Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Accepting

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Arsene LeMarc - Prince of Demons - Head Butler | Location: Larkin's Study - Tagged: Larkin

LeMarc holds in a smile. It had been some years since he first started serving Larkin, but the head butler still found small moments, like Lark complimenting his coffee, that send butterflies through his stomach. As long as he could serve the Stokers (perhaps specifically this Stoker more than others), LeMarc could be satisfied. Even if he often felt like he and Larkin left many words unsaid.

Of course, he doesn't even notice he's being admired, doesn't notice how Larkin's gaze is just as fond as his own, too busy preparing the coffee just right, and fiddling with the try to keep things neat. Oblivious thy name be LeMarc. "This habit is becoming quite unhealthy, Master Larkin. I'm beginning to think it would be more prudent to move your bed into your study. Or would you rather me having to carry you up unconscious every night?" He means to just continue the slight teasing, but LeMarc doesn't think about the implications of these words until they've already left his mouth, and then his face is dusting red, forcing him to turn away from Larkin just so the man doesn't see his embarrassed face and flushing ears. The room heats up just a little as the demon's inner hellfire flares with his emotions.

"Ah...Ahem..." LeMarc coughs discreetly to cover up his indiscretion, turning back to set down the pile of papers, carefully avoiding eye contact. "Your sleeping habits aside, some papers were sent over for you, I had them printed out here, and I'll remind you that Ms. Rowan is to return to Crescentwood this morning." Ever the professional, LeMarc quickly schools his features to hide his previous slip up. He silently admonishes himself for letting his personal feelings get in the way of work.

Emilia Stein - Disgraced Celebrity - Guest | Location: Kitchen - Tagged: Oscar

When she's broken from her staring match with the coffee machine, Emilia is expecting some maid to walk in, maybe that weird flying gremlin or something, not...Uh...A walking thrift store? For a brief moment she's afraid it's a human coming in to expose the manor or something but uh...Yeah, no way this was a human. Oh and there's a gun, too. She's positive she played a role like this before, a long time ago. One of those opening scene parts where her character dies before the plot even begins proper, the kind of small time roles she had when she first started out doing 'serious acting'. What was she supposed to do at this part? Scream, probably, but she's far too tired to deal with that right now, and frankly there is nothing intimidating about corduroy.

"Nice equipment. You know how to handle it, or are you just a pretty face?" She says, eyeing the...Whatever this person is...up and down with a quirk of her eyebrows. The robber isn't bad looking, of course, no reason for her not to admire the scenery. Although the outfit is just...Emilia wants to yawn, but that's a little too improper for a star like her, even dead tired. Sheesh, does she really have to deal with this stuff so early in the morning? Seriously, she just got up, this was so unfair! "Look, is this going to take long? Cause I'm all for you killing me or robbing this joint or whatever but, like... I have coffee to drink." She glares over her shoulder at the machine again. Maybe if this guy kept robbing the manor he'd bring someone who actually knows how to make coffee here. Hmph, there's a thought.

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i. stoker family ii. male iii. 25 / 203 y/o iv. pansexual v. vampire
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luca stared at the visitor with a tilt of his head in confusion as she was explaining herself. for a few moments after she had finished, his face remained blank, and then realization washed over his features. the vampire's mouth twisted into a wide smile. oh, elysia. i remember you now. apologies, perhaps he forgot to let me know? i'm not usually on the top of his lists when it comes to announcing these things." he replied almost sourly, but he quickly switched up the tone, taking her hand and shaking it delicately. "no, i don't think we were ever close back then. but that doesn't mean we can't start now." he sends another charming grin elysia's way. then he turns sideways, intending on heading back towards the stairs. "but alas, i'm not who you're here for. i can take you to my uncle's study? that's most likely where he is."
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Ｋ Ｉ － Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｎ Ｇ | tags;; salem | location;; key's bedroom
i. key ii. guest iii. male iv. 19 y/o v. heterosexual vi. angel-demon hybrid
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key was sleeping soundly, and he wasn't intending on waking up anytime soon. that is, until he's woken up not by his choice. he's curled up as comfortably as possible, hiding under a mound of blankets. then something fell on his head. he jolted awake with a yelp, sitting up instantly while feeling around his head. his hands felt fur and he knew just what it was - or who. key takes the being in his grip and pulls it off of his face. "salem! what are you doing here?" there's no malice or annoyance in his tone, just playful teasing and a raised brow. he sets the feline down onto his bed. "what do you want? i was getting my beauty rest. this better be an emergency or something." he finishes his sentence with a yawn while rubbing his eyes tiredly.

