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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Jan 13, 2011 0:42:18 GMT -5
((D: Why?))
Charles looked up at Nicholas, well at least he's fine now
Charles stood up, the pain had gone as quickly as it came, and then he realised.
The workmen, uh oh.
And Charles started running, towards the large kitchen, he heard a voice, Hello General..., why did that name seem so familiar? He had never met a General, he dismissed this voice, and he turned around when another maid tapped him on the shoulder, she told him that there were guests wanting to see Lady Winchester. Guests? At this time of night? Oh well, it was Lady Winchester.
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Jan 13, 2011 7:51:49 GMT -5
(Oh no no no no no! No retiring allowed!  Just consider a long commercial being between your posts!) |
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Post by Charley Pollard on Jan 13, 2011 22:28:41 GMT -5
While the Doctor was trying to convince the man they had encountered that they did have good intentions being on the property at so late an hour, Charley glanced around. The house was certainly old, and much of it appeared boarded up. She looked back at the Doctor as he apparently remembered the name of this Sarah Winchester. His particular interest in her was both exciting and a bit frightening for her. All this talk of the occult – ugh! Just what had they gotten themselves into? The Doctor just grinned and promised her plenty to write about. She smiled slightly at him, feeling a bit ill at ease, but eager nonetheless. She had come to trust the Doctor by now, no matter how terrifying their situation had seemed to be.
The Doctor used the excuse that they were followers of the occult, and it took much for Charley to hold back her exclamation of surprise. The man walked off after being apparently satisfied with the Doctor’s explanation of themselves, and she shook her head slightly. Tyler beat her to it, questioning the Doctor of his so-called interest before she could make her own sarcastic jab. However, he had also heard the bit about the TARDIS, and the Doctor seemed to want her to get them out of that one. Well, he was a bit handsome, wasn’t he? Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad…
He seemed distracted enough by the idea that they weren’t followers of the occult themselves, so Charley went with that a step further. “Shall we go inside then?” she inserted eagerly. “I’m sure we shouldn’t keep Mrs. Winchester waiting.” She started to head towards the side door as directed. While walking, she leaned in closer to the Doctor. “The occult?” she whispered indignantly. “Why, Doctor, I would have never mistaken you for the type!” She chuckled a little and then looked towards Tyler, smiling. “So what brings you out to the apparently infamous Winchester house?” she asked, putting emphasis on the last words as though telling a spooky story.
(OOC: Sorry! This week got the best of me ^.^; )
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Jan 14, 2011 6:59:00 GMT -5
(Real life has a tendency to do that;) )
"Well, I helped Harry Houdini break up a few fake seances," the Doctor explained in a low voice. "He hated them with a passion and in exchange for a few of his secrets I went along with him to expose the frauds to the people. I had to agree with him on that, the majority of them were simply robbing the bereaved blind. I of course had to study up on the background. You wouldn't believe the trickery used, some of them were quite ingenius actually. But fake, of course. I don't believe in ghosts myself."
He paused before knocking on the door to admire it. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed, holding up the light. "Just look at this woodwork! If I'm not mistaken this is cypress! Oh, right, right, right, 'go on and knock on the door, Doctor'!" He did so and they all heard the slight hollow sound it made. As they waited he turned to Tyler. "Oh, you were asking about the TARDIS, weren't you? It's nothing really, just a large wooden box used to store things in. Charley seemed to have mislabled it during shipping and it most likely ended up here." It was a rather thin explanation but the Doctor was too eager to look around the house to think of anything more substantial, he had been in pyramids, tombs, ancient temples but nothing like this house!
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 14, 2011 9:38:29 GMT -5
((I am completely lost in this and I don't know if I can keep up if I could catch up))
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Post by The Mentalist on Jan 14, 2011 16:20:09 GMT -5
From a bit away, the head Butler heard the door being knocked on. Pulling up his gloves and fixing his hair, he broke out into a quick jog to get to the door. The maid had been right, there were guests at this time of night! This house really was strange.
Quickly checking a pocket watch as he got closer, he read the time.
1.30am
He bit his lip, frowning at the time. These guests were a little rude to show up at such an hour, but they were guests none-the-less, so he had to attend.
