Since we haven't had one in a while ( Read more... )

There's a small little woman on the mansion grounds.  In complete silence, she performs the routine she's been practicing for years, now.  Her eyes are intent on the absent target, her mind is focused on what she is doing, but when she strikes, she cuts the quiet as violently as her hit, her jab or her kick would find its target.

The short cries ( Read more... )

It was Donleavy...in the library...with a stack of books and an angry glare.

Had Clue been around in Patricia Louise Donleavy's day, she would probably have found it just as inane and pointless as any other amusement. So, instead of attempting to venture outside on this nice day to go hunting or play tennis, she is once more in the library.

Settling ( Read more... )

Donleavy is pacing back and forth in the lobby, looking furious. A few of her books and papers have gone missing, and---while she's extremely unlikely to need them soon---she is still greatly upset.

She's also not looking where she's going, which means you might run into her if you're not careful...

 Well, here's a princess of another kind. (And definitely cooler/prettier/more chic/etc.)

She's young and stunningly pretty, her looks making her appear a little older than her fourteen years. She wears a black dress, black gloves, pearls, sunglasses, and an air of sophistication not found among many girls about to enter their freshman year of high ( Read more... )

Karla has never been a firm believer in avoiding anything. As someone who tends to face problems head on, she thinks that people around here do altogether too much avoiding of them. In order to help with this, a room somewhere near the main one is surrounded with a Tangled Web, intricately and carefully woven and almost entirely invisible.

Anyone ( Read more... )

One fine day it just seems to happen. Out on the Mansion's spacious front lawn, a gathering is in progress ( Read more... )

For anyone who cares to take notice, there is a very pretty young girl sitting in a chair, reading something. It is Sibyl Vane (well, Gray now, for all intents and purposes), and she is diligently going over her lines for Cyrano's play. She is determined to give a fantastic performance, and to show everyone that her acting is just as good as it ( Read more... )

Specifically, it's coming up on Hallowe'en. And Dairine is all in favour of celebrating, however disastrously ( Read more... )

Another dark-haired teenage girl, standing directly in front of the house. She looks as if she likes what she sees.

"A front porch! You don't see those often nowadays. But it looks new. I wonder who lives there? I think I'd like to meet them."

Clarisse McClellan, Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury.