Unrest For the Undead (Open)

[victorcoleson]

Day after day and night after night Victor wandered about the manor. New faces, alive or dead showing about as though they had naturally been there the whole time. But Victor knew otherwise. He had set up a workshop in manor for so long that he knew no one had lived there while he was there. Ghosts, perhaps but he had not met many in his time. Silently, his ghostly form glided up the stairs towards what he figured were more rooms he hadn't explored during his lifetime.

Now in his death he seemed intrigued by the many rooms that were there. So many places...Looking up the stairway he saw a light in the distance, dim but inviting. No! No...I can't scare anyone else... He thought to himself in order to try to stop from entering the lit room. He had scared one poor girl for a moment. The memory made him flinch as though he could fel pain. He hated the idea of being afraid of him. He didn't mean to scare anyone, really. It wasn't in his nature, not even being alive. Making pranks sure, but scaring people....the look in their eyes...it hurt.

As he reached the top step the floorboard creaked and for a moment, Victor felt alive. His fingers tingled as though blood were flowing in the tips. His eyes flickeered with the bright blue they had once been, but it was all in his imagination. As he looked down at his feet everything became real. He was still dead. Either way, Victor continued toward the room with the dim light. He wished he were invisible. Wished so hard that his translucent self grew to be invisible. He still had a lot to learn about being a ghost. He had a lot to learn, but no mentor.

It didn't matter anymore, anyway. A ghost with a mentor...HA! Victor gave a ghostly chuckle and shook his head. The thought was too funny to process. Suddenly, Victor stopped near the door way another idea striking his head. He remembered watching Casper with his brothers as a child. Was that what being a ghost was like? No! Of course not...he couldn't touch a thing. And they three uncles could eat everything in sight. He sighed and peeked through the doorway. Who was there? Pushing the door open a little more, the door squeaked rather loudly.

[mamma]

Humming a little as she sat up in bed doing a little needlework. The little old lady seemed not to pay much attention to her surroundings as she was so involved in the piece she was working on. Her white hair in a little braid that dangled down her back. Upon the sound of the door opening though she looked up towards the door with curiosity. "Christine? Is that you deary?" asked the frail woman while watching the door a while.

Not seeing the little golden hair young woman that she took in under her care years ago as who else would come in to check upon her? Then shrugged it off and went back to her needlework and humming an old Swedish folk song.

[victorcoleson]

Thankful for the fact that he could not be seen, Victor eased his way in. The windiness of his easing was what had made the door push open which made him think it was considerate. After all, being a ghost he did not just wish to burst in without a care in the world. He may have been dead but Victor still had manners. He heard a fragile voice and scowled to himself for a moment. 'Oh great! I'll give her a heart attack.' He thought to himself. He felt bad now that he had decided to wander about. What if he did scare her to death? What then?

Heading toward a corner of the room, Victor decided to allow himself to seem a little more visible. He did not wish to frighten the woman, he only wanted someone to talk to. As such he had to be more comfortable. If he frightened her he could leave at any moment. The elderly woman had a gentle face. One of kindness and generosity, much like that of his grandmother who had died four years ago at the age of eighty-eight. "That's a beautiful song." He said softly, his voice echoing slightly along the walls. He had learned had to control the echo in his voice, sometimes he enjoyed the echo as it added a more dramatic affect. It helped him pull pranks even in his dead living.

[mamma]

Humming away as she continued with her needlework creating some lovely design with just cloth, needle and a thread. Looked like a basket with flowers using a wide range of colors as the design slowly took shape. No doubt it would be come something like a pillow cover or a table runner.

Looking up and over towards where she heard a voice to see the image of a young man. A little startled and did not know who it was. Perhaps it was Raoul? She had a hard time deciphering but focused a little more and recalled that Raoul did not look like that. Perhaps he was Christine's Good Genius! If so, she would at last meet the Angel who had been so wonderful to her adoptive daughter.
"Oh," softly surprised, "I did not see you come in, young man. " But smiled at him, "It's nice to see another young face here. Are you a friend of Christine?" Curious as she looked at the youthful man with those innocent eyes. Setting down her needlework to give the young man her full attention. All while she was smiling at him. Then smiling moreso when he like the song she was humming. "Thank you, young man. You like it? It's an old Swedish Folk Song I used to hear when I was a little girl," oh, that was so long ago! She looked at him with such a countenance of glee.

