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Post by Madam Leona on Oct 29, 2012 0:26:39 GMT -5
Madam Leona stood at the window in her grey scale appearance. Her eyes looking out over the landscape while the moon shined in through the window. It couldn't be later then 10:00 pm. The library was still her favorite place of any place in the manor. She of course was the writer and the reader and so what better paradise then a library?
She was also deep in thought about her happily ever after... what was it? She realized that she never really got to see any one else have a happy ending, except for perhaps the little blonde Christine. If Leona did happen to get her happily ever after... what would it be like? Would it be her being able to move on? Or her getting her revenge on her ex husband? Except none of that... really made her feel happy. And if it didn't make her feel happy, how could it be her happy ending?
Madam Leona's grey appearance grew paler. Even if she was able to write another word to her story, how could she ever make the mood truly happy in the ending... if she had never even come to have one herself? The closest she had was the marriage to her ex who ended up to be a monster of large degrees. And her sister... how could her sister ever betray here so heavily? Thinking so greatly on this, Leona did not hear anyone come in. And although she was still very much dead... her eyes swelled with tears and dropped onto the ground, disappearing into a ghost tear that was never there.
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Oct 29, 2012 18:01:41 GMT -5
Alfred was getting bored. Master Raoul didn't need him very much any more here at the mansion. The young nobleman had actually found himself a job in the village! Alfred found that extraordinary, yet the young Vicomte had always been extraordinary. Alfred expected that a job might be good for the young nobleman, to learn how the rest of the world made their living. And yet, it didn't seem right. But Alfred shrugged it off. Whatever Master Raoul wanted, it was all right with him. He just wished there was more to do at the mansion. He was used to running a household and making sure all those little details were done correctly. He enjoyed running the huge dinner parties that the de Chagnys held often. Here, there wasn't much going on.
Alfred heard wind of a wedding taking place soon, but he didn't know any of the participants and he wasn't invited, so he wasn't expecting to be asked to help either. He had wandered about the manor since he had been here and he had found a few lovely rooms. He found a few dusty, dilapidated ones too and he had cleaned them up as fast as he could.
Today he opened two wooden doors and found himself in a library. He lit several gas lights and could see it was quite a vast library, with many bookshelves, punctuated by paintings of perhaps family members from days gone by. They were quite grim and sour looking. Alfred focused his sights on the books to see what might be of interest. Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, by Mary Shelley caught his attention. Alfred had read the book as a young man and had found it interesting. He wanted to read it again and wondered if he would still find it as interesting.
He sat down in a leather chair near the fireplace. Someone had built a fire and it took the chill out of the room. But suddenly, Alfred felt a bit of a cool breeze, in spite of the fire burning brightly. He looked up from the book which he had just opened and saw what looked like a vague mist. He was mystified and closed the book. He watched to see if he could determine where the cool mist was coming from.
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Post by Madam Leona on Nov 13, 2012 1:14:37 GMT -5
Madam Leona quickly noticed a light coming from behind her. She quickly disappeared before she was seen by this person that she some how didn't notice come in. She turned around and began to float towards the light, eventually finding herself also gliding through the book shelves - and found a man. He was a taller man, a bit older than herself... when she had died. She noticed him pick out a book, Frankenstein. She grinned a bit - a classic.
She fallowed him to his seat beside the fireplace. She walked closer to him, drawing some energy from the room but then stopped when he looked up and saw her. However, she hadn't materialized enough to really see she was a person. He looked at her with interest and closed his book. And for a moment, a sad thought came into her head. I wish my husband looked at me ever with as much interest as this man shows. She tried to brush it off. No, she would not let her self fall into a bad mood quite so easily. But now the question was... she fully become herself or disappear entirely and miss out on meeting another new person?
Madam Leona moved away from the older man towards the window where the moon light pooled in. She then held her breath and hoped that she would not scare the man if he continued to watch her. She then slowly took form, making the room colder and colder. She made herself into full color, changing her dress into a dark blue. However, she still stayed a bit transparent. She then breathed out slowly and looked at the man with wide brown eyes. It annoyed her greatly when other ghosts said that she should stop looking like she was breathing and other lively things but it was a habit she was not willing to break it. She liked thinking she could still breath. Leona took a gliding step towards the man. "Excuse me... I don't mean to go frightening you... I am Madam Leona Reyfeild. Pleasure to meet you sir." She said, trying to sound pleasant enough.
