Runaway from life: Emily [Patrice Broussard]
Posted: 14 Jun 2015, 20:32
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
The night was cool and wet. It had been raining the last few hours. A young girl soaked to her core tried to take shelter where she could to keep dry. Her deep blue eyes were tired, like the rest of her body. She had recently run away from the only place she knew as home. The orphanage where she was her whole life was now like a distant memory, in miles at least. She found herself in a new place with hardly anything left of her own. She saw in the distance a house, bigger than the building that housed her before. She slowly made her way there, in hopes of finding a change of clothes and maybe some food.
Just like most evenings, he parted from his wife with a kiss after the sun was set, then dressed in his suit and coat and left the mansion, stepping though the vast marble hallway, out into the streets of the Gullsbrough district. It was raining heavily outside. Not the right weather for a walk out in the streets. Thus he decided to take the public transit to nearby Bullwood and then head towards the Caverns.
Unsure of herself or where she was headed, the young girl cautiously made her way further in the new surroundings. Stopping every so often to rest and to hide from...well everything. It was getting harder to keep her eyes focused as her body grew more weary. She took a breath and huddled what she had close as she pushed herself onward. She collected little scraps of paper and anything else she thought may be useful along the way to her intended target. Her pockets were getting fuller by the minute it seemed as her stomach felt more empty. She pressed on and arrived just on the outside of the house. It looked more like a castle than an average house. Something she heard of many times in the books she read and the stories told to her as a child. Someone important lived here she thought.
There was a camera in the entrance of the Villa Broussard. A necessary measure, considering how often uninvited guests wandered into the house, sneaking around in Pat's home. He had almost reached the caverns now, the collar of his coat pulled up to protect him from the rough weather. He had to walk through the wilderness for a while to reach the entry to the gemstone caverns.
Her steps took her quietly as she could muster around the place. She was looking for some opening, afraid to actually try the front door. She did not want to be turned away or worse yet, be invited in only to be sent back to the orphanage she hated so. Carefully she walked around, hiding to avoid detection, when she thought she heard noise. She found she back door that seemed easy enough to get passed. She gently opened it to snake inside. She carefully entered trying not to make a sound. Once inside, she surveyed her surrounding to see what she might do while here. She headed into what seemed to be a family room.
Now finally, he was out of the rain again, and inside the Caverns, that secluded place its rare gems and dangerous foes from the realm of the fae. Pat readied his weapons as he entered the place, knowing that behind every corner a deadly jorugumo could lurk, eager to kill him. But instead his phone rang. An alarm, in his mansion. He had placed sensors and cameras not only on the main entry but in all possible entries and doorways. And now it seems someone was sneaking in through the back door.
Her eyes grew bigger as she looked around. Who ever lived here was well off indeed. She tried not to touch anything, afraid of breaking something. She found a chair and sat down before thinking she would ruin it with her wet and tattered clothes. Her eyes closed to rest and before she knew it, she was asleep.
With superhuman speed, he moved back to the mansion, hoping to catch the invader before they left again. He was eager to teach whoever to intrude his property a lesson, his gun, readied seconds ago to hunt jorugumos, still in his hand. It's been some time since Patrice last that visited the rooms in the back of the mansion. This section had been planned as a gathering place for the Broussard family. But he hadn't heard from his brothers and sisters for a long time now. Even longer than usual.
A noise jolted the girl awake. She shifted in the chair as she got up and almost fell over. She moved to hide hoping she would not be found. She dove behind the chair and crouched as low as she could. Her breath and heartbeat were fast. Her hands rose to keep herself quiet.
Pancho was in the house. That was good. But as usual Pat's human servant most have been dozing or playing on his guitar in the home owner's absence. He gave Patrice a sleepy and confused look, as the vampire walked into the hall. But Pat had no time to waste. With a few gestures, he instructed Pancho to pull his gun and guard the main entrance, then he sneaked outside again, this time moving very quietly toward the back entrance.
The girl looked around, waiting to be discovered. When no one came, she let out a small sigh and decided to head back outside the way she came. She made her way towards the door and out the back quietly as she could. As she finished closing the door behind her she turned to make a run for it.
