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[~Saturn~]

[ Xander Lycus | Male | Homeowner | Aro aego[bi]sexual | Tagged: ]

The crackle of the wood in the fireplace and the steady warmth had lulled Xander into a light doze. He lay on the couch, lazily waiting for three o'clock. One hand was draped across his chest and his eye was closed - he wore a black silk eye patch over the other. Then, an involuntary movement of his arm interrupted his fleeting dreams, which hadn't yet begun to make solid sense yet. He was jolted back to consciousness and sat up, startled by the suddenness of it. He looked around, but quickly decided that his surroundings were familiar and lifted his right hand to check his watch. Eight minutes had passed. Letting out a disappointed grunt, Xander collapsed backward onto the soft couch, his head thudding on the arm of it; though, it didn't bother him. He stared up at the ceiling distantly, his former sleepiness vanished.

Excitement churned in his belly, but he found it annoying, as it was rather starting to feel like anxiety. Try as he might to remove this feeling and resume his usual nonchalant attitude, he could not, and it irritated him. The young man released a sigh and raked back his dark hair with his hand, something that he did habitually. Boredly, he glanced over at the lion's head that rested over the mantle. Its lip was eternally curled in a snarl, dull glass eyes narrowed in a menacing glare. In spite of himself, Xander chuckled, amused once more by this stuffed beast. It looked so nonthreatening in death that he could not imagine what it had looked like animated. Xander let out another chuckle at the thought of Penumbra inhabiting that head, although he wondered briefly if the demon would be offended by his amusement. Xander pushed away the thought and wondered instead about the ancestor who had killed the lion. What he knew of him was quite little compared to some of the other prominent family members of a few centuries past. What he did know, though, was that shortly after taking the lion to a taxidermy, the man returned home to the manor triumphantly, his hunt a success. He then died in an obscure way and wasn't much spoken of again.

The sound of a door closing brought Xander out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked over towards the corridor. Cecelia, the housekeeper, walked into sight, a very blank look on her face. She was a middle-aged woman with dark, straight hair that she kept short, who had a face that Xander had once found fascinating in his youth, but had quickly lost his attention as she grew older. She had her coat on, so he assumed that she was leaving. She didn't speak as she skirted the couch where Xander lay and made for the front door. There were times that Xander pitied the woman, wondered if she was broken, and started to sympathize with her. However, he quickly shoved all of that away as he reminded himself that she was paid very well and came into the house each day of her own free will. There wasn't much else to it.

"Oh, Cecelia, dear, your week's pay was on the vanity in one of those rooms," Xander called after her as she cracked the front door. He sat up and looked after her, wanting her to look back at him.

The woman turned slightly and looked at him with cold, unemotional eyes. It gave Xander a dark sense of pleasure. "I found it, sir," she uttered curtly, her expression unchanging. The man gazed back at her, giving her a smile. "Have a safe trip home, Cecelia," he said warmly. She stared at him, but with distant eyes, as if she was really looking at something beyond him. She turned, opened the door, and stepped out, without so much as a "good evening" to the other person. She all but slammed the door on her way out.

Xander's smile deteriorated into a thin, straight line. He turned back and stared into the corridor, knowing that something else was approaching. The hallway light flickered once and then went out. Xander watched as a shadow that seemed darker than the rest made its way to the archway that separated the corridor from the main room. It paused there for a moment, seeming to assess the lighting within the room. The flickering fire was the only light source within the room at the time, so it drifted around the light created by the flames and went towards Xander, who was hit by a smell reminiscent of sulfur.

Xander wrinkled his nose in displeasure, but the writhing mass of a shadow approached, growing closer until it entered him, gliding into his chest. Despite the fact that it was a regular occurrance, the dark-haired man let out a gasp and shivered. He could never get over the cold, dark feeling that it brought with it.