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[Good.Pointe]

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲
▸ (𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲) 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧
▸ 𝟐𝟓𝐲𝐨
▸ 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤
▸ 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: At Home
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝: Open
𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: None

xxxx𝓡ose wakes with a groan. The sun barely crept up as the woman blinked the sleep from her eyes. She picked up her phone. "5:30?!" she exclaims, frustrated. She hadn't gone to bed but three hours ago. Now fully awake, Rose sighs and gets dressed. I guess I'm getting started on chores early today...
xxxxPicking up a hairbrush from her nightstand, Rose gently worked out tangles as she wandered over to her closet. The weather had begun cooling down, and on an early morning, two layers were in order. She pulled a pastel blue t-shirt and a white jacket off their hangers and picked up a pair of soft grey joggers from a bin. She quickly got dressed and threw her tennis shoes on.
xxxxKnight always came first. No matter how early it was, Rose wanted him taken care of first thing. She walks out into the crisp morning air and walks over to the water tank. Since Knight was kept alone, the water level hadn't changed much. Satisfied with that, Rose walked into the shed the water tank sat against. Not having the space or the money for much more, this building served as her tack room. She swiftly mixes Knight's breakfast. "Damn, you're about out, bud. We'll have to make a shopping trip today." she muttered to her horse as she set the bucket down in his pasture. He nickered a 'thank you' and began to eat. Rose stood by patiently as she waited for Knight to finish up.

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Oleander - A Nice Plant - Gardener | Location: Garden - Tagged: Harvey

For a moment it seems like Oleander doesn't notice Harvey at all, gaze still focused on the wisteria trees. Silence falls between them in a long, awkward pause that seems like it will never end until one of the clippings he's dropping into the basket veers off in the early morning breeze, landing in a soft shower of purple flowers in the groundskeeper's hair. The gardener blinks owlishly down at Harvey in confused surprise, evidently not having noticed he was there. He smiles, wide and perhaps a bit too toothily.

"Good morning Mr. Lavigne." Oleander says in a low voice as he hops down from the ladder, letting his clippers fall beside the basket. The eye tattoo on his neck blinks and squints at Harvey, as if greeting him as well. He wipes off his hands on a rag as his gaze flickers to the wisteria flowers stuck in Harvey's hair, and suddenly his eyes are wide and he's hurrying on over.

"Sorry about that." Large hands are slowly raised to gently, carefully pluck the tiny blossoms, that same intense look of concentration he'd been giving the trees back as he makes sure he grabs every single one of them. "Wasn't expectin' anyone else up so early..." Supposed he'd lost track of time a little.

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like closed doors."
117-Female | Wolf | Homeless | Unknown-None | tags; xxx
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it was midnight. location? In the middle of the woods. time of day? unknown (although it was midnight as stated before). weather? foggy- or that was probably just the limitation of what she could see...what was it called again? perspective? for some reason, that didn't seem right. the lack of education had come right up from behind and bit her in the rear like a former friend said that it would. now who was that again?... bah- forget it! she didn't seem to remember anyone or anything here. all she knew that the trees were much taller than her. did she shrink? or did the trees grow much taller? either way, she wasn't going to get an answer from anyone. was anyone any here? that would be the first thing to check for when you are out alone in the woods...or was it that you had to stay out here and wait for someone to come and find you?...either way, she couldn't determine-

wait...what was that?

she tried to turn as humanly possible, but all she ended up doing is tripping over herself, her claws accidently making contact with another paw. it didn't seem like she could feel anything. she turned her head from side to side, trying to figure out what she heard was correct. An-

the wolf's eyes snapped open. where was she again? she blinked and rose her head, her head bobbing up and down before resting it back down on the floor. how long was she out? she let out a low growl as she rocked until she was able to roll herself to her stomach, blinking and looking around as the last remaining chains started to recede in the dark corners of the room.

everest took a moment to stand up, her bones aching. she wasn't even that old... was she? she shook her head- that couldn't be...maybe it was because it was starting to get cold. she looked at the window and then then headed on out of the room. she knew where she was- there is no reason to question or tell anyone where she was.

everest wandered around, looking around slowly, very aware of where she was...although something seemed amiss...of course, that could not be as she was the only one here- and oh...she looked down and found the bunny plush. now will temptation of picking the plush up overcome the bea-...oh. she scooped the torn fella up and carried it around, dropping it right before she reached the double doors.

now, she could reach up and open it just with ease, but jumping out of a window was probably easier. sighing, she decided to look for the closet open window and jump through there, landing in the front entrance of the abandoned manor.

she looked around. it seemed to be a fine day to plunder the town...and probably murder, but I don't think that's on this month's agenda. without waiting around any longer, everest set forth through the forest, on her way to town.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This has to be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | hetero-None | tags; xxx
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still cleaning the windows. and windowsills. (I have nothing for him atm)