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Nov 17, 2012 14:00:16 GMT -5
Most things didn't frighten Alfred. He was curious and fascinated by the odd, the bizarre and the strange. Hence his choice of reading material as he had come into the library. He watched the mist form itself into a woman! She was a pretty woman, a bit mature and very attractive. He stood up, with no fear that she would harm him; he just didn't feel that emanation from her. The room became colder for she was drawing energy from it. But the oddest thing about it is that she looked exactly like the woman he had left in France...the woman he used to take long walks with, the woman he had fallen in love with and had hoped to marry before his sojourn here to the mansion. He missed her so much...he whispered her name...Juliette. She was the only reason he would even care to leave this place, for he liked the mansion very much, at least so far.
Alfred stood in amazement and took a few tentative steps toward her. The woman spoke, giving her name as Madam Leona Rayfield. "I am most pleased to meet you, Madam Rayfield. I hope you do not mind me saying so, but you remind me greatly of someone I know. My name is Alfred Worthington." Alfred approached closer. "What manner of being are you, if you do not mind me asking..."
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Post by Madam Leona on Dec 14, 2012 0:16:35 GMT -5
Madam Leona smiled when the gentleman in fact did not react in any sort of fear, but instead with a kind of curiosity and an almost gentle-likeness. He spoke to her kindly back, and even told her that she reminded him of someone else- how interesting! She smiled a bit wider, it was good to finally do something quite interesting for once. Oh how she loved this library!
Alfred Worthington. Leona let it roll around in her thoughts for a moment, and decided she liked the sound of it and this gentleman's personality thus far. "You may just call me Leona... or Madam Leona. I never cared to be called by my last name, silly as that is. She chuckled a little and listened as he asked what she was. She was considered a little... eccentric for her thoughts on her... state of being. Most were rather touchy on it, however, Madam Leona could care less if everyone knew how she died. It was going to happen eventually anyhow.
"Well... some may call us.... apparitions, ghosts, figments... phantoms... Leona laughed, a silly little glint in her eye. "But I guess all in all... dead. I hope that answered you question. Most of the other... original members of the manor are rather touchy on the subject of their death. However, suppose I am not like most of the others. Though I get along with them for the most part... except for of course a few. She laughed and then sighed a little, looking off a little distantly, then snapped right back and smiled warmly, thought the environment around them was so ever cold. "Excuse me for rambling off, I promise, I don't tend to do that quite too often."
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Dec 14, 2012 1:01:11 GMT -5
Alfred was not really surprised when Leona said she was a ghost. He expected she was something like that, although he couldn't think of anything else really, that she could be. He had never seen a ghost before let alone spoken to one. "Madam Leona is a lovely name. And please excuse me for being a bit formal. I am a servant, Madam and I am used to being proper with my betters. And certainly you may call me Alfred."
Alfred suddenly realized he was actually speaking with a spectre, a ghost. How could this possibly be? He knew for certain he wasn't dreaming. "Are you able to tell me something about yourself? There is nothing special about me for as I said, I have been a servant much of my life." For some reason he wanted to know more about this being. "How long can you stay visible?" He was curious to know everything about her.
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Post by Madam Leona on Feb 10, 2013 3:36:51 GMT -5
Madam Leona smiled and glanced down, then back up when he had called her name lovely. She had never heard that before, not even from her own ex husband. And truth be told, she rather enjoyed his formality, it gave him a certain... air about him. Like the type that could handle any situation calmly and logically but still with feeling.
Alfred then asked if there was something she could tell him about herself. He asked her how long she could stay visible. She nearly giggled at her curiosity. "Well, I can stay visible as long as there is energy I suppose... or as long as this manor is here. I was died around... 1843 or 1860 ish. Its been a very long time... so long I can't even remember when I was born." She said, shrugging a bit and chuckling a little. It was just the life of a ghost. Some remembered, some didn't.