"Penumbra, you're so cold," he breathed, a chill traveling up his spine. I know this, the beast purred. Quite cold, indeed. Xander exhaled, and a crooked smile crossed his face. Why are you excited? I can sense it in you, but I do not understand, Penumbra stated, his tone flat. "There's people coming over today. A group of . . . eight or nine - I can't remember," Xander said eagerly. "You'll have your work cut out for you. I believe there were only five last time, correct? Although, please wait a little while before trying to eat anyone. I want to have some nice conversations before they turn on me," he said thoughtfully, though his tone was dark.

The conversations of humans do not interest me. They are only good for eating, Penumbra declared. Xander scoffed, "Just don't devour anyone before I can be friendly with the people. You and Cecelia are not the best company. It's good to have an occassional human companion." Your words mean nothing. Companionship is not why I am here. I am here because Joseph Wainwright Lycus killed my physical form and I swore vengeance upon your family. However . . . in your lifetime, I will bide my time with eating the idiots that enter your home, Penumbra said, the anger he had developed mid-speech relenting.

"Whatever, just leave us alone for a couple hours. Dmittas me¹," Xander snapped. He heard a receding growl as Penumbra's presence left his body. The shadow hovered nearby for a short while before retreating back to the darkness in the corridor. Xander watched it leave, his expression blank. He then glanced back down at his watch. He smiled, excitement bubbling up inside him once more. "Two fifty-four," he announced happily. "They should be here quite soon."

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¹ : "Release me" in Latin

[TinyEldritch]

ℒ Lucille ll Female ll Author ll On her way to the manor. ℒ

Lucille watched as the trees sped by in a blur, only catching glimpses of small details. She sighed out, clutching her bag tighter to her chest. Her pale gaze slowly filtered back to the front of the vehicle, where her mother was. Her mother was dressed in a light floral dress, hair tied up and simple flats. Her mother was always elegant, and Lucille knew who she took after.
"Ah sweetie! I'm so proud of you, going off to a big manor for inspiration!" Her voice seemed genuinely excited, the woman flashing her daughter a smile from the rear-view mirror, which was returned brightly.
"I know, I know..." Her voice trailed off. "But I can't help but feel a bit nervous about it all. It should be interesting, to say the least.."
Her mother chucked softly before continuing to drive, it was 2:54, and they had turned on the road that would lead to the manor. Lucille was dressed in a maroon long-sleeve top tucked down into white lace knee-length skirt. Dark leggings with black heels complimented her wear. Her long, white-blonde hair was tied up into a bun, topped with a little black bow to complete her overall outfit. She was hoping to be elegant enough to be in the presence of the manor and the owner, deciding it would be better to not be rude or under-dressed.
For the third time, she checked through her bag once more, trying to make sure she had everything she needed.
Laptop...Clothes...Brush...toothbrush/paste...Notebooks...USB...Journal...
She nodded to herself in relief, sighing out contently.
"Oo? is this it? Oh my...Lucille...This is absolutely gorgeous!" Lucille turned her head, blinking a couple times in confusion before suddenly smiling, the feeling coming back to her. How curious she was, how badly she wanted to go inside, and now, she was.
"Isn't it? I can't help but be drawn to it, my story should progress here for sure...Writer's block no more!" Her mother laughed, glancing around as she slowly pulled into the driveway. She pulled up in front of it, eyes studying it.
"Darling, I do hope you come home soon and tell me ALLL about it!" Her mother chimed, smiling at her daughter as she slowly got out of the car.
A breeze ruffled Lucille's skirt, adjusting it as she studied the house. That same chill she had the first time she laid eyes on it ravaged her spine, causing her to bite her lip. She turned on one heel, moving into her mother to hug her tightly. "I love you. I'll see you soon, maybe i'll email you..If there's internet, of course. Once again, I love you, see you soon!"
She shut the door, her mother pulling out of the winding driveway. She slowly walked up the steps, her heels clicking with each step. Lucille found herself holding onto her bag a little tighter, still awfully nervous. Her hand reached up to gently take hold of the golden handle in the wolf's mouth, knocking firmly.

