The memory that haunted Lestat was one of the past. The recent past, although it could be argued that it was his present -- or what he thought his present to be. It was the only thing that could be considered forgotten, since he never truly forgot anything, but this event had been forcibly pushed from his mind. The details were not apparent -- but ( Read more... )

*A woman enters the Mansion, and she is, to those who know how to recognize such things, quite clearly not human. Her skin is pale and smooth as alabaster, and as unyeilding as it, if you were to happen to shake her hand. Her red hair, which hangs, loose but neatly brushed, to her waist, seems too perfectly arranged to be real. Her nails look like ( Read more... )

David spends most nights hidden away in the corner of his private library. He rarely ventures out anymore, and it suits him well. There are plenty of books to keep him occupied, and for his kind the days can so easily pass by, rolling into one. He'd loose track were he not so meticulous in every way possible.

It's been too long though now, he thinks ( Read more... )

A rather good-looking gentleman (if he may say so himself) with blond hair and cobalt blue eyes that often appear violet strode up to the mansion. He seemed to have no hesitance despite the strangeness of it all, but Lestat was easygoing and there was very little that would cause him to do a double-take or throw him off guard. Or if it was a rare ( Read more... )

A drunk and dirty man stumbles into the mansion; he might be attractive if he were to take care of himself, but as far gone into the drink as he is he doesn't take notice of the tattered jeans and soiled shirt long overdue for a trash bin ( Read more... )

Have a young man in his early twenties, not rich, but dressed as a Victorian gentleman of London. His boyish face is slightly confused at his new surroundings ( Read more... )

Should anyone venture into the library they would find David avidly rearranging piles of books and adding new ones onto the shelves. He treats each book with great care and attention and is smiling to himself, obviously enjoying the task at hand.

He would be open to conversation, if anyone were to approach him.

Lestat is in the main room of the Mansion, sitting at the grand piano and playing Beethoven with a bored expression. Although his fingers move deftly along the keys with perfect form and timing, he yawns and looks around as if to see if there is anyone nearby ( Read more... )

So, I... got a little question. Survey, I guess. For, um, some research I'm doing back home.

Poll

Details on your answers would be pretty much awesome. Thanks.

Er... also, if you answered in the affirmative... "in the affirmative"? I sound like the doc. Anyway, could you tell me your stance on vampires? Love them? Hate them? Whatever? Thanks again.

Three notes are tacked beside Jareth's first sign, reading:

For the attention of Jackrabbit & Mad Sweeney -

There are some final matters I need to discuss with you concerning your new son. I shall be here tomorrow just before sundown. If that is not convenient let me know a time and a place I might meet you.
- J. King

Nicolas de Lenfent, Lestat ( Read more... )