Delia York (his_sister) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-04 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, delia york |
WHO: Delia York and Damien Thorn
WHAT: Father and daughter meet.
WHEN: Mid-morning
WHERE: The grounds around Damien's mansion
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Although Delia had yet to meet this mysterious Damien that Alexander had told her about, she had agreed to move into his mansion with her brother if only to get away from the people who gave her strange looks at the hotel whenever she passed by. Really, it wasn't her fault that a cat had jumped out a window on the tenth floor to get away from her, or that the owner of the cat had broken his leg falling down the stairs when he'd tried to drag her off to her brother to tell him what she'd 'done'.
Yet even though the incidents weren't her fault in the slightest, the people were still wary and gave her looks. There was whispering, too, and frankly Delia was getting tired of it.
So they moved into the mansion. And now, a few days after doing so, Delia had long since explored most of the home itself and was now moving on to the land surrounding it. She'd covered the eastern side of the property the day before, and opted to go the opposite way today. Which, following a quick breakfast and a hastily scribbled note to tell Alexander where she was in case he came looking for her, that's exactly what she did.
The grounds were nice and well-kept, the grass a perfect green. There was a light breeze wafting in from the nearby ocean, too, which really added to the atmosphere. It really was a beautiful area, and one that Delia would acknowledge as such if she paid attention to those kinds of things.
All she was interested in, though, was the woods in the distance. It was the line that marked the edge of the property on this side, and she'd heard murmurings from the hired help that there was a crazy old man who lived just beyond the property line. He had wild beasts that lived with him, also, according to the source. Which, really, was all it took to get Delia's attention.
Reaching the treeline was easy given the smooth, flat terrain. Once she had stepped through the underbrush and found a slightly worn path to follow, though, her trek became a bit more tedious. She was considering trying to find another way around a rather large hill she came across a few moments later when the sound of rustling caught her attention.
Unable, or at least thus far had yet, to feel fear in her short life, now wasn't the time she was going to start. So instead of running from the noise, she instead turned her curious gaze in that direction. "Is someone there?" she called out, her tone even and clearly lacking the nervousness that others should feel in such a situation as this.
Why should she be afraid, though, she wondered. It was other people who got hurt. Not her.