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Nov 09, 2012 03:28PM
Belonging to Rosalie Braxton, played by Jessi (OMG SKULDUGGERY). It really belongs to Lord Braxton. It is a wonderful house, with graceful arbors and large grounds. Most of the money was spent on the outdoors instead of indoors, so it employs plenty of gardeners and grounds keepers and the grounds are most certainly the best part of the house. The inside is still magnificent, but it isn't what you would expect in a lord's house.
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I was bored. Absolutley BORED. I thought I might go insane with the boredom; infact, I probably did.
My father wasn't a buisness man, he had no wife; and he was losing all of his money on gambling at the various "dinner parties". Now he was abroad, looking for a new wife. I was bored, waiting, and waiting, and waiting... I recieved a letter every now and again, telling me how lovely London, Paris, Rome, etc. was; and I was stuck in my very own, gigantic prison cell. Sure, I had all of the... servants, but what company are they? "Yes miss," this and "Yes miss," that, never actually caring or listening. They would never say it, but they all hated me. Well, not all of them. My lady's maid, Elise, she liked me, or at least, I thought she did.
Anyway, the point is, I was bored with my life. The same boring cycle every day. Whenever I could, whenever no one was looking (which wasn't often), I would close my eyes, try to see something, anything, that could take me away from where I was, but there was nothing, just the dark insides of my eyelids. I explained it to Elise once, and this is what she said, "It's all right miss, it's not your fault." And I replied, "What do you mean Elise?" Elise didn't say anything. After that, I started to go mad. Seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I was never sure what, just little movements. I didn't tell Elise, something inside me told me not to trust her with that sort of thing.
(( Don't be suprised if I totally go fantasy or sci-fi or... whatever. I'll try not to but I tend to when I'm writing.))
My father wasn't a buisness man, he had no wife; and he was losing all of his money on gambling at the various "dinner parties". Now he was abroad, looking for a new wife. I was bored, waiting, and waiting, and waiting... I recieved a letter every now and again, telling me how lovely London, Paris, Rome, etc. was; and I was stuck in my very own, gigantic prison cell. Sure, I had all of the... servants, but what company are they? "Yes miss," this and "Yes miss," that, never actually caring or listening. They would never say it, but they all hated me. Well, not all of them. My lady's maid, Elise, she liked me, or at least, I thought she did.
Anyway, the point is, I was bored with my life. The same boring cycle every day. Whenever I could, whenever no one was looking (which wasn't often), I would close my eyes, try to see something, anything, that could take me away from where I was, but there was nothing, just the dark insides of my eyelids. I explained it to Elise once, and this is what she said, "It's all right miss, it's not your fault." And I replied, "What do you mean Elise?" Elise didn't say anything. After that, I started to go mad. Seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I was never sure what, just little movements. I didn't tell Elise, something inside me told me not to trust her with that sort of thing.
(( Don't be suprised if I totally go fantasy or sci-fi or... whatever. I'll try not to but I tend to when I'm writing.))