As he kept running down the corridor, it seemed to become less familiar, he was passing many doors he did not recognize. His attention taken by a flickering lamp on the wall, he eye was cast on an old portrait of his master. He had a straight and frowning face, as if he was angry with something. Nicholas nearly jumped as the light flashed and the butler could swear the eyes of the picture moved to look at him. He felt something creep up his back and stared at the painting as he passed. His master was still angry. Angry with him, his butler, even after he'd passed on. His wrath was almost tangible in the air.
The butler turned away from the scorning, starting to become a little nervous. The spirits were active tonight, two spookings hadn't happened in a while. The Butler's throat twinged a little and he kept running, turning round the corner to the side door.
Reaching the door, he skidded to halt. Sorting his gloves, hair and jacket again, he composed himself. Unlocking the door, he took a hold of the handle and opened the door a little bit, so he could see outside. Seeing three people standing outside, he spoke through the gap.
"Excuse me, can I help you?"
He waited for their reply and inspected the people outside. These folk wanted to see Mrs. Winchester? They were a bit odd to be in contact with her, ghosts or not. Especially the elder man. He wore some very funny clothes...
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Jan 14, 2011 16:34:45 GMT -5
(This place is getting creepier!  ) "Yes, I apologize for our calling on Mrs Winchester on such a late hour but we were hoping to join in on a seance. My niece had had a rather odd vision on her way here from London and of all the people we've spoken to we heard that the lady of the house here has the most knowledge in this." With a flourish the Doctor produced a card printed with gold letters and presented it with a slight bow. "If you would be so kind?" From down a hallway they heard a sharp and rather peevish voice exclaiming "Nicholas! Who is that? Are there four people there asking to see me? The spirits told me to expect four people! Don't dawdle! Show them in! They are very important!" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, they were expected? The spirits told Mrs Winchester they were coming? Impossible! But if so then how? And four? He gave a glance at Charley and Tyler, he had no idea who the fourth person was supposed to be, it seemed spirits (if that was indeed what they were) couldn't count very well. |
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Post by The Mentalist on Jan 14, 2011 16:53:20 GMT -5
(You wanted a creepy house man, so you got it! but this nothing yet! And ooh, who is this fourth person? This thread just gets better and better...)Nicholas inspected the people, letting the eccentric dressed man speak and state his purpose. He tried not to show any sign of emotion, but he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at the mention of seance. Surely the spirits had had enough disturbing for the time being, they'd certainly taken their anger out on him. Taking the calling card from the man and fully opening the door, he inspected it. He then heard Mrs. Winchester call out. She didn't sound all that happy but he would take it. He replied to her in the most respectable manner he could, still inspecting the card. "Only three people are asking to see you my lady, but they do wish to speak to you about the spirits. They wish to have a seance with you, do you want me to let them in?"As the image of his Master's portrait came back to him, he started to regret saying that. Perhaps that was what his Master was mad at him about, letting his wife get involved with such things. Catching his breath, he cough a little bit, quickly turning away from the guests. The card went in his pocket as he clasped his hand to his mouth. He coughed up a little blood into his gloves. Worried a little about appearance, he quick took off his gloves and put them in his pocket, then returning to the guests. The handkerchief around his neck went a darker red. "Terribly sorry."His head went a little dizzy as he waited for his ladies orders. Those spirits! They were nothing but trouble.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 14, 2011 21:01:51 GMT -5
Tyler glanced at Charley, a puzzled look on his face. "Infamous Winchester house? I have to say that I never even heard of it....I'm simply here because, well, I'm a pilot in the show tomorrow, and I arrived early. I went for a walk...and...well, here I am. I heard a scream as I came near this house....but I know nothing about this house or the person who lives here....apart from what just came up in conversation. I'm afraid I don't follow the occult...so if she's some famous occultist/medium/whatever, I...I wouldn't know."
Tyler heard the Doctor's explanation of what the TARDIS was and nodded. "Oh..right....I knew I had recognized the name. My parents were rather fond of that furniture company -- Tardis. They wouldn't get pieces made by anyone else. If I remember right, they make solid pieces."
