Shattered Dreams

[Ares the Ram]

"Special occasion huh?" Fred stood defiantly with his arms crossed. He turned his head to look at the other guest glaring at him. "What's your problem buttercup?"

[✡]

Drake backed away from the shopkeeper and went up to his assigned room. Best he got some writing done while James planned..

[Mr.Mustard]

Bill walked into the kitchen, away from the old crock. He may be evil and rude, be he was Bill's lifeline. The only reason he kept this job was because James practically ran the job market. If he were to quit, Bill would never find another job...

He reached into the cupboard, grabbing the oatmeal. James had the stuff with a pinch of sugar every day, nothing else. Bill couldn't see how the old prick could stand the stuff, but the man was obsessed with his health. Bill was sure he didn't have one bit of cholesterol in his bloodstream.

[x]

"What do you mean if he tries anything funny? I think the man respects himself enough to not go into unwarranted territory, at least that was the impression he gave me during our interview---" Sasha put a hand to her mouth and blushed. She hated it when she spoke all academic like...it made her look like a nerdy loser in front of her friends.........

***some time later***

The ferry pulled up into its due time at the island port. Yes it was late but it was better than not at all. Sasha turned round with a smile to her friend, her hands clutched tight on her bag: "This is it, right up there...boy does this man run a fancy place here-" her eyes wandered over the island's features, then to the location of the estate. "We'd best be off, right?" she liked her friends to guide the way.   

[Mr.Mustard]

James glanced out the window, at the approaching ferry. "So, the last guests have arrived... Bill! Get out here, you lazy bum!"
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Bill heard the yell from the kitchen. He walked to the entryroom, to his boss's voice. "Yes, sir?" he asked, disdainfully.
"Is dinner ready yet, or did you lase through that, too?" James barked at the poor man.
"All is ready except for your Oatmeal..." he replied, heading back to the kitchen before he could be insulted again.

[Ares the Ram]

As the old codger barked at the butler, Fred couldn't help but be disgusted at his actions. Being a host, he'd thought he would have shown some courtesy around his guests. "So when do I find out why you brought me here? I know you didn't invite me over for a tea party."

[Mr.Mustard]

"When dinner has arrived, my friend... In the mean time, why don't you find you're living accommodations? I have set all the rooms on the second floor, and every room has a name card... I'm sure you'll find them most elequant......"

[Grace.E]

Rachel stepped ahead of Sasha, when they finally arrived in the building, she was breath taken...but she stood on guard, smiling at Sasha, hearing commands, she knew they were going to be 'assisted'

[Mr.Mustard]

James looked up from his chair, his neck popping. "Welcome to my humble abode... I trust that you have abandoned all previous distates? Anyways, welcome to Lookout Point. I'll have my butler show you to you're room... BILL! Get out here!"
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Bill heard the old man calling him again. He walked into the entryroom, and noticed the final two guests.
"Bill! Show these fine young ladies to their rooms, now!" James yelled.
*It never ceaces to amaze me...* Bill thought, leading the guests to the second floor.

[Ares the Ram]

Fred had already found his room and unpacked his suitcase, which had found his way there before him. He decided to sit in a nearby chair to await the dinner service. "Something's off about all this. This better be worth my time." He said aloud to no-one.

[Mr.Mustard]

Bill walked down to the ferry, enjoying a quick smoke. The old man's oatmeal was cooking slow in the burner, as the old man ordered. If only the old crock would die, that would solve a lot of problems... But, then again, without Mustard, Bill was homeless again, and that was not fun...

[✡]

Drake sighed as he put his clothes out on his bed. The old bat wasn't dead yet...and he was patronizing him...great. Drake shuffled through his suitcase until his hand ran across the object that protected him here. The butt end of a pistol protruded from his suitcase. Just in case the old man tried anything funny...

[x]

Sasha was glad she had gotten her own room, and after a goodbye to Rachel, she went about setting it up to her tastes. She also took the time to get dressed in a dress even finer and take care of her make-up. She slipped her make-up set into a handbag to take with her, in case she had to 'fix her face' over dinner. And now she waited, nervously. This place seemed too large, swallowing.

[Grace.E]

Rachel, in her own, extravagant Victorian style room, somehow the old man knew that her favorite color was cool colors such as green, purple and blue. she dressed herself in a slim, black evening gown that touched the floor, it was a halter style and it exposed her upper and mid back., her hair was down, soft tendrils of wavy black hair, she applied mascara to her eyelashes, enhancing them, when she finally looked at herself, she barely recognized the reflection...very beautiful.she put on a diamond necklace that was passed down for generations in her fiancee's family...her dead fiancee. she glanced down at the handsome image of her husband to be... a handsome silver wolf, with laughing blue eyes and shiny brown, short hair.
"give me strength my love...I will need it" applying a small amount of handmade, soft and fragrant perfume she went to Sasha's room. "Sasha?" she walked in.

[✡]

Drake spent the evening alone in his room trying to do some work, but stress caused him to go through an entire pack of Marlboros. His eyes kept darting to the gun...would he ever have to use such a thing?