[Talon the Mad King]

newton leonardo rivalle
basics;male, twenty → known as; the obsessive → author;→college student;t→ tagged by; none
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The taxi ride was long, boring, and uncomfortable. The taxi driver was of a short stature, cigarette hanging from his fingers as he hung it out the window. He had taken up the task for driving a young man to the Lycus Manor- it would come in as a great bill for the man who was sleeping in the back seat. The over an hour drive had lulled the exhausted college student to sleep, head leaning on the window against his jacket, which was gently slipping down to the floor.

A small bag was clutched in-between his gloved hands, filled with various items that would help him on this journey. From a comb to an extra pencil, the young author was ready to do start up his muse. His lips were slightly agape, face in a relaxed state of peace. That was, unfortunately, shortly lived, as the taxi driver rudely slammed to a stop. His head fell into the passenger seat, causing the student to wake up. With a groan, he sat up with a hand to his head. He dug for his credit card, giving it for the taxi driver so that he could be paid for this long journey.

"Thank you, Mr. Rivalle. Have a good night." The man said to him, handing the credit card back. "Please, call me Newton. Meet me back here tomorrow at... let's say nine, ja?" Newton smiled, grabbing his coat and stepping off the taxi cab. Running his gloved fingers through his slicked hair, he went to take a photograph of the beautiful estate ahead of him. His bag seemed to be missing, however. It was back in the cab, which had already sped off down the road.

His phone, I.D, wallet, everything was in the bag. He could easily get a new I.D, and he wasn't exactly from a poor family, so money wasn't an issue. His medication, however, was in that bag. He hoped he could last a night without it. He would have to, as he walked up to the large doors and sealed his fate.

[Zoker]

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K e i t h___H a r r y___B r o w n
{ male II twenty-seven years II occupation ; private investigator II bisexual II tagged ; Newton and Lucille }
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"Mister Brown, I know I might have repeated this previously, but I cannot thank you enough for doing this for me. My daughter was one of the first of the people this house devoured and I had a hard time finding someone brave enough to...." Garret Walters said in a melancholic voice. His eyes looked watery and distant. Who could blame the man?, Keith thought to himself, losing a child must be hard.

"Its perfectly okay Mister Walters. You hired me to investigate the mystery behind why your daughter never came out of the manor and the only way to give you that answer is to spend a night there myself," Keith replied with a smile. Garret Walters gave a sad smile in return.

Turning his head towards the window, Keith Brown sighed softly. He ran a hand through his short dark hair and absentmindedly scratched the stubble on his square jaw. His blue eyes stared at the scenery speeding by.Beside him, was the bag that never left Keith's side. It contained the basic items he would require for the night : a blanket, a flashlight and some batteries, a shock-gun, his wallet and a notebook. As his thoughts ran wild, he didn't notice the car had stopped moving till he was notified by Garret Walters.

Exchanging pleasantries with his client, Keith stepped out of the car and swung his bag on one shoulder. He sure didn't look like a private investigator. On top of a grey V-neck t-shirt he had worn his old brown leather jacket, accompanied with blue jeans and boots. Keith whistled softly in awe as he took in the huge mansion in front of him. Its grandeur and brilliant architecture made his head swim. Making his way through the front lawn, he walked up to the gigantic doors and noticed that two people were already there. Clearing his throat to get their attention, he smiled as they turned. "My name is Keith Brown. I am guessing, just like me, you two volunteered for this suicidal night-stay as well?" Keith asked with a smirk.

[JurassicParkour]

