‘ thatmrdarcy
He watched people go about their business. He noticed that most-if not all-worried very little about their actions. He saw that most of the people in the mansion did not have the same values as he did. He was told he had to take proper note of how he was standing, how he addressed someone, how he moved through the room. It was true that he was no longer in the land of the dead, but he still could not relax. He was like a frightened caged animal hiding in a corner. To most he said nothing, but that didn’t mean he wished to remain silent. He just stood there with his eyebrows knotted together.
Ever since her ARRIVAL she was beginning to accept that this was her LIFE now. Whatever happened before didn’t MATTER a n y m o r e. It was a fresh start, Isla Nubar was HISTORY and whatever lied in the four walls of this mansion was her FUTURE. Claire never left her room door open she enjoyed PRIVACY and she didn’t want o t h e r s to know how big her room ACTUALLY was. But the room had gotten FILTHY and it was in need of a good cleansing. She opened the door and carried on to exchanging bed sheets, throwing out old take out. From the corner of her eye she noticed a man RESTING at her door frame, he looked lost --- confused. She approached him. ❝ is there ANYTHING i can help you with?? ❞
