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June 21, 2005 |
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Gideon Club - Study...
Posh, though casually and comfortably furnished. This room sits at the front corner of the mansion. Windows are placed such that there is an expansive view of the property. A fireplace is located at the far wall and before it rests a large sofa and a coffee table. The table is cluttered with a few hard-cover books, several magazines and a silver dinner tray which may have once held cheese, crackers and pepperoni but now holds crumbs and a sharp hunting knife. Two lanterns glow softly over a small bar which is obviously of the 'help yourself' variety. A closed doorway is located to one side of the bar and an archway leading out into the hall at the other. Additional furniture is scattered appropriately about the study: a recliner and footstool here, an easy chair and end-table over there. One is easily put at ease in a place such as this.
Sorcha comes in from the lobby.
Sorcha knocks upon the door lightly as she peeks in "Hello? Mr. Stone? Anyone here?"
Sitting at the bar is an auburn haired woman. She has her elbows propt at the bartop and her chin in her hands. From her fingers dangles a sharpie pen and before her is a newspaper. She squinches up her nose as she paruses the pages. She doesn't turn to regard the girl but offers a mutter, "...he's not here."
Sorcha steps in despite, most likely so the woman can actually see her rather then just a bit of her "Oh. I'm sorry." The girl tilts her head sideways as she looks at the woman "Oh....Hello Miss Yosannah." The child shows a small but friendly smile.
Yosannah sends her gaze sidelong to consider the source of the intrusion. After a moment's inspection, she returns her gaze to the paper and scribbles something thereon, "I don't expect him back any time soon either." No small talk then.
This odd little girl looks to be no older then 12 years at most. Straight, smooth hair, black as pitch, exposes only a portion of her doll-like features as it falls past her shoulders. Eyes like coal stare out from under long dark lashes, contrasting to her near white complexion tinted lightly with the palest of pink at the cheeks. Rose lips seldom show the smiles associated with children of similar age and she seems to stare out at the world with a macabre sense of wonder. All in all she seems to possess a sort of strange and morbid beauty to her.
Her knee length dress mimics those seen worn by the perfect, pretty little girls often seen in old ladies magazines. Well tailored with puffy sleeves and swirling shirting, complete with pinafore covering the front and tied in a bow behind her. But here the similarity stops.
Her dress is the darkest black, with a sheer material starting where the puffed sleeves end and covering her arms to the wrist. The pinafore is a dark grey color with the ties and bow made from the same sheer material on her arms. Deep pockets grace each side, more then capable of carrying things such as deck of cards. Black tights cover her legs and end in ankle-high, black, leather boots, laced neatly and double tied. A leather satchel to match is easily slung over her shoulder, A doll dressed in a dingy grey bridal gown pokes it's head and shoulders out as it seems to hitch a ride.
Sorcha nods "Oh. Okay." she pauses a moment "Well, would it be possible to leave a note for him?"
Yosannah exhales a gust of breath. She looks about her personal space, spies a pile of napkins and reaches for one. She holds it, and her pen, out for the girl, "Here."
Sorcha wanders over towards the bar, carful to avoid any more of Yosannah's space as she rights a quick note. It seems she doesn't mind if anyone nearby reads as she quickly writes ~Mr. Stone, Hope to have a visit with you soon. I have something for you. Lady Sorcha~ She then hands the pen back to Yosannah with a small smile and a "Thanks." before she looks around for a spot to leave her note.
As the girl writes, Yosannah sets her gaze over her. "You look like Wednesday," she notes, matter-of-factly.
Sorcha looks to Yosannah, "Wednesday?"
Yosannah reaches for the napkin as she shakes her head, "Nevermind."
Sorcha shrugs. She then pauses a moment "Have you happen to have seen Dai about lately?"
Yosannah sets the napkin atop the bar, "Last week." She resumes her scrutiny of the paper. It appears, should the girl care to look, that she is working on a cross-word puzzle. "He stopped by here for a bit. Why, do you need him too."
Sorcha shrugs "No...not really. Just..." she stops "wondered if he's alright. I haven't seen him since he left Montmouth Manor."
Yosannah scribbles, "He seemed fine. Mentioned something about looking for something. I dunno. Ryker maybe."
Sorcha seems abit surprised but that emotion quickly turns to a heavy sigh as the girl leans against the bar. "Ryker...I don't know why Dai even bothers looking anymore...He's dead." The girl's gaze becomes downcast as the twists and tugs and twists at a strand of her inky black hair.
Yosannah mutters, indifferent, "He's not dead."
Sorcha snaps her head up "He is too! Everybody says so!"
"Well, everyone else is stupid then." She turns her head over her shoulder to consider the girl with a slight glare, "And /I/ am not stupid. Besides, I saw him. Sorta."
Back to the crossword.
Sorcha takes a step away from the bar and nearly trips over her own two feet in the process. She stares at Yosannah with a narrowed gaze "What do you mean? Sorta?"
It is obvious Yosannah could care one hoot about the girl's distraction. She offers, however, "Here. It was several months ago now, but it was him. Of course, he didn't really look much like himself. He looked kinda like... hhrrmmin." The end is rather mumbled.
Sorcha looks down at the floor again while she ponders something in her head. Her voice gets really soft at this point "Sorry to have bothered you Miss Yosannah. Her fingers start the twisting of a lock of hair again. The child looks like she's got a bigger headache then the day Dai pushed in on her trump contact in Webber's and caused a rouckous.
Yosannah lets her gaze go sidelong once again so that she might give the girl a quick glance. She opens her mouth to comment, thinks better of it, shakes her head and just goes back to her puzzle.
Sorcha catches the second thought as she glances upward abit, "What?"
Yosannah shakes her head again, "Nothing. Take care, okay." Scribble, scribble.
Sorcha nods "Guess you're still upset with me over that time in Webber's." she shrugs "Take care too. If you happen to see Dai. Tell him I asked about him." she makes her way with almost silent steps to the door. One might be inclined to think she was a ghost herself.
Yosannah lets her leave without further word.
Sorcha goes out into the hall.