Cosette Hugo, 20, Female (Demigirl), Psych Student Extraordinaire

Cosette's bag dangled from the edge of her shoulder as if it wanted to run away. She ran her mental checklist over what she packed (a recorder, paper, pens, light reading, and a travel reference book for the odd psychology term she might have forgotten, plus a first aid kit because the number of missing people threatened her and the small box added a slight comfort). Her fingers deftly twisted her hair in a quick bun as she approached the manor doors.
Cosette wasn't escorted to the door by a concerned family member. She wasn't pushed forward by friends. In fact, the only person who even knew she was going to the manor was her Psych 101 professor, who simply advised her not to make assumptions or see patterns that weren't there. "Look at the facts," he had said. "Then everything else will fall into place." And the facts, at that moment, were simple: people went missing at Lycus Manor, and (assuming she managed to leave unharmed) she would prove that the supernatural fairy tales were bull. Simple. Nothing unnatural afoot whatsoever.
She stood stationary before the doors, some vague sense of self-preservation holding her back.
"They're just doors," she murmured. "Nothing more, nothing less." She paused and observed that she was not, in fact, alone at the doors. If she was more of a nervous person, she might have blushed. As it was, she had been through far more embarrassing things than being caught talking to herself, although it did a harsh blow to her fragile image of professionalism.
With a name like Cosette, not many people took her seriously. She cursed the day two Lit majors met and forced her into existence. With habits like talking aloud and treating others like case studies rather than human beings, the few who might have taken her seriously ran for the hills. Cosette took a deep breath and forced what she hoped was a friendly smile.
"Hello!" she greeted, laughing off her slight faux pas. "I'm from Elsbane College a few blocks down, I'm here to observe the psychological effects of fear on perception. If you don't mind, I'll be studying your reactions to everything that happens in the manor. It's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Cosette Hugo and I look forward to working with you all."

[D E L I R I U M]

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name;; Selene Diane Marie
nickname;; Sel
age;;20
tag;; crowd
location;; outside Lycus manor
occupation;; Paranormal Journalist
ooc;; its so short ;;-;; im sorry
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The young women sighed softly to herself as she looked around her small apartment room for extra supplies she may need for her trip. "Notepad... Check. Should I bring another?.. Maybe a small camera..? Or a mic.." She whispered to herself, beginning to ramble about what to bring and what not to bring. She quickly stuffed her bag with many notepads, pens, and a small portable camera with a small hook-on microphone. She zipped her bag shut and stood up. She looked in the mirror and smirked back at herself. "Today Selene, you will have a case no one will ever forget.." she triumphantly said as she folded her tight navy blue suit over her chest and patted her matching colored skirt. She held her bag tightly to her side and exited her home.

Selene was now on her way to the Lycus Manor. She felt anxious. What if she couldn't get a good story? She then brushed off her thoughts. Of course she would get a killer story. Selene sat her bag besides her and slowly unzipped it. She pulled out her camera. Selene turned it on and pulled out the side and then faced it towards her. "Hello and welcome viewers to a very, interesting episode I have in store today. My name is Selene Diane Collins. As of right now I am headed to Lycus Manor. A manor which has had a very, shocking past. Visitors never making it out alive. The owner of the estate right now, Xander Lycus claims he has nothing to do with being involved with the horrific events. Anyways, I am going to be staying at Lycus Manor for one night to prove that Xander Lycus is an innocent man, and the events that have occurred at the manor are from paranormal activities. I will update this video shortly, once I have arrived at the manor..." Selene says then presses the end recording button and shuts her camera.

Selene's eyes soon fluttered opened as the taxi cab came to a halt. "Hm- Here already?" She quietly murmured then rubbed her heavy eyes. She yawned then wrapped her hand around her bags handle. Selene handed the taxi driver his pay and then slowly opened the taxi's door. She pulled herself out and looked around. A small smile appeared on her face. She then noticed the small bunch of people standing a few meters away. "That must be the other visitors." She said and began to quickly walk over to them. As she approached the group she smiled awkwardly and fixed her attire. She quietly nodded in greeting at the others. Her eyes then trailed to the manor itself. It was large. The biggest house she has ever seen in her life. As well as the way it is built, simply gorgeous she thought. As she remembered her recording she quickly excused herself and walked a bit away from the crowd. She set down her bag and pulled out her recorder. She the then began to record once more. "Welcome back viewers. I have finally arrived at Lycus Manor. It seems others have already arrived a bit ago. I wonder if there will be more.. Anyways, the manor, it's gorgeous, I never thought it would look so well kept.. The owner has not come out yet to greet us, but once he does, I will begin to record once more. Goodbye for now my viewers." She said then closed her camera and tucked it away into her bag once more. Selene then quickly made her way back over to the small crowd of people.

