Pulse in Fantastical Role Plays Posted February 9, 2016 · Report post Shaun had walked about a mile along a road through the forest, with barely a building in sight. He noted that not many cars were driving along the road, but he supposed that was just the kind of town Darkpine was. After a while he finally spotted a dirty old posted sign that was covered in moss. He wiped some of it away to reveal a wood burned etching that read: 'Oak Place'. There was a gravel path leading in to the forest and he followed it until he reached a short, wide gate. He hopped over it and kept walking up the gravel path until he finally found himself outside an old house. The wood had been white at some point, but was badly in need of a paint job. He walked up the two steps on to the porch, where there was a little bench that faced out in to the garden. He retrieved the key from his pocket and put it in the door's lock, and opened it up. Inside the house looked quite different. The cleaners had clearly kept the place in good condition. The hardwood floors were spotless, and every shelf and counter was clean and dust free. He walked down the hall and turned right in to what looked like a large study. The back wall was a giant book case, and every inch of it was filled with old books. There was an armchair and a two seated sofa nearby, and an old oak desk in the corner. The other side of the room had one of those built-in benches under the window, so that people could sit and look outside. Curtis left the room and entered the one on the opposite side of the hallway. This room had two sofas and an armchair, all sat around a coffee table. There was a large fireplace, with some ornaments sitting above it. The walls were decorated with paintings that looked old and quite expensive, and in the corner was an old record player, with a large chest next to it. Shaun went over and opened the chest, to find it filled with a bunch of old records. Lots of music from the 40's, right through to the 80's. Despite their age, the records looked unused, like they had only been put here for the sake of appearances. Perhaps this was the case, since Rose had claimed she hadn't been here in two centuries. He closed the lid of the chest and went further in to the house. The back of the house was a large kitchen and dining room area, and a door that led to the back garden. Upstairs there was a bathroom, three bedrooms, the master bedroom having it's own en suite. Rose's room, of course. He left and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Fortunately the plumbing all seemed to be working. He stripped down and got in to the shower, and let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't showered properly in days now. Finally cleaning off all the dirt and grease felt rejuvenating. All the stress he was feeling was washed away along with everything else. Well, almost everything. As the stress of everything else was relieved, his hunger became a more primary irritation. He turned the hot water off and gasped at the sudden change in temperature, but it was necessary. His skin was starting to feel hot and prickly, and even in the cold water he could still feel it nipping at him, like tiny little mosquito bites. After ten minutes or so he got out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. He considered putting his clothes back on, but he'd been wearing them for days, and so he picked them up and took them downstairs. He found the washing machine and put them in, and fortunately there was some washing detergent nearby. He put them on a quick rinse and then went back to the study and sat down on the armchair. He closed his eyes for a moment, and almost felt like he could go to sleep for while. But every time he began to drift off, the prickling need roused him like someone was occasionally jabbing him with a hot poker. Hopefully Rose would return soon. Not an hour or so after Rose had left, Curtis Archer heard a knock at the door of his office. "Come in." He said. The door opened and a woman in her early 40's came in. She was attractive, with dirty blonde hair that fell down her shoulder, and a wild grin on her face. "Hey, kiddo." She said with a smile. "Hey Claire." Curtis replied. Claire was his aunt, the wife of his uncle Dominic. While she wasn't a great deal older than him, she had a habit of calling him 'kiddo'. "Dom with you?" Curtis asked. "Just clearing up a few things, he'll be in shortly." She said. "How's things?" "Same old, same old." Curtis replied. "What about you? How's the kids?" "Elijah's doing fine." Claire said, "and Jonah is...well he's 13 so you know how that is?" "Moody, quiet and prone to temper tantrums?" Curtis asked. "Yup." Claire said with a smile. "He's getting very hot tempered lately. I'd say he's got about another year." "14?" Curtis said. "That's way too early. The change didn't hit me until I was 16." "A mother knows, dear." Claire said. "Anyway I'll leave you be for now, oh, here's Dominic now." Claire left, and Dominic took her place in the door of the office. He was a dark haired man with tanned skin and tired but gentle eyes. "Come in, close the door." Curtis said. Dominic did, and then leaned against one of the filing cabinets. "How are you doing, Curtis?" He asked. "Pretty good." Curtis said. "Sold a couple of cars today. Full amount in advance." "Really?" Dominic said. "Didn't know we had any high rollers in town." "Vampire." Curtis said. "Gotta be a fair age to be throwing money around like that, too." "Should I be worried?" Dominic asked. "No." Curtis said. "At least I don't think so. She's a nice lady. Very...I can't describe it. Very vampire if you know what I mean." "Oh, yeah." Dominic nodded. "Talk at you in that way your grandma does?" "Yeah, kind of." Curtis said. "But she's harmless, I think." "Well, if you're sure." Dominic said. "Anything else I should know?" "Nah." Curtis said. "It's been pretty quiet otherwise. Oh, some homeless girl tried to steal cash out of the register, but Justin stopped her." "Homeless?" Dominic said. "Don't get a lot of homeless people here. That's kind of odd." "Mm, she's young." Curtis said. "Runaway perhaps, or she got kicked out." "Damn..." Dominic sighed. "What kind of parent does that?" "A shitty one." Curtis said. "Feel bad for the girl, really. Hope she doesn't get in to any more trouble." "Hm, yeah I hope so too." Dominic said. "Anyway I need to get going. Need to feed the kids." "Okay, Dom." Curtis said with a nod. "I'll see you in a couple of days." "Ah, yes." Dominic said. "Full Moon, my favorite time of the month." "Just don't forget the beer this time." Curtis said. "You know how much of a bitch Justin is without alcohol to calm him down." "Total bitch." Dominic said with a grin. "Don't worry, I won't forget." And then he left and Curtis got back to work.