Tyler groaned slightly when he heard that they were "expected" by spirits. "I....I refuse to take part in any seance, although I would appreciate a tour of the house," he whispered just loudly enough for both the Doctor and Charley to hear him.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 15, 2011 9:28:46 GMT -5
((Officially retracting from this thread. Working on deleting my posts))
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Post by Charley Pollard on Jan 15, 2011 20:08:57 GMT -5
Charley looked at Tyler, nodding. Apparently he didn’t really know much about the things that went on around this house. Then again, neither did she. The Doctor explained himself about his own personal background with going along with this sort of thing before. Well, as long as he knew what was going on… She watched as he knocked on the door, seeing a butler come to the door. He didn’t seem too thrilled with the lateness of the visitors, but Charley really couldn’t blame him. He went to announce their presence to Mrs. Winchester, who was apparently expecting them.
Charley met the Doctor’s glance as she started at the idea of four people. Four? Just what did that mean? She looked around beside and behind her, only noticing the Doctor and Tyler nearby. She shrugged with the Doctor’s explanation and continued forward. She shivered at the prospect of doing a séance. Sure, she didn’t believe in ghosts either… but the prospect of participating in a séance in this house and at this time of night put some sort of spook in her. She glanced at Tyler and nodded. “Hopefully we won’t have to!” she whispered, giving a side-long glance at the Doctor. She leaned in towards him again, remembering the real reason they had been so quick to get their noses into this mess anyway. “Don’t forget, Doctor, those screams. We haven’t found anything yet about who that was.”
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 15, 2011 20:30:56 GMT -5
((All done. Have fun guys))
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Post by The Eighth Doctor on Jan 16, 2011 18:48:30 GMT -5
As they were ushered in the Doctor looked at the butler and he frowned a bit with concern. "Are you all right? Have you had an accident? We heard a scream earlier," he added in a lower tone.
They heard footsteps come nearer and Mrs Sarah Winchester came into view. She stood not quite five feet tall but she still had the air of someone who knew what they were about and were used to giving orders. Her dark dress was trimmed with creamy lace and was obviously of good quality and her hair was done in a fashionable bun. She stopped and looked them up and down and didn't seem to be impressed at what she saw.
"So you're them?" she said curtly with a scowl. "I had expected better. Very well, come with me. And don't stray! Quickly now!"
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Post by Charley Pollard on Jan 16, 2011 20:57:02 GMT -5
Charley glanced at Tyler, then back at the Doctor after Mrs. Winchester had turned her back. “Why I never!” she muttered, trying to keep her voice down from their hostess but hopefully enough for the Doctor to hear how displeased she was with Mrs. Winchester’s reaction to them. Expected better? What exactly was that supposed to mean? With an indignant expression, she followed along, making sure to keep close. She had no idea where they were going, but she didn’t want to bother their hostess already. Perhaps they were going to find out something soon about those screams. But who knew what was going on in a place like this.
As they walked along, she looked around at the house. This part was in such contrast to the area that they had landed in. The ball room, as they Doctor had realized, was pretty much out of commission; the only things that had remained were abandoned building and paint supplies. This area of the house was very much lived in, decorations and all. Mrs. Winchester herself was an enigma though, this short woman with apparently much pride and wealth, keeping to herself and having séances. Charley held back a shiver that had come along involuntarily, but moved ahead.
“So Mrs. Winchester,” she said, trying to make small talk that would hopefully help them glean some information, “have there been incidents this evening? When we were arriving on the grounds to visit you, we believed we heard a scream. Is everything in order? We were awfully frightened that someone had been hurt.” She glanced momentarily at the Doctor, hoping she hadn’t spoken about the situation too soon. Sometimes, Charley’s curiosity just got the best of her.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 16, 2011 22:36:35 GMT -5
(so this section is lived in? Tyler probably wouldn't do well in the building part of the house.....which is another reason I made him a pilot. Is this part dusty and smell of new paint? -- need to know for Tyler's sake)
Tyler followed the woman, hoping that he wouldn't really be asked to participate in a seance. Just because it always made Tyler feel more comfortable, he felt in his pocket for his pocket watch. Although it was broken, it still gave him a bit of comfort. The watch itself made Tyler feel more at peace, almost as if there was a bit of home with him. As he had always understood, the watch belonged in his family, passed down through the years. It was an old relic, a connection to his family.
Tyler noticed Charley glance his way. He smiled at her, looking at her for the first time in the light of the house. She was decent looking, although he had seen women that were more attractive. However, looks were not the most important thing. She seemed nice, and her personality, from what he'd seen of it, was friendly.
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