[calicoh]

everett rohr
male, twenty-six, architect, tagged/---

xxxxxThe pictures from the newspapers and the footage from the news did not give this mansion proper justice. Even from a distance down the driveway, new, subtle features became blatantly obvious to Everett's searching eyes. Despite being hundreds of years old, the bricks were all in perfect condition, stacked upon one another and held together with, upon closer inspection, crack-less, glistening mortar. Even the foliage creeping up the walls couldn't give the mansion a negative impression. In fact, it made the entire scene hauntingly picturesque. He wasn't entirely sure that his client would swing for overgrown plants clinging to the sides of her home, though. Therefore, the interior had to be something awe-inspiring and unique. Unfortunately, Everett had hit his creativity's outer limits. If his client hadn't wanted such an out of the ordinary design, and if Everett had not been so concerned for his budding business' reputation, he never would have never found himself so far from the office. He couldn't get his hands on the original blueprints of the manor itself. That much was obvious. Just when he thought his client's project would be near impossible for him to adequately complete, one final opportunity made itself known. A last resort. Everett could explore the manor himself and get an idea for an original floor plan. A new-age rendition of the infamous Lycus Manor would surely grab attention.

xxxxxHad a small group not already huddled around the front door, it would not have been beneath Everett to run his hands along the brick walls and admire the window panes from various different angles up close. If he stood still any longer, absentmindedly transfixed on a building, he was sure that the others would begin to question his mental stability. Not eager to become an outcast in the group so soon into the event, Everett continued his ascent to the mansion's threshold. A dark, weathered backpack slung over his right shoulder bounced as he cautiously approached the group, his eyes fixated on the front door. Palms slick with sweat from the nervous feelings sweeping over him and yearning for any sort of distraction, Everett chanced a glance around the group. It seemed as though, possibly as a sign of respect towards Xander Lycus, everyone was dressed in their nicest attire. Showcasing a thrifted sweater and a dark pair of jeans thrown on mere minutes before leaving, Everett immediately felt out of place among the rest of the guests. In all honestly, Everett had never been cordially invited to an evening at a stranger's house before. He wasn't sure if the mansion's owner would appreciate his lack of regard for appearance, but Everett had planned to make up for his shortcoming in a different way, if it was expected of him. A pine-scented candle that was nestled deep within his bag, to be exact. Casting away thoughts of insecurity, Everett turned his focus back to reality. Reluctant to outright introduce himself to the new group he had just waltzed into, Everett stood silently in place for a few moments longer, waiting eagerly for the front door to open and invite the group inside.

[~Saturn~]

[ Xander Lycus | Male | Homeowner | Aro aego[bi]sexual | Tagged: Group]

At the sound of the knocker on the thick hardwood door, Xander hopped up and vaulted himself off the couch. He glanced towards the door and a large grin crossed his face. The excitement of new house guests was a recurring thing - one that never wore down, even with the many groups coming by. Quickly, he smoothed down the front of his sweater, which he had put on that morning with not much regard for its attractiveness. It was a simple grey wool garment that had been given to him by his mother. It was for the sole purpose of keeping warm in the winter, as the house would become cold quickly once the sun went down. Accompanied by his khaki pants and warm houseshoes, he was prepared for such a chill.

Eagerly, Xander walked towards the front door, anticipating meeting his newest guests. He hesitated for a moment with his hand on the handle, while a low growl from the hallway distracted him for a moment. "Shut up," Xander hissed, tossing a glare towards the corridor before turning back and opening the door.

There was already a group outside, comprised of seven - if he counted correctly - bright faces. That meant that two people were still missing, he supposed. Perhaps frightened away by my warning? That hasn't happened much before, he thought to himself. Xander pulled the door open a little wider and revealed himself. He examined all of them and flashed a smile. "Welcome, welcome. You don't know how happy I am to see all of you," he said amiably. He then stepped aside and gestured for them to come inside. "Come in, please. Make yourselves comfortable. Find a bedroom to put your things if you want - there's plenty of them - just be sure to turn on the lights," he advised, still smiling widely.

