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AbbieNoel
Guest
Original poster
Black heels quietly clicked across the tile; A young woman entered the main room of Black Manor. Her eyes held a fierce stare, her body slowly inching towards the door. "Julius.. Where are you, my dear?"
A man with long, gray hair entered the room, his grayish-blue eyes fixated on the woman near the door. "Serena, dear.. Come play with me." It wasn't long before the woman noticed the skeleton behind him. She rolled her eyes, walking away as he began to twirl with the skeleton. The dance was slow and oddly captivating. Serena walked into the dining area, snapping her fingers slowly. "Hurry, dear.. The guests will be arriving. That is when we shall play."
Julius smiled, sitting the skeleton down in a nearby chair and hurrying after Serena. "Shouldn't we notify Abigale?" Serena slowly wrapped her arms around Julius, hugging him tightly and giggling. "Silly me.. I told you who was in charge, didn't I? That harlot need not to know as much as I, correct?"
The strange man nodded, a small smile flitting across his handsome lips. "Correct, my lovely Serena."
The sound of their footsteps clicked across the stone floor; A small whistled tune could be heard.
"Welcome to Black Manor."
A man with long, gray hair entered the room, his grayish-blue eyes fixated on the woman near the door. "Serena, dear.. Come play with me." It wasn't long before the woman noticed the skeleton behind him. She rolled her eyes, walking away as he began to twirl with the skeleton. The dance was slow and oddly captivating. Serena walked into the dining area, snapping her fingers slowly. "Hurry, dear.. The guests will be arriving. That is when we shall play."
Julius smiled, sitting the skeleton down in a nearby chair and hurrying after Serena. "Shouldn't we notify Abigale?" Serena slowly wrapped her arms around Julius, hugging him tightly and giggling. "Silly me.. I told you who was in charge, didn't I? That harlot need not to know as much as I, correct?"
The strange man nodded, a small smile flitting across his handsome lips. "Correct, my lovely Serena."
The sound of their footsteps clicked across the stone floor; A small whistled tune could be heard.
"Welcome to Black Manor."