[victorcoleson]

As she noticed him, Victor could not help but get self conscious. She seemed to have gotten slightly startled but made no sound. Just as he prepare to leave, Victor gave one last look at the elderly woman. She seemed to be thinking about something. He tilted his head slightly and squinted a bit. He wondered what a woman who seemed peaceful could be thinking of at that moment. When she spoke up he only grew more confused. "Christine?" He asked.

He didn't know any Christine, but of course if this woman was now living in the manor it must have been one of the new people who showed up the day of his death. "You might be mistaken, Miss. I don't know any Christine." He said softly, making sure to sound as normal as possible while staying right at the corner. He didn't want to make it obvious he wasn't your average person.

When she smiled it made him relax. Not scared...he thought. For once he didn't scare someone away and that made him smile back at her a toothy grin. He hadn't smiled in a long time. "I've never heard anything like it. But it sounds nice." He admitted. Victor wasn't much into melodic music but for some reason the folk song struck a cord with him.

[mamma]

He was definitely a curious young man. If he was not associated with Christine then who was he? But that was only a fleeting thought.
She snickered, "Oh, young man. I've not been a Miss for many many years," and snickered some more.

As like any old lady her smile was sweet and inviting. "Yes it is. It's been sung by many a Swed. Often as a lullaby." Looking over Victor with a curious eye. "As you sure you do not know dear Christine? She speaks of many here where ever we live as if you may frighten me or do harm." Shakes her head as though to loosen the bats in the bellfrey.
"Tell me, what is your name, young man?"

[Adina Gillespie]

The manor was settling deeply again, creaking and groaning under the duress of its own possession. Adina had not gotten used to these sounds even after all these years; over a hundred years or more, she could not remember how long. Her ghostly form flitted away from the stairs as she looked around the dormitories. She had wanted to go back to her room when she noticed something. A light? Was there really someone else living in the manor?

The maid wrapped her arms around herself and melted into a thin mist before reforming back into the lit room. She saw two figures, one a young man- possibly around her own age- and the other an old woman with some needlework in her frail hands. "O-Oh! Pardonne-moi," She quickly managed, slipping back into her old French tongue. "I did not know there were mo-... People in this room..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the man. He was a ghost! She could tell, see his aura. Finally! Another ghost to speak with besides that dreaded Dalimar!

[mamma]

The old woman's eyes shifted to look at the newcomer, some young woman and she smiled. "It's already, dear. Come on in. I do enjoy company." Welcoming Adina with a motion of her hand to come closer and curious to know about her. Christine had mentioned there were others here but only now was she getting to see them.

Her eyes shifted back to look at the young man but noticed that he had disappeared. The elderly Mamma was very perplexed. Where ever did he go? She was so looking forward to good conversations. Oh, well. At least she had the company of the newcomer.

[Adina Gillespie]

The maid turned her attention from the woman to-… Where had he gone? That man. He was just there. Her smile faded and she sighed sadly, twisting a finger through her hair as she looked around the room. It was rather quaint and homey, she could almost feel a strange warmth wash over her as if she felt at peace here.

"Oui, madam. Merci," Adina replied with a gentle curtsy and glided closer to the elderly lady. "Bonjour, madam. My name is Adina Gillespie, the former maid of the manor. It is a pleasure to meet you, madam." She thought it would be polite to sit with the woman but was not sure. Instead, she only stood, hands folded neatly in front of her as she picked at one of her nails.

[mamma]

Baffled as well when the young man disappeared and was starting to think she had been hallucinating or dreaming up someone to converse with. Dismissing the sudden absence of Victor with her usual casual flutter of eyes and tiny shake of her head and flitting of fingers.