[D E L I R I U M]

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name;; Selene Diane Marie
nickname;; Sel
age;;20
tag;; none
location;; inside manor
occupation;; Paranormal Journalist
ooc;;
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Selene eyes were locked to the ground. Her foot began to tap on the soft ground quickly. As she heard the door open her eyes shot up. Selene eyes gazed up into Xander's for a moment before she shifted so she was standing up straight. A small smile was on her face as Xander began to talk. Selene slowly nodded her head. "Thank you Mr. Xander. Im Selene Marie. Its a pleasure to meet you and an honor to be staying with you for a night." She said with a bright smile and a chuckle. Selene then nodded her head once more and stepped forward until she was in the door frame of his home. Her eyes gazed up then around the inside of the home itself. It. Was. Huge. She took another small step in so she wasn't blocking the doorway. Selene then began to browse around his home until she soon stumbled upon an open room.

Selene pushed the door slowly open and flicked the lights on, just like Xander said. Her face was in awe, the room was large as well. She walked further into the room, closing the bedroom door behind her first. "Oh my.." She whispered. "This place is huge..." She said then chuckled. She placed her bag on the large bed and unzipped it open. She threw the top over and pulled out her camera. She sighed softly and opened the side then turned on the camera. "Welcome back viewers. Here I am. In Lycus Manor. As of right now I have just started situating myself in a guest bedroom. Which doesn't even look like a guest bedroom but more like the owners bedroom." She said with a chuckle then sat on the bed. "Mr. Lycus has greeted us, but I haven't formally met him.. I hope to soon. My ghost hunting will start later tonight. As of right now I plan to unpack, converse with other guests, and begin to explore this manor." She said with a stern face. "Till' next time viewers.." She said and turned her camera off and set it on the bed.

Selene finished unpacking her clothes and small accessories. She placed a pen behind her ear and held a notepad at her side. Selene slowly walked out of her room, her heels echoing throughout the house. "I hope he doesn't mind me looking around.." She whispered as she began to walk past her room door. The next thing she knew she was in which seemed to be the parlor room. Her eyes squinted as the fireplace dimly lit the room. She looked up as she saw a lions head. Her eyes widened then she sighed. "Thats pretty creepy.." She whispered with a small chuckle then began to walk in further into the parlor her head and eyes locked onto the taxidermy lion head.

[Talon the Mad King]

newton leonardo rivalle
basics;male, twenty → known as; the obsessive → author;→college student;t→ tagged by; none
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As people began to walk up to the manor, they began to introduce themselves. Newton was about to respond to their advances with a smile and a slight bow, before the large manor doors were opened and the owner made himself clear. Xander Lycus. An intriguing character- a perfect character for a story. He would have written down information about the man in his journal, which was left in that taxi. He followed the others in, being one of the last to step into the manor. It was not that he was scared to enter first- he was definitely not frightened by the atmosphere of the manor. It was of the germs of the people.

The people he had no former relationships with. The people that could be covered in who-knows-what microscopic demons. He even had conflicts with touching family members- the thought made him shiver. Newton gently stepped in, looking around. He was taken aback at the sight of the manor, with it's high ceilings and ornate décor. He turned to the owner of the house, as many had done before him.

"Thank you for inviting us into your home- I assume we all greatly appreciate it, ja?" Newton gave a gentle smile, before walking up the stairs and looking for a room. He soon found a bedroom- the handle was hard to turn because of his gloves. He stepped in, smiling at the light French-style décor of that particular room. The walls were a light blue, a picture of a women on the wall. A sister, or a mother, perhaps? He stood in the center of the room, sighing. This was good. This was good. This was good.

Yet, as he believed his goodly soul was spared from his medicine for the night, he would soon be mistaken. The devilish whispers of perfection would soon whisper in his ears and pull on his brain, until he breaks like a ornament hung on a tree.