Hello!

[sheep_wilkinson]

A girl, around the age of twelve, floats into the mansion wearing an old Victorian nightdress and one ballet slipper. A sponge purse dangles from her left hand [which contains all sorts of odds and ends, including a ghost fish] as her right fiddles with a necklace she wears. The pallor of her 'skin' [scientifically called 'ectoplasm'] indicates

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[raventonbeauty]

*curious* There's no owner. It's open to everyone.

Are you dead?

[sheep_wilkinson]

"No owner? That's quite silly, really. I don't understand." She pauses, sniffing lightly.

"Yes. I am dead. I drowned myself if you care to know. But now I am a ghost."

[raventonbeauty]

"If there's an owner, we don't know him. Why did you drown yourself?"

[sheep_wilkinson]

She frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. "Is everyone here so nosy?" Addie huffs before continuing, "My parents-- my real parents-- were upset with me so they locked me in a tower next to a lake. And I was so angry at them and myself so I jumped out of the window."

She stops abruptly, then glances around as if to check if anyone she knows is around. Then, she whispers in a hushed voice, "I don't really like my real parents, but I have to spend my weekends with them, you see. They want me to be a proper lady, a de Bones. So they teach me things like posture and which utensil to use first and silly things like that. I much prefer my adopted parents. But don't tell anyone."

[raventonbeauty]

"I won't. I promise." Ashley smiles a little, curious about the little ghost girl.

[sheep_wilkinson]

"So! You didn't tell me your name."

[raventonbeauty]

"Ashley Raventon. Pleased to meet you."