#manor.start

[redremys]

open twilight zone starter, @manorstart​

remy, baby and jayce were on a walk through town. it wasn’t rare to find him with the dogs, or walking, but it was mid day, and he had been working on the school’s spring play. one of the kids requested some kind of movie called high school musical, he didn’t know anything about it, and finding the script was harder than he anticipated. but now as he walked down toward the cafe he held the papers in his hands, reading through the lines, trying to decide how to approach. suddenly, though, as he walked he noticed jayce, the german shepard, began pulling away from him toward one of the residents. “ohp, what’s up jay, d’you see your friend?” he mused, looking up to look at them before leaning down and gripping the edge of the leash. “heads up, here she comes to say hi.”

[wesmonts]

open twilight zone starter, @manorstart​​

“thank you for stopping by, I know it’s a weird request trust me but, I wanted to try and get this room done before valentines. theo’s always complaining that we never have anywhere nice to eat when it’s holidays or something. that’s usually when I remind him that we don’t even do holiday parties and it becomes a whole fight,” wesley rattled off, waving his hand around as he reached for the paint, “but, with one last coat of paint, this room will be finished and he’ll get off my back.” his smile grew as she held a brush out to the other. “promise, I’ll pay you in a freshly cooked meal or an open bar tab.”

[faerytaledd]

It was a rather quiet night. At least that was what it seemed like to Fae. Her nights were always rather calm and quiet. Just the way she liked it as well. Though there was something almost eerie about her room as she sat on her bed and began to read a book. One that she had read cover to cover more than a few times. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that her skin felt as though it was almost on end. Which was why when there was a knock on her door that she jumped, promptly falling off her bed and hitting her head on the nightstand.

“Yeah?” she called, rubbing her head tenderly in the spot that was now throbbing.

@manorstart

[isilvers]

short open starter // the burial after party . ( @manorstart​ )

Isadora spent the entire day in the kitchen. From the crack of dawn until this moment she was cooking, which explained the apron still wrapped around her frame as she sat the pigs in a blanket down. Her gaze lifted to lock on one of the guests as she flashed a nervous smile. “If you want something specific, let me know, I can cook up any comfort food.”

[blvirambrosio]

@manorstart​

despite the fact that the school had given everyone the day off, blair still found herself sitting alone in a booth at the diner, several piles of paper surrounding her and a basket of fries. head down, attempting to read another reading reflection her students had written about ‘lord of the flies’ where all they wrote about was the man parachuting from the plane and how the boys thought it was a beast. movement from the other side of the table cause her to draw her eyes upwards, a smile making its way onto her face in greeting. “you couldn’t have come at a better time honestly, if i had to keep reading this i might cry.”

[prevaricatcr]

📱 - UNKNOWN NUMBER

elliot: uhhhh. alright, question out of total curiosity...

elliot: what would YOU consider the best way to get cran-apple juice out of couch cushions?

[gunnsnrses]

“Ya know,” she said, dismissively, “I’m not really in the mood to hear some psycho babble bullshit.”

Sage was on a mission. She was there to find her best friend and she would find her. But with all the whispers going around, it was hard to concentrate. Which was why when someone approached her, Sage jumped at the chance to shoot down what she didn’t want to hear.

“Look, I’m looking for my best friend, okay? Her name’s Blair. You seen her?” with that, she held up her lockscreen of her phone, which was a picture of her and Blair that last summer.

@manorstart

[sophiaigallo]

        sophia was shaken to say the least. who was that man?? she didn’t remember meeting anyone named wes when she talked to the other guests. but that still didn’t complete the equation of what just happened to her. sophia was hesitant to run inside the manor because she was unsure if something would chase her. logically she knew that nothing would chase her but she just couldn’t shake the idea of something behind her. once she was in the manor she quickly made her way through the large rooms & luxurious decor. sophia went to the first person she could find. she was pale, lips dry & her heart pounding. “i -- i -- do you, do you, i saw dead people, i swear to fucking god.” her words came out quickly, brooklyn accent thick against her tongue, using volume rather than her sounding overly pitchy. without realizing it her hands were grasping the other’s lower shoulders. “do you understand what i’m sayin’??”