Miles Bletchley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} miles_to_go) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} resurrectio_rpg,@ 2008-05-13 01:56:00 |
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Elizabeth Perks' Funeral/Memorial
WHO: Miles Bletchley, Sally-Anne Perks, NPCs (such as her younger sister and aunt) also, OPEN to any alumni or adult characters who would have went to school with Elizabeth and/or any Purebloods
WHAT: Elizebeth Perk's Funeral; Sally-Anne making a scene.
WHERE: Bletchley Manor, Manchester
WHEN: Monday Afternoon
RATING: R language, mention of suicide
STATUS: Started/incomplete.
"Annie, love would you please stop fussing with your hair." Miles asked kindly, watching Sally-Anne from where he sat on the couch. His sister, Marley, sat beside him, her hand firmly holding onto his. Sally-Anne glared at him from the mirror but turned slowly to look at him. She looked sad, terribly sad, and though she was doing a good job at hiding it, Miles' knew her heart was broken, just like his. Pulling Marley up with him, Miles rose to his feet and gave Sally-Anne a hug that she sank into, clinging to him for a second. When he began to pull away she glanced up at him, her eyes wide.
"Do I have to go?" She whispered. Marley saved Miles from having to say anything, and for the first time that day, Marley released his hand. It rose to touch Sally-Anne's cheek gently, while the other pushed her hair back behind her ear. "Do I?" Sally-Anne repeated, her voice breaking and tears filling her eyes.
"Of course you do, love. Dora's waiting for you." Marley's voice was very calm, soothing. It seemed enough to convince Sally-Anne to leave the room. Marley replaced her hand in Miles' but grabbed hold of Sally-Anne's as well. Together they left the room and walked down the hall until the reached a set of tall oak doors. They all hesitated before Miles turned the handle and pushed it open, leading his sister and cousin inside.
The moment the door opened the sad melody of a violinist could be heard playing. It made Sally-Anne cringe and she wanted nothing more than to run from this lavish room, ordaned in white lace and lillies, occupied by people she barely knew. An elderly man to her left gave her a sympathetic look and the frown that descended on her face was occumpanied by tears. Marley leaned forward, placing a kiss on Sally-Anne's cheek and murmuring, "It'll be alright, love. Don't even look at them. Go to Dora." And Sally-Anne's eyes found her younger sister, who was sitting alone, her knees drawn up on the chair, her eyes wide with fear, and crying. She was the image of heartbreak and Sally-Anne broke free of her cousins and was at her sister's side immediately, enveloping her tightly.
Miles watched Sally-Anne for only a moment, letting go of Marley's hand and giving her a look she knew meant to stay with their younger cousins and then he was off to find his aunt. He found her standing by herself, leaning agianst a doorway, her face a perfect mask showing nothing of her feelings, though Miles had always questioned whether she had any at all. "Annie's parents weren't allowed to come?" He asked, as he neared her. Caitlin visibly stiffened at the sound of his voice. Her eyes were cold when they looked at her. "May I speak with you in private?" Miles asked, his voice softer this time. Caitlin gave him a quick look that suggested she would rather not, but then nodded once and followed him as he led her from the room. He did not stop in the hall, instead leading her down it to the study.
"It's been a while since anyone's been in this house, hasn't it Miles?" Caitlin asked coolly, and when Miles turned to look at her, he had tears in his eyes.
"Yes, a while. But I didn't ask you here to talk about the state of my manor." Miles said softly. He fixed her with a piercing look. "Annie thinks it was suicide." He said simply, wincing at the way his heart hurt when he said the word. Caitlin rose one eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest.
"Do you think otherwise?" Caitlin asked, and Miles' temper got the best of him. He slammed his fist onto the desk that stood just before him.
"Damn it Caitlin. I want to know what happened. Did Dora see any of it?" He nearly yelled. His heart was beating too fast and he took a step away from Caitlin.