The night was cool and wet. It had been raining the last few hours. A young girl soaked to her core tried to take shelter where she could to keep dry. Her deep blue eyes were tired, like the rest of her body. She had recently run away from the only place she knew as home. The orphanage where she was her whole life was now like a distant memory, in miles at least. She found herself in a new place with hardly anything left of her own. She saw in the distance a house, bigger than the building that housed her before. She slowly made her way there, in hopes of finding a change of clothes and maybe some food.
Just like most evenings, he parted from his wife with a kiss after the sun was set, then dressed in his suit and coat and left the mansion, stepping though the vast marble hallway, out into the streets of the Gullsbrough district. It was raining heavily outside. Not the right weather for a walk out in the streets. Thus he decided to take the public transit to nearby Bullwood and then head towards the Caverns.
Unsure of herself or where she was headed, the young girl cautiously made her way further in the new surroundings. Stopping every so often to rest and to hide from...well everything. It was getting harder to keep her eyes focused as her body grew more weary. She took a breath and huddled what she had close as she pushed herself onward. She collected little scraps of paper and anything else she thought may be useful along the way to her intended target. Her pockets were getting fuller by the minute it seemed as her stomach felt more empty. She pressed on and arrived just on the outside of the house. It looked more like a castle than an average house. Something she heard of many times in the books she read and the stories told to her as a child. Someone important lived here she thought.
There was a camera in the entrance of the Villa Broussard. A necessary measure, considering how often uninvited guests wandered into the house, sneaking around in Pat's home. He had almost reached the caverns now, the collar of his coat pulled up to protect him from the rough weather. He had to walk through the wilderness for a while to reach the entry to the gemstone caverns.
Her steps took her quietly as she could muster around the place. She was looking for some opening, afraid to actually try the front door. She did not want to be turned away or worse yet, be invited in only to be sent back to the orphanage she hated so. Carefully she walked around, hiding to avoid detection, when she thought she heard noise. She found she back door that seemed easy enough to get passed. She gently opened it to snake inside. She carefully entered trying not to make a sound. Once inside, she surveyed her surrounding to see what she might do while here. She headed into what seemed to be a family room.
Now finally, he was out of the rain again, and inside the Caverns, that secluded place its rare gems and dangerous foes from the realm of the fae. Pat readied his weapons as he entered the place, knowing that behind every corner a deadly jorugumo could lurk, eager to kill him. But instead his phone rang. An alarm, in his mansion. He had placed sensors and cameras not only on the main entry but in all possible entries and doorways. And now it seems someone was sneaking in through the back door.
Her eyes grew bigger as she looked around. Who ever lived here was well off indeed. She tried not to touch anything, afraid of breaking something. She found a chair and sat down before thinking she would ruin it with her wet and tattered clothes. Her eyes closed to rest and before she knew it, she was asleep.
With superhuman speed, he moved back to the mansion, hoping to catch the invader before they left again. He was eager to teach whoever to intrude his property a lesson, his gun, readied seconds ago to hunt jorugumos, still in his hand. It's been some time since Patrice last that visited the rooms in the back of the mansion. This section had been planned as a gathering place for the Broussard family. But he hadn't heard from his brothers and sisters for a long time now. Even longer than usual.
A noise jolted the girl awake. She shifted in the chair as she got up and almost fell over. She moved to hide hoping she would not be found. She dove behind the chair and crouched as low as she could. Her breath and heartbeat were fast. Her hands rose to keep herself quiet.
Pancho was in the house. That was good. But as usual Pat's human servant most have been dozing or playing on his guitar in the home owner's absence. He gave Patrice a sleepy and confused look, as the vampire walked into the hall. But Pat had no time to waste. With a few gestures, he instructed Pancho to pull his gun and guard the main entrance, then he sneaked outside again, this time moving very quietly toward the back entrance.
The girl looked around, waiting to be discovered. When no one came, she let out a small sigh and decided to head back outside the way she came. She made her way towards the door and out the back quietly as she could. As she finished closing the door behind her she turned to make a run for it.