We begin a new RP today on the Tale… It is, or rather was, an attempt on my part to have a younger less obviously Succubi version of me in an RP… I’m not sure that it worked, I did have an idea where I wanted to go, but I never quite got there…
By TeraS and makuta15
Eric sighed at the foot of the old manor. Why do I have to prove myself like this? he thought.
Things had not been going well in his life so far. He was still getting over being dumped by his girlfriend. She had told him, as she left, that she was tired of his indecision, of him constantly planning everything out. She was sick of never taking any kind of risk, she said. What was the fun in living life perfectly by the rules? In the past month, Eric had been thinking hard about what she had said, and had eventually come to the conclusion that he needed to have some adventure in his life – some risk. Gradually, he would wean himself away from playing it safe all the time.
Still – spending the night in the old house? It sounded like a high school dare. However, he had to admit that it was about as adventurous as his little town got – he wasn’t ready by far to try something away from home. Besides, he couldn’t deny that the place had picked up it’s fair share of rumors. It was said that people went in and didn’t come out again…others claimed that the Devil stalked the halls at night. He had always regarded the place with a decent amount of scorn, but also just a touch of fear.
Gathering himself together, Eric slowly pushed the door open and walked into the old foyer. The interior looked stylish, but antiquated – something that would have been opulent years ago. Despite no one living in the house for years, the decor seemed to be in remarkably good condition. Closing the door behind him, Eric wandered around the ground floor until he came to what looked like an old sitting room. Unpacking his bag, he began to prepare for the evening as the sunset painted the room in hues of yellow and bronze. By the time he was finished, night was just setting in.
Fears are interesting things. You can fear something happening, something not happening. Fear the future or the past. Fear is what you make of it.
Taming that fear is perhaps the most difficult thing there is…
The last rays of the sun ebbed away as time passed in the house, the occasional creak of the floor or the sound of wind passing through the upper floors were there as you would expect…
What you wouldn’t expect however, was the banging of the front door, the sound of someone cursing and slamming the door shut and then the sound of their footsteps in the hallway coming closer and closer…
The door to the sitting room opened a moment later and Eric was blinded by a flashlight and a girl’s voice that asked, “What the heck are you doin’ here? Geez you scared the hell out of me!”
The light moved to the side and Eric would see a twenty-something raven-haired girl dressed in a red jacket, sweater and blue jeans holding a bundle of wood under one arm and a small backpack in the other.
She looked at him suspiciously, “You live here or somethin? I was told that this place was abandoned, could save some money and sleep here tonight. What are you doin’ here?”
Short and to the point isn’t she?