"No, Dora wasn't home that day." She paused, seeming to collect her thoughts. "The only thing you or Leanne needs to know is that Elizabeth could no longer handle living with the pain, with the constant sickness. She made it easier for herself and I don't disagree with what she did." Caitlin said forcefully, knowing that Miles' wouldn't agree. Mile's reaction was much worse than she had anticipated.
"You agree? You're a bloody selfish bitch, just like her then." Miles yelled, no longer trying to contain his voice. "And don't call her Leanne. She fucking hates it." There was a glint in Caitlin's eye and she opened her mouth to speak.
"Selfish?" A soft voice came from the door, and both Miles and Caitlin looked to see Marley standing in the doorway. Her eyes looked at Miles' for a few seconds, pleading with him in a way only the two of them coulnd understand, and then she turned her eyes on Caitlin and they were deathly cold. "Get out of my house. Don't stay for the funeral. Dora will be brought back to France as soon as Sally-Anne is back in school." Marley said, and it was only because Miles' knew her so well that he knew she was having trouble keeping her own temper held in check.
Caitlin gave them both reproachful glares, but knowing she was in Bletchley Manor meant that if her welcome wore out, she was forced to leave. The moment she was gone, Marley turned to Miles. "Dora was there, she told me they found her bleeding out in the bathroom. She's a bloody liar Miles, I don't her living with her anymore." She paused, looked at the clock on the wall and sigh, grasping Miles hand and hoping that her presence alone would keep him calm. "Annie and Dora need us, let's go. No one else knows."
The room was silent when they re-entered and sat beside Sally-Anne and Dora. The violinist began to play again, and Sally-Anne looked around, searching for her aunt. "Where's Caitlin?" She asked softly, looking at Miles and Marley but neither answered her, they simply stared straight ahead and soon the priest began to speak. Nearly all of them, Miles, Marley, and Sally-Anne drifted off into their own worlds as he spoke, and for the entiriety of the service. When it ended, they rose, with sorrowfully heavy hearts, and stood together near the back to share words with any who chose to linger.
WHO: Miles Bletchley, Sally-Anne Perks, NPCs (such as her younger sister and aunt) also, OPEN to any alumni or adult characters who would have went to school with Elizabeth and/or any Purebloods
WHAT: Elizebeth Perk's Funeral; Sally-Anne making a scene.
WHERE: Bletchley Manor, Manchester
WHEN: Monday Afternoon
RATING: R language, mention of suicide
STATUS: Started/incomplete.
"Annie, love would you please stop fussing with your hair." Miles asked kindly, watching Sally-Anne from where he sat on the couch. His sister, Marley, sat beside him, her hand firmly holding onto his. Sally-Anne glared at him from the mirror but turned slowly to look at him. She looked sad, terribly sad, and though she was doing a good job at hiding it, Miles' knew her heart was broken, just like his. Pulling Marley up with him, Miles rose to his feet and gave Sally-Anne a hug that she sank into, clinging to him for a second. When he began to pull away she glanced up at him, her eyes wide.
"Do I have to go?" She whispered. Marley saved Miles from having to say anything, and for the first time that day, Marley released his hand. It rose to touch Sally-Anne's cheek gently, while the other pushed her hair back behind her ear. "Do I?" Sally-Anne repeated, her voice breaking and tears filling her eyes.
"Of course you do, love. Dora's waiting for you." Marley's voice was very calm, soothing. It seemed enough to convince Sally-Anne to leave the room. Marley replaced her hand in Miles' but grabbed hold of Sally-Anne's as well. Together they left the room and walked down the hall until the reached a set of tall oak doors. They all hesitated before Miles turned the handle and pushed it open, leading his sister and cousin inside.