Now her attentions focused upon the young woman who had entered the room and smiled at her. "Come on in. Come closer, dear." The elderly woman smiled. "Adina. That's a lovely name." Slightly delighted that the girl spoke French then perked up a bit at the mention of 'maid of the Manor'. "Oh?" And nearly stumbled over her words as she shifted a little better in bed. "Oh! Then perhaps you know of any current caretakers of this estate? It seems that my Housekeeper has left and I am without anyone to care for me. I do need special care." Mamma seemed to boast a little more, but it was true, she did need care and did not like putting focus upon herself but in this case, it was needed. "I can't very well make Christine do everything. Poor girl has so much more to deal with you know." Glancing away with a straight face then looked back at Adina and grinned.

[Adina Gillespie]

The girl gave a gentle smile and only waved off the ghost she had seen. Perhaps he would be around another time, perhaps not. She turned back to the old woman and took a step further into the room to look around.

"Merci, madam," Adina said, giving a small curtsey. She thought for a moment that the woman knew of other servants in the manor, perhaps others she had not seen yet!…. But, alas, she had not. Her heart sank and she lowered her eyes to look upon the floor. "Non, I know not of anyone else who cares for the house except for myself. Perhaps I can be of service to you, madam?" She smiled, hoping that perhaps her luck would change. She was limited on what she could do as a ghost, but she would be able to do something to help the old woman.

[mamma]

Looking the young redhead over with a critical yet sweet eye. This was typical of Mamma for when she met someone new. Especially if that person was useful with a job or duty of caring for others. Hoping this girl would be of good service.

"Oh, that would be so very nice of you, my dear," smiling at the younger woman. I am feeling a bit hungry and would like some tea, if you please. Would you mind bringing something?" Mamma asked rather sweetly.

[Adina Gillespie]

The maid smiled happily but then paused… How would she prepare a meal or even tea in her current state? Perhaps she could find something already prepared, that way she would not worry about making it and using her energy.

"Oui, madam," She said, curtseying again as she disappeared in a thin, white wisp of smoke. She reappeared in the kitchen and used a bit of her powers to open the door of the refrigerator- a strange storage facility indeed. She found a plate of food and some tea. Carefully balancing the items, Adina managed to move the foodstuffs through the air and close the door. She slowly moved back towards the upstairs and made the meal follow her as she re-entered the room again. The girl smiled and managed to set the plate and glass of tea on the nightstand beside the old woman. She gave a small groan and stumbled a bit, holding her head as she looked down at the floor. Perhaps she had used too much of her powers; she was starting to feel rather weak.

[mamma]

She almost didn't notice the swift exit when Mamma glanced away then returned her gaze to where the girl had been just a second ago. Raising her brows and blinking a couple times before the old woman dismissed it all without a thought.

By the time that Adina had returned Mamma had already started to drift off to sleep. The poor old woman could barely sustain herself in consciousness it would seem. Lack of activity made the elderly lady rather in a constant fatigue.
Not noticing the girl returning but roused some when she heard the stumbling. Dreary eye lids rose to see the girl and Mamma sat up slightly but laid back upon the pillows. "Oh, how nice of you. Thank you, deary. I am rather tired and you look quite exhausted yourself." as she was reaching out to touch her arm but never could extent that far, it was a hopeful kindly gesture to say the least. "Go on, deary. I thank you for helping me though. Please come back and see me, will you?" Mamma smiled before she drifted off to sleep again, completely forgetting about her refreshments.

[Adina Gillespie]

The maid hummed happily when she returned with the refreshments for the older woman. When she came into the room, she saw that the lady had already fallen asleep. The poor thing had to be tired; she seemed rather old and frail.

Adina pulled her arm back just a little. She did not know how the woman would react if she touched a ghost. The young woman did not want to take that chance and frighten her. All Adina could do for now was carefully use a bit more of her powers to bring the blanket at the foot of the bed up to cover the old woman. It was a frigid night and she did not want the lady catching cold, especially at her frail age.

She smiled and curtsied again. "Merci, madam. It was an honor to meet you… Sleep well." She said before disappearing from the room. In truth, she could not really sleep, not that she needed to. But for now, all she could do was materialize back into her old room. She missed her servant's quarter and simply laid down on her bed and closed her eyes. Sleep could not help her now, but a bit of rest would regain her strength after using her powers to such an extent.