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ary A. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
11-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Fran | mentions; harvey/oleander
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he moved throughout the garden, catching glimpses of her and there, making sure that it was safe to be out in the open. temporarily, however, he got distracted by the different plants and flowers, trying to figure out the next best hiding spot. for what? oh. hide-and-seek of course, why else would he look out for a place to hide?...well maybe from other staff. it was hard hiding in that closet all the time...but at least he got to go out for his little adventures.

however, once he rounded the corner- he paused when he saw two folks, one of them talking about the wisterias. he looked up. he had to admit that they were pretty. very pretty. but he couldn't agree verbally, as he had already turned head and started to run back the way he had came. he continued to run until he was at the fence that allowed him his freedom. he tossed his bag over the fence- and prayed to god that none of his belongings fell out, once he was sure that his bag was over the fence, he got down on his hands and knees to see if he was anywhere near the hole that allowed him to cross over...nope. wouldn't it be just easier to just climb the fence? you assume that he can climb at all.

he eventually found the hole and squirmed his way under and into the bushes that greeted him by poking and scratching at his face. he shook his head clear of leaves once he found his way out of the bush. mary then turned to look for his bag, finding it along with nightshade. he's a good protector of items- that bunny. he walked towards him and stuffed the plushie into his bag and ran into the forest, a frown on his face, glad that he was able to escape. was anyone even chasing him?...well it could be good use for his overdramatic storytelling later.

maybe it would be a good thing to write that down. he slowed down and moved his bag around so he could look into it without having to stop and dig around. he pulled out the notebook and a pen and began writing notes...what did the two looked like? maybe there should be more...mary frowned and stopped writing, putting the notebook and pen back into his bag. he sniffled and looked around. maybe he should've brought a jacket...oh well...to late to turn around now. mary sighed but then stopped, listening closely to whatever he had heard...someone singing?

he blinked before deciding to find the source of the sound. maybe it would be a great addition to his story! he continued to look around for the source, stopping beneath a tree when he had assumed that it had stopped. "Hello?" he called out, not looking up to see the demon above him.

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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here- how queer-.."
13-Female | Ghost Bat | Manor Animal | Unknown-None | tags;Larkie/LeMarc
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and the conversations between the two continued. how much more of this?...although she had stopped whatever the conversation took an interesting turn of threatening Lark with moving his bed into his study... was the bed also the one that he slept in every night? and if it was causing lark bad health, then maybe she could help this lemarc...by sticking thumbtacks into lark's chair? that won't hurt right? it would just be a nuisance to pick up and move...which she resorted to pushing it around and careful not to step on one.

she turned around to head on out, but paused when there was new name mentioned. ms rowan?..never heard of them. maybe she'll get to meet the lovely or handsome person when they arrive. that could also mean a new person to steal from...or possibly annoy. she looked back at her watch and decided to grab its chain and pull it along with her so she could make her not-so-grand debut.

she shoved the watch out of the small hole that doubled both as her entrance and exit way, cringing at the noise it made as it slid across the floor. "whoops," she mumbled as she dropped down to crawl towards the exit, her ears, forward and her head bowed as she squeezed her way through the tight space. she needed a door made...yes, a door that she was able to fit through without much pain and struggle. after she got her way through, stellaluna raised her wings to look at the damage...surprisingly there wasn't any...yet. she then dropped them and looked up at the new face- ah this must be lemarc. She did a little spin and dropped into a bow, "good morning to you!" she squeaked as she then scampered towards her watch, not caring if she was seen by this lemarc...person. she then paused and looked up at lark. hm. should she apologize for walking in on the soap opera conversation?...she shook her head, she was pretty sure that lark wouldn't mind her intrusion.

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𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ! !
[ 25yrs - male - a peddler of miracles! ]
location. town, kitchenxtagged. Emiliax
mentions. none
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Oscar becomes occupied with trying to do a cool spin of the revolver before perking up again. His glasses are too opaque to see his eyes, but from the looks of his eyebrows and the slight shift in his smile, Emilia's response comes as a bit of a surprise. He can't say he was expecting such a blasé response, but...well. Oscar knows better than to say no in an improv environment! Besides. He hadn't exactly thought this plan as far as his relaxed tone might suggest, and a good first impression was important. Even for a robbery. Oscar fakes a pout and sighs, shrugging his shoulders before tapping his chin with the barrel of the revolver. "Tough crowd! I concede that I am, in fact, excessively pretty." Though he's kicking his voice up a notch for comedy's sake, when he breaks into a laugh it drops deep into his chest, low and smooth. "You caught me. Even if I wanted to shoot it, these glasses aren't even prescription. That's why I brought the 400-pound suitcase. Ja, instant concussion." He motions behind him to the suitcase, and when he pushes it behind him it just...disappears.

