin was dark, like the browns of the blankets in her room, and his features were unlike any others. The most noticeable feature seemed to be his long ink black hair which drifted in the morning breeze. Diana caught herself staring and immediately directed her gaze to the ground, feeling a fool for acting in such a manner. She hoped he would not take offense for she had never seen someone like him before. Nando seemed oblivious and joked about with the new man, who introduced himself as Mingan. A name as strange as he was. But Nando left, leaving the two awkwardly standing there and she fought the urge just to tell him 'good day' and wander back inside. Instead he broke the ice, commenting on her accomodations. “Oh, yes,” she started, fidgeting with a lock of her hair. “It's quite lovely, actually. I've never seen such things before; I've only heard stories. I must say in this case the truth is far better than fiction.” She looked up, realizing with a flush of her cheeks she had done the very thing she had inwardly chided Nando on. “Do forgive me. My name is Diana. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Mingan.” ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||[[OOC: ]]|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:42 pm
◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ Mingan: Owner of Adelgunde Estates OOC;; Mingan nodded at her. "I take it Nando was asking for your name then ignored it?" He then turned his head to see Nando holding Tallulah's reins, giving them a big distance as the horse was ordered to trot around him, probably seeing if Tallulah can trot, and walk on demand. It would help her out in the long run if she can do so. "Nando is...a complicated man. He means no harm though." He then could see she was somewhat looking away from him. "And do not worry...I am not a cannibal. You don't have to look away like that."
Then some noises could be heard, which was a carriage, and by Nando's face, it was recognizable. Mingan decided he needed to see what Nando saw, and that made him glare at the carriage as he knew the neighbor. That neighbor has harassed Mingan for a long time, for...well...being an Indian of course. It was no surprise to hear him make racial slurs toward him, Nando also stared at the carriage, as he knew this neighbor. This neighbor had been around for as long as both of them have lived. The carriage seemed to stop at the path which had Nando go over to see what was going on "Let's see what this berk has to say. Can never be good." Mingan followed as well, eyeing Diana and had his hand go down as if telling her to stay there. "He's no good man, seeing you will tempt him to flirt with you." He then caught up with Nando who had Tallulah follow as well since they can't leave her alone. "Seems like our 'favorite' is back again huh?" He didn't know if the woman was going to follow, but if she was, he'll have to be firm and make sure the neighbor didn't get any ideas.
The man inside the carriage was the 'ideal' English-man; Blonde hair, Blue eyes, and had a nice slender, yet masculine appearance. The man went through a lot of women, so he had some commitment issues no doubt. It was why Mingan asked that she did not follow them. "Good Afternoon Gentlemen." Mingan and Nando glared back but they kept their inner-feeling inside. Nando did the talking. "Afternoon to you, where are you going on this fine day?" His words hissed a little, but he made sure it was not obvious. The man inside the carriage did not seem phased by this. "Just going to check my fine brewing company, sometimes I need to check on it, and make sure that it is in working order." "More like making sure people are sick and in bad condition." Mingan mumbled which grabbed the man's attention. "Did you say something Bushn*gger?" He emphasized that word as Nando snapped. "Watch that tongue Aldwin. Master is not fond of your 'behavior' of calling names to his servants." Mingan then glared back and then gave Nando a sign holding two fingers, it meant get rid of that guy. 'Master had gotten your usual letters about a part, and sorry that he cannot accept it. Your parties are usually...'boorish' according to some people."