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Post by Alfred Worthington on Mar 23, 2013 13:39:59 GMT -5
Alfred was more and more amazed at this very kind spectre "I had expected, Madam Leona, that spectres would be frightening and horrid, but I find you none of that. If remaining visible is too difficult, I invite you to speak to me invisibly. I am not fearful, rather more fascinated. "
He thought a moment when she said how long it had been since she had died.... and that she couldn't quite remember her date of birth or death. "So it has been between 20 and 40 years since you have been corporeal. No, that's wrong. I continually forget that it is not the 1880's anymore. They tell me it is the year 2013, so we are all out of our element. That quite frightens me much more than speaking to a spectre." He laughed. "Speaking with you is quite charming. I am enjoying it. " Then an expression of sadness flew across his face for a moment. "It must be a bit dreary, that. The life of a spectre, I mean.".
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Post by Madam Leona on May 1, 2013 20:42:56 GMT -5
Madam Leona smiled and, if she could, she would have been blushing some when Alfred told her that she was kind and nothing like the typical ghost. Yes... she knew some of those stereotypical ghosts at the manor. One of them being Josephine, but luckily she hadn't seen that witch around, maybe she was able to escape the manor. Or rather, that might be worse for whoever were to come upon her.
"Oh no, I am fine like this... its nice to able to see someone once in a while and them being able to see you too." Leona laughed a little, happy to be able to joke around some. Leona smiled wider when he said that he was enjoying speaking to her. She was glad that someone enjoyed her company. She then frowned a little when he speculated that 'life' of a ghost was a sad one. "Truth be told... it isn't too awful. It gets awfully dull ,yes, but sometimes I think its better than when I had been living...." Leona said, looking off slightly.
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Post by Alfred Worthington on May 2, 2013 13:55:26 GMT -5
Alfred was quite enchanted with Leona. She reminded him of his lady friend Juliette Breton, whom he had become acquainted while working for the Vicomte de Chagny. He wished she were still alive. But that could never be. They were not even of the same era. She didn't really remember when she died. She said something like 20 to 40 years ago, meaning in the 1880's it would have been that long. .And Alfred was born in 1822 and would have been ... good heavens 190 years old in 2013! So they never could have met in any case, except for this strange mansion where time seemed to be an element that didn't matter, Time seemed melded into one sometimes.
Alfred had heard stories from some of the inhabitants that time was not only in the present day of 2013, but many times seemed to meld in and out of its strange stone walls. Otherwise, Alfred could hardly be here. There were even clocks that moved to their own version of time, no matter how stubbornly the were set and reset by the inhabitants of the mansion.
Alfred, had he stayed in his own time, would surely be dead too. He was suddenly overcome by a wish to be with Leona. To stay with her constantly. "Leona," he said, broaching the subjeect carefully, "I don't belong in this time either. I was born in 1822 and the last year of my life before coming here was 1882. I should have died many years ago. But here I am, still living. I am so bored...there is nothing productive for me to do here. I could procure a job in the village, but I do not have the will to do so, really. I wonder if there would be a way that I could join you? Is it possible?" His voice was almost pleading by now. Perhaps he should take some time to think about this, but why?
"Leona, can you help me? "
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Post by Madam Leona on May 11, 2013 21:07:09 GMT -5
There was a silence for a moment, and Leona was almost enjoying it and yet- not. She lived in silence for all of her death and these people were to be the end of it. Alfred seemed to be the end of that silence. But this silence seemed inviting and she was enjoying it. Until Alfred broke it, almost cautiously saying her name, making Madam Leona look at him curiously.
Leona nodded slowly, listening to him as he explained to her that he was also not in his own time and that he didn't feel correct in this one and didn't quite like being here because there was nothing to do and he wished for her help. Her eyes widened some and there was a silence now that was the opposite of what she felt before. It was deathly and even she could feel the coldness of the room now. "Yes... I can help you. But later. Tonight, you should rest, I will speak to you again soon." She said smiling some and then disappeared, making the room automatically warmer. She closed her eyes, hoping that the wonderful man would take heed to her advice and do so.
(Rachel, you can make the final post and then this thread can be done.)
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