He slides from the island console to the side of the counter(a chorus of jingling necklaces and bracelets following along, sounds uncannily musical), and flashes an apologetic smile once Emilia's attention returns to the coffee maker. It quickly widens into a grin. "Oh, not at all, not at all. It's just an in-and-out thing, ja, very simple. Besides! Serial murder is so 1970's. And do I look 70's to you? Don't answer that." Holding the gun in his mouth, he moves to open up the cabinets at random and selects the two silliest-looking mugs he can find, sliding them across the counter. "Here, howsh about we shtri-oh." Oscar starts to talk before realizing why it sounds muffled, and puts the gun in his back pocket. "...as I was saying. How's about we strike a deal? You point me to where you think I could find someone important, and in return I'll put on a pot of coffee. You look like you're having...technical difficulties." Okay, well. Oscar is already nosing around for the coffee beans, and ends up finding the grinder first. He slides this across the counter with so much force it flings off and hits the wall, and just...doesn't acknowledge it at all. "Oh, was that a yes? Fantastique! It's a deal, then. Anyway, do you have a name or should I come up with one on my own? I promise, it's very and completely safe to tell me your name. Ah. That sounded suspicious, didn't it..."

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Emilia Stein - Disgraced Celebrity - Guest | Location: Kitchen - Tagged: Oscar

Rolling her eyes as this corduroy creature drops his gun, Emilia mutters under her breath about 'if he's not even going to put her out of her misery what's the point', and takes purchase leaning against the kitchen counter top, smirking when the 'robber' suggests that he doesn't look 70s- of course he looks 70s and she's totally about to comment on it when he decides to rummage around in the cabinets, talking about making deals and coffe-

Emilia is much more awake now as she stares at the absolute disaster suddenly jingling around the kitchen, guffawing with a look both absolutely incredulous and furious at the suggestion that he make coffee for her. Ignore that whole 'this is a robbery' situation, she is insulted. She scoffs, jabbing an angry finger into the 'robber's' shoulder.

"I-I don't-I-You- ARGH! Look here, Space Cowboy, I-I don't need anyone to make coffee fo- I'll have you kn- I am an adult I can make my own coff- it's it's it's not like I ca-I I totally know how-I'm not a CHILD- IT's NOT LIKE it's hard you just add...the beans?...Whatever I don't need your- I can make my own- I don't have any technical diffic-You just uh...push the buttons?... I HAVE WON TWO ACADEMY AWARDS I DO NOT NEED SOME FLASH BA- Let alone from a..." Emilia grabs one of the ostentatious mugs like a weapo in the middle of her rage, which is shaped like a rubber duck and engraved with, "'2003 Jr. Soap Making Championship Commemorative Mu'- Why do they even have...???" She squints at the mug, trying not to think of just who in the Stoker family would even have such a thing. Not that she really wants to know. "Whatever. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter the point is...is...AGH! WHO CARES! I don't care. I don't care. Hmph." Emilia pointedly looks away from the intruder, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air.

What she failed to realise is that, in the midst of her rant, her powers had triggered with her emotions, more emotions than she had shown in weeks, causing locks of hair to transform into crystals on sight and patches of her skin to crack and sparkle, prisms breaking through to the surface in geode-like displays.

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𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ! !
[ 25yrs - male - a peddler of miracles! ]
location. kitchenxtagged. Emiliax
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Oscar is a man of good breeding, listening attentively to Emilia go on as he finds and grinds the coffee. His animated movements feel almost inhumanly fluid as he works, as if his deft hands were weightless. After spending a childhood under the tutelage of eccentric family friends, his ear is trained to pick up on the choice details of any impassioned tyrade. He considers it something of a hobby, actually. "Oh, of course I understand! I can tell, based on your perfect recollection, that you may even be better at brewing a 'cuppa than yours truly. Which is impressive, because I'm perfect and good at everything." His tone is lilting to the point of playful patronizing, limboing under her mug-wielding arm to get the water, and then limboing again on the way back. Oscar is doing his best to keep down his smile, but it continues to creep back onto his face. "Two academy awards? Well, then your barista skills must be over the moon! I could only hope to narrow down your occupation. Are you on holiday? Seeing a forbidden love? Is there a shoot nearby?" He laughs softly(to himself, mostly), and turns on the coffee maker.

"And there you...ah." He's about to go on, find some other musings about coffee and films, but he stops. His stare is felt as it flickers to the crystal growths, then back to Emilia. The crystallizes so quickly...hm. How remarkable. Oscar couldn't help but be a little impressed at people with prettier abilities, even if they were coming around to despise him. He thumbs his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, and leans to her side, looking down over her shoulder. "...or, perchance, have you found yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place? Forgive my joking, lock me in prism if the puns are too egregious. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a sense the coffee maker is about to beep and we'll be needing that mug. I'm having some too, you know. Any good robbery starts with a nice cup of joe in the morning! And, frankly, I rock at this whole B&E thing. Ack- there I go again."

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