"Boorish! Boorish is it? He never has left the house since that 'servant' left. Is it true that he hides in that house because of the shame he put onto himself for seeing that Squaw?" Nando flicked his hand, showing irritation and the urge to punch him. "Go tend to your stupid brewery Adwin, far as I heard....it's sales have gone down no?" Nando stabbed the man with the last word, as Adwin frowned and ordered his man to immediately go off. Nando and Mingan just stare at the carriage as it slowly becomes smaller and smaller off the distance. Nando shook his head: "That damned man, calls himself religious when he goes through women like a dog goes through its bones." He then pat Mingan on the shoulder before then going to turn back. They got back to the new girl "Sorry for that miss, that neighbor is nothing but a skanky individual. So much for your relaxing day eh?" Then Mingan decided to jab him and mention slightly he never got the girl's name. The man's face flushed. "Oh crud I did it again did I?" "You need to learn to not interrupt a conversation, especially if one gives a name." "Was that taught?" Nando had lived in the orphanage where it was a free-for-all, and also a kill or be killed situation so manners were...sort of at the back of their heads. "So sorry Ma'am." ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 2:03 pm
⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||Diana Buxton|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍ Her face turned an unsightly shade of red upon Mingan's comment and she immediately snapped her head up to explain herself but had no time as his attention was drawn away by an approaching carriage. The man signaled her to stay, explaining the reason and she dug her heels down in the dirt. There was no need for her to get mixed up in business that was not hers especially if one of the parties had a wandering eye. She'd had enough of that to last her a lifetime. Both Nando and Mingan approached the carriage and out stepped a strapping and very dashing man who eyed the two with contempt. She could just barely hear the exchange over the noises of the animals but she made out enough to feel venom in her veins. For the moment she ignored the nugget of information that had just been dropped and looked about her, seeing a sizable rock not far away that was roughly the size of her hand. Taking it she waited until the carriage began to retreat and threw it as hard as she could, not knowing whether it would strike or not. Her nostrils flared with anger. But the two men turned back her way and she tried her best to calm herself by busying herself with smoothing her skirts and apron, hands shaking. They apologized for the incident, apparently it was nothing new, and she forced a smile. “It's alright, really. One sees these things when one is a servant.” Nando apologized once more for his mistake. “Well, at any rate, my name is Diana. It's lovely to meet the both of you.” Her eyes then turned to Mingan, forcing herself to keep her eyes on his face this time. “I owe you an apology as well for staring. I'm afraid even for a servant I am sheltered and have only seen White faces along with the occasional Negro. I promise you I thought nothing ill of you. We are all here to make the best of this household and ensure its prosperity in certain aspects. I wish to get along with everyone if it can be helped, so do please accept my sincerest apology for my behavior.” ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||[[OOC: Diana: Oh look a rock hit the bad man on the head I wonder who threw that.
Bad Man: I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, GADGET! NEXT TIME! *carriage drives away madly*
I'm sorry I've had a lot of caffeine today and everything is funny.]]|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 2:29 pm
Bleeding Art Oh god, not the caffeine XD ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ Mingan: Owner of Adelgunde Estates OOC;; The men took note of her throwing a rock which shocked the both of them. Mingan immediately was horrified but Nando had to hold his laughter, as thankfully the rock didn't even get close to the carriage. "Well, you got lucky it didn't hit the carriage, it would've gotten worse from there." Mingan was too horrified to comment on it, cause that would've meant violence.
Even though the lady apologized for her staring at him, Mingan did not respond, his fear still lingered...did he make the right decision having this girl here?! Regardless he just gave her a nod and tried to keep his mouth sealed for fear his feelings could jeopardize his identity. "Well seems like you still got some exploring to do, I gotta tend to Tallulah here." He pat the horse a little as they both had to continue training which got interrupted by that neighbor. Mingan took a breath, alone once again in this awkward situation. "I have to do a few things also...goodbye." He then walked off, planning to visit the dogs to make sure they are ok before writing more...as money did not grow on trees after all. He knew he'll have to keep his eye on the girl for a bit.
The day would go on by and go toward the early evening. It was time for everyone to be done of work for the day. Mingan had already made sure the cooks were doing their job, as paid to do, as he knew when workers are fed properly, they work better. He decided to eat in his office again, needing to get some work done. So the workers ate at a different area which was a simple room with a decent-looking table for them, Nando would be included in this. He always hated the fact Mingan cannot just sit with them for once, always having to work. He had his plate of food which was rabbit stew as he searched for the new girl, knowing she will have questions. So he sat with her as he ate: "Mingan never liked crowds, he's probably eating outside somewhere." It was a lie but it was so she wouldn't be suspicious. "Well, your work starts tomorrow, your gonna be a busy camper with the garden...boy do the visitors love that garden, it has very high expectations." He knew as many people liked to come and just see the place, exotic and familiar plants shared the same home. "I see you like the horses, have you worked with horses before?' He took a bite of his food, after asking her the question anyways. ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 2:49 pm
⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||Diana Buxton|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍ She was surprised neither man seemed to admonish her for what she'd done, though she did see Mingan looked like he would have preferred dying on the spot. It was rather out of character for her and the wrongest thing to do when she was trying to make a perfect first impression, but the man had made her angry. What had given him the right to use such language around anyone? So yes Mingan was of different heritage and possibly another country altogether but he was still a person. Indians had souls, didn't they? He was a mysterious man but he obviously knew right from wrong which in her book made him more worthy of God's love than the man who had harassed him. Both men dismissed themselves shortly after, each having their own work to tend to and again Diana felt rather silly having the free time that she did but knowing ultimately it would help with her work. She returned to the manor and once more began her exploration, taking note of the silver and brass and trying her best to guess how long it would take to clean each piece. She hated doing it since it turned her hands practically black and they would reek of the polishing solution and metal for hours but when you are a servant you don't exactly get a say in what you do. If you're good at something, that is what you do. Even if you were menial at something and no one better was there, you did it. Eventually night began to fall and the woman who had greeted her led her to where everyone was eating. It wasn't until she smelled the delicious stew that she realized she was even the least bit hungry and she took her serving gratefully, sitting amongst the others. She saw Nando but did not see his companion Mingan. The former came and sat himself down beside her without an invitation, not that she minded, and seemed to be reading her mind by explaining where the native would have gone to eat his supper. “Yes, the garden is lovely.” She chimed. “It will be hard work to keep up with it, but I don't mind it. The end results will always be worth a little back ache.” She'd tended gardens before. None so lavish but she imagined it wasn't that much different aside from size and being more careful when pulling weeds. Nando spoke again and her eyes dropped to her supper. “My temporary residence had me sleeping in the stables with the horses, so I grew fond of them. I didn't do anything too complicated with them; mostly feeding, cleaning the stalls, and grooming or saddling them for riding.” Diana swirled her spoon in the stew before taking a small bite, her embarrassment at such at admittance betraying her appetite. “I truly do not hope my actions today reach the master of the house. I've been reprimanded for far less, and seeing as I've only just arrived this morning...” she sighed. “As strange as the circumstances here are, everyone I have met today has treated me well. I should like to stay.” ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||[[OOC: Hahaha, yeah I can't help it.]]|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 4:59 pm
◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ Mingan: Owner of Adelgunde Estates OOC;; Nando laughed when she got worried that her actions do not reach the master of the house, if only she knew the master of the house was right in front of her that entire time. "The Master knows everything! You cannot hide it from him for long. No worries, I think he would be ok since you didn't even reach the carriage. And it's good you wanna stay, work starts tomorrow for you." Nando continued eating until he was done, satisfied.
Night would be up, and everyone would get to their sleeping quarters, including Mingan who had finished eating and writing letters so he got to bed, exhausted from the writing.
Morning had approached and one of the servants responsible for waking up everyone knocked on each of the sleeping quarters viciously, even at Diana's door. "Wake up! It's six o'clock!" She would also wake up the master if needed but he already woke up, having finished with his hunting for the day, now giving some leftover food from last night to the dogs so they had a good meal. He gave out a grin before going to his room to change into work clothes, deciding he needed to make sure he keep an eye on that new girl. The stables were next to the garden but the vines are a barrier so the beautiful things are away from the dirty things. Some of the servants that were done with gardening are the ones doing the job of tending to the chickens, and goats as well.
Mingan liked the dogs, that was the Master's only job. As he walked out to the garden one of the dogs escaped from the pack and followed the Indian to the garden. It was a border collie, saved from disastrous weather from the master so he always preferred him than the other dogs. "You ever socialize with the other dogs?" Mingan didn't care, he liked having a friend who didn't speak, nor judged by the skin color. So the man pat the dog lightly as both wandered around the gardens trying to find Diana to make sure she does her job right. ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯ ● ◯
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 5:44 pm
⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||Diana Buxton|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍ Morning came and she was up before the sun, ready to get to work. Diana didn't feel right having nothing to do so she spent the hour or so before she was meant to be out, arranging her room the way she wanted it and dusting what had been neglected. Amongst the trappings of the room she found a carved wooden box with some trinkets obviously from the New World, one of them a beaded necklace with a feather carved from what felt like bone. Deciding no one was going to claim it she put it on and tucked it in the collar of her dress so it would not be too obvious she had it. Finally a knock came at her door and she started out, getting some breakfast before grabbing a hat and gloves to go work in the garden before the heat of the day drove her elsewhere. Her hair was pulled back and braided to stay out of her face. She began by pulling weeds, working them by the root from the soil and tossing them in to her wicker basket to discard elsewhere. Many of the flowers in the garden she'd never seen before and she made note to ask someone for a list of just what was planted, not only for her own curiousity's sake but to better know how to care for them and see them thrive. Getting in to a steady rhythm of her work she began to hum an old song her mother used to sing her at bedtime. It was some tale of a lost love and a lover waiting for eternity for their return. The melody sounded prettier than the words, that's what she had always liked. As the morning drove on she got up to move to another section of the garden and stopped, hearing a dog nearby. Within seconds she caught sight of Mingan, with said dog, looking as though he were looking for something and trying to be discreet about it. “Good morning, Mister Mingan,” she greeted, giving a polite curtsy. “I trust you slept well.” Diana wanted to be as courteous as possible to him, not only to prove she bore no ill will, but to at least try and keep on friendly terms with some of the staff. Nando seemed to be a given and she was grateful for his spirit, but this mysterious man had seemed reluctant to be anything but the most distantly polite as possible. She herself was guilty of such behavior but being on the receiving end was no fun, she found. ⁌ [•] ⁌ [•] ⁌ ||[[OOC: I hope you had a good Christmas smile ]]|| ⁍ [•] ⁍ [•] ⁍
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