The moment the door opened the sad melody of a violinist could be heard playing. It made Sally-Anne cringe and she wanted nothing more than to run from this lavish room, ordaned in white lace and lillies, occupied by people she barely knew. An elderly man to her left gave her a sympathetic look and the frown that descended on her face was occumpanied by tears. Marley leaned forward, placing a kiss on Sally-Anne's cheek and murmuring, "It'll be alright, love. Don't even look at them. Go to Dora." And Sally-Anne's eyes found her younger sister, who was sitting alone, her knees drawn up on the chair, her eyes wide with fear, and crying. She was the image of heartbreak and Sally-Anne broke free of her cousins and was at her sister's side immediately, enveloping her tightly.
Miles watched Sally-Anne for only a moment, letting go of Marley's hand and giving her a look she knew meant to stay with their younger cousins and then he was off to find his aunt. He found her standing by herself, leaning agianst a doorway, her face a perfect mask showing nothing of her feelings, though Miles had always questioned whether she had any at all. "Annie's parents weren't allowed to come?" He asked, as he neared her. Caitlin visibly stiffened at the sound of his voice. Her eyes were cold when they looked at her. "May I speak with you in private?" Miles asked, his voice softer this time. Caitlin gave him a quick look that suggested she would rather not, but then nodded once and followed him as he led her from the room. He did not stop in the hall, instead leading her down it to the study.
"It's been a while since anyone's been in this house, hasn't it Miles?" Caitlin asked coolly, and when Miles turned to look at her, he had tears in his eyes.
"Yes, a while. But I didn't ask you here to talk about the state of my manor." Miles said softly. He fixed her with a piercing look. "Annie thinks it was suicide." He said simply, wincing at the way his heart hurt when he said the word. Caitlin rose one eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest.
"Do you think otherwise?" Caitlin asked, and Miles' temper got the best of him. He slammed his fist onto the desk that stood just before him.
"Damn it Caitlin. I want to know what happened. Did Dora see any of it?" He nearly yelled. His heart was beating too fast and he took a step away from Caitlin.
"No, Dora wasn't home that day." She paused, seeming to collect her thoughts. "The only thing you or Leanne needs to know is that Elizabeth could no longer handle living with the pain, with the constant sickness. She made it easier for herself and I don't disagree with what she did." Caitlin said forcefully, knowing that Miles' wouldn't agree. Mile's reaction was much worse than she had anticipated.
"You agree? You're a bloody selfish bitch, just like her then." Miles yelled, no longer trying to contain his voice. "And don't call her Leanne. She fucking hates it." There was a glint in Caitlin's eye and she opened her mouth to speak.
"Selfish?" A soft voice came from the door, and both Miles and Caitlin looked to see Marley standing in the doorway. Her eyes looked at Miles' for a few seconds, pleading with him in a way only the two of them coulnd understand, and then she turned her eyes on Caitlin and they were deathly cold. "Get out of my house. Don't stay for the funeral. Dora will be brought back to France as soon as Sally-Anne is back in school." Marley said, and it was only because Miles' knew her so well that he knew she was having trouble keeping her own temper held in check.
Caitlin gave them both reproachful glares, but knowing she was in Bletchley Manor meant that if her welcome wore out, she was forced to leave. The moment she was gone, Marley turned to Miles. "Dora was there, she told me they found her bleeding out in the bathroom. She's a bloody liar Miles, I don't her living with her anymore." She paused, looked at the clock on the wall and sigh, grasping Miles hand and hoping that her presence alone would keep him calm. "Annie and Dora need us, let's go. No one else knows."
The room was silent when they re-entered and sat beside Sally-Anne and Dora. The violinist began to play again, and Sally-Anne looked around, searching for her aunt. "Where's Caitlin?" She asked softly, looking at Miles and Marley but neither answered her, they simply stared straight ahead and soon the priest began to speak. Nearly all of them, Miles, Marley, and Sally-Anne drifted off into their own worlds as he spoke, and for the entiriety of the service. When it ended, they rose, with sorrowfully heavy hearts, and stood together near the back to share words with any who chose to linger.