A girl aged fifteen enters, clad in a simple white tanktop and gray sweatpants, arms crossed over her 'non-existant' chest. She wears no makeup and her plain, brown hair is only a bit messy, so she immediately ties it into a loose ponytail at the base of her neck. She frowns a bit before speaking:

Uh, hey. Where am I? This isn't Pineville, is it? ( Read more... )

It was a Tuesday. I remember it quite clearly. Now, I can't say for certain how I happened upon the place, but nevertheless there I was. It was a grand place, I likened it right away to Gatsby's place. Large, alive. I don't know how long I stood silent as I tried to gain my ground. I surveyed the room once, twice, thrice, before I closed the door ( Read more... )

*enter a youngish looking man in a black tshirt and jeans, his hair tucked up under a sunhat, looking mildly confused*

This... doesn't look like Jamaica. Or Missing Mile. Does anyone know where I am? Or... if there's a boy named Zach here? Or Dario? Um, skinny, pale, black hair... green eyes?

Typist: Trevor McGee from Drawing Blood by Poppy Z.

Her hair is dark, cut in a boyish style and she's wearing a pair of coveralls, the thighs colored with oil where she's wiped her hands. A sash of deep scarlet is wrapped around her waist, a sign of her sexless-ness, but it seems to only be used as an accessory, something that brings out her figure. Her face is freckled and free of makeup, and her ( Read more... )

A girl enters, ten years old, looking as if she belongs in 1920s America, which is exactly where she comes from ( Read more... )

*having checked things over a good dozen times to make sure everything's perfect (it was the first time) and dressed carefully in a well-chosen gown, Rhoda stands near the door to greet her guests (they're Adele's guests as much as hers, but don't try to tell her that ( Read more... )

It's merely a wonderment, nothing more, but to a man in my position and line of work, it's an interesting question ( Read more... )

*Thanks to this thread, the Mansion is now temporarily plunged into complete darkness. A high-pitched scream is also heard, making this seem like a scene out of a bad horror film.

Make of it what you will (but whatever you do, DON'T SPLIT UP please don't interrupt the kidnapping >__>) -- and feel free to use this for crack-plotting/panicking