It was simply unbelievable. One day Wade had been sitting in his small and worn down kitchen in a small city apartment, crying by the dining table while he went through bills that he was unable to pay. His life was falling apart in rapid speed, and there was nothing to stop it. But then a letter had appeared between all the ones with bad news, and today he was standing here. In his very own mansion, with more money on his account than he was able to count. The letter had been from his grandfather. Or, no, from his grandfathers attorney. The old man that Wade had lost contact with while growing up, had died and left only one name in his will. Wade R. Holmes. He had read the letter five times, and still not belive it. Not until he was sitting in the attorneys office and signing all the papers that put him as the legal owner of it all. No, who was he kidding, he still didn't belive it. Standing there in the grand entry hall, he was still expecting someone to jump out and yell "gotchya!". All his grandfathers belonging where now his. He knew he shouldn't feel too special about it, he was the only grandson after all. Why his parents had been skipped was a mystery though. Or, they had never really liked his grandfather, saying he was weird and that Wade shouldn't spend so much time with him. Maybe not so weird that they had been left nothing then. "Mr Homes, welcome!" a tall and slim woman said when Wade hesitantly entered the entrance hall. The door had been opened, not to his surprise since he had been told someone would meet him here. He hadn't expected someone so well dressed though. She was wearing a grey pencil skirt and white blouse, which made him feel quit underdressed in his dark jeans and amber sweater.The woman walked up to him, a large smile on her face. "I'm Dian, the runner of this house. Sorta like your personal butler. May I take your coat?" Wade blinked at her in surprise. "You're my what?" he asked, and noticed the woman's outstretched hand. Oh right, the coat. He quickly shrugged it off and handed it to her. She looked quit young, maybe a few years older than him. Her dark blond her was tied up in a sharp pony tail, eyes a light brown and he got the impression that she was always smiling. "Yes, your new home is fully staffed and I'm the one who overlooks it all. Any question or trouble, please take it up with me," she said and folded his coat over her arm. "Fully staffed? Wait, you mean servants?" he asked shocked. "No no, that's really not necessary, I won't need any of that." People working for him? No, that just felt weird. Her smile haltered a little, but she quickly corrected it. "Please, Mr Homes–" "Wane, please," he interrupted. This 'Mr Holmes' was another weird thing. She sighed, but still smiling. "Fine. Wane, you have to understand that this is a large property that needs a lot of tending too. Are you going to clean all the room yourself? Take care of the gardens? Tend all the animals?" She tilted her head a little. "And not to mention all the people who would be very upset if they lost their jobs." "Oh..." Wane said. He hadn't thought that far. And she was right, he wouldn't be able to take care of all that by himself. "Sorry, you're right." "No need to apologies, sir," she said, her voice as friendly as ever. "Now, would you like a tour? Or maybe some refreshments? I hope getting here wasn't too much of a bother." Wane just shook his head and looked around. Would he ever get used to how big it was? "I don't need anything right now, thank you," he answered and looked at her again. "I thought I'd start with checking out the fish thank?" There had been a catch to getting all of this. His grandfather apparently had a rare fish collection or something. Anyway, Wane had to promise to take care of it and not get ride of any of the fishes. It sounded easy enough, so Wane had agreed to it. Now he wanted to check it out, since he couldn't remember ever seeing it on his visits at his young age. He was eager to see what was so special about it. "Ah, yes," Dian said and her smile disappeared. "The fish thank... That would be in the basement. I'll show you the way." Basement? That's weird, he thought and followed her. They went down a hall, and she stopped by a heavy door that needed a code to be opened. She pressed it in and told him the combination. "It's down here," she said when the door swung up. She leaned in and flicked a switch, and the next second a bright light showed him a winding staircase disappearing downwards. "Okay, thank you," he said and looked at her, but she made no move that said she was going to follow him. He sighed and headed down the stairs, eager to get the task over with so he could explore the rest of the house. The message had said he would find instructions by the thank. Hopefully the list wasn't too long. He stepped off the last step and looked into complete darkness. After some fumbling on the wall, he found the switch. Light after light flickered on trough a grand hall, and a gaps escaped him. Thank? This was nothin less than a pool. ----- Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Name: Wane R. Holmes Age: 23 About: Wane always tried his best and is a hard working student. He don't have a lot of friends after focusing on school rather than socializing. He is friendly but a little shy, always helpful (and can quickly put other before himself, but he learned his lesson after his last girlfriend), curious, adventures - but also a little nervous about trying new things. Likes: Reading, traveling, hiking Dislikes: ... don't know yet. Being the center of attention.