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	[i]Madness, they call it madness but yet what is so mad about it? My mind feels many things but anger is not one of them except towards the vile creatures which doth hold me here within these walls of protection as they call them. Is that the madness to which they speak of or it is more? What anger I do find within me is directed towards them. It was thee who came for me in the night, ripped me from the womb of which I knew. How dare they, because they felt they had a right? What right should they possess over my own form that I should not be able to claim as my own, what should they be able to claim over me which I have not permitted them to?

	Madness, they call it! If I am mad, then they made me so. Disturbing me and my own thoughts, interrupting which was not their to come in. They think they see but yet they do not. Mad? They have no idea. They believe they know what dwells within the deep recesses of my mind and yet they know not which dwells in the dark folds of gray matter within my skull or in my soul. They know now what they have awoken, what they are bringing forth. It is their folly and it will be their undoing yet they do not see it as of yet. They will, soon, they will see beyond what they believe they know. Their trespasses will be paid in blood and boils, in pain and suffering. It will not be mine, no it will not be mine. 

	Madness, they call it. Name it if they can but I belong not to them. I belong to no one and I will wander these lands long after their hearts have have ceased to beat and their breath has stilled. Not by my hands will their souls be set free but by their own. They will see it, they will hear it, they will speak of it! No... They will not speak of it, speak of it nevermore. Let it fall on silent tongues which know the language not. A whimper will not be uttered from them as I bathe in their blood. No, Madness it is not but it will be. Let them keep pushing, let them keeping tearing through the veils of a life they should not dare delve into. I have warned them, I have warned you but you do not listen do you? Such will be your undoing! God will show you no sympathy for all the spirits you have lost, not even for you own.[/i]
 
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[h1][b][color=2956b2]March 21st, 1823[/color][/b][/h1]
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	[@Morose] -  Once you leave the manor it will take some time to travel from your home at the Strand to Almack's, roughly a little more than a hour by carriage to make the distance; yet on the way you could always stop by to see Milli - her home is on the way, about half way the distance between the two. Perhaps you would like to stop for a morning calling or to try to see if she would like to attend with you. She had mentioned that she would be going to the event that evening, granted that was a bit of a given considering how her step mother is, never one to pass up an event such as this to thrust her daughters into the arms of some unsuspecting man in hopes to be caught in a compromising position and force a marriage.  

	[@Rivaan] - The messenger nods and darts off rather rapidly as to not continue the conversation. More and more are in the park and the day is turning out well enough for no but there is the smell of rain in the air. Granted this is London and closing in on summer, rain is to be expected. The skies are just cloudy enough to let small peeks of sun through still, it should be a wet evening unless the winds change. As you continue your walk people seem to try to avoid you, making sure their path goes out of their way but they are anything but discreet in keeping their eyes from you, it is obvious that they are judging you and their snickering is easy to hear from several gaggles of young women as they point fingers.  

	[@mnkee] -  The Inn is nice enough, being near Hyde Park one would expect nothing less. You are about a single hours carriage right to Almack's but you still have plenty of time before you need to make your way there. There are a few women that pass with their escorts as they stroll, you can hear comments about how vulgar it is for a woman to be walking around in breeches in the park. One of the women smiles over towards Fyror at first until she sees the scar on his face before her smile fades and it is clear she is disgusted by the sight. Looking away quickly before hurrying off. You have secured the third and top floor of the inn; a room for the parentals, one for your sister, one for your brother, one for yourself - there is a sitting room on the third floor in the center area for you all to use at your leisure. 

	[@Sigil] -  The streets are as you would expect during this time of the day and Sister Mary is well known enough by sight alone for people to know who she is. Granted she is of the Catholic Church so one has to wonder if they just tolerate her because of her skills instead of accepting her because of her grace. If she accepts going to Almack's to prep for the event for the evening she might want to head there soon. It will be over an hour to get there by horse, and an hour back to her Abby, then an hour back again. Three hours alone between the trips, plus whatever time she would need to spend at Almack's checking the security. 

	[@Lauder] - If the Father cares to Visit anyone while out and about before he readies himself for the evening and trip to Almacks (which will take over an hour on horse or by carriage, nearly two hours on foot to get to), he has some choices. There is always the Abby near by where Sister Mary is, or Miss Wyndham who lives near Hyde Park and that is only about twenty minutes on foot. Though out of the corner of your eye you may notice Sister Mary herself as she is trying to make her way to her current destination, she does stick out a bit. Could always see what she is up to. There are other things you could tend to, and there are plenty on the street that perhaps need to hear the word. Down the street you see some paupers who seem to be up to something but as the crowd passes before you and then clear again, they are gone. 

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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent heard Gerard's words and stopped at the steps leading up to the rear door of the kitchen. Turning slightly as she stood there, she held the flowers close to her breast and forced a sorrowful smile to him. [color=0072bc]"Once again I thank you for your kind words and your tolerance of those within this household Mr. Connolly. I know not what I how I would manage these days without your presence. I do pray that I am blessed enough when I am forced to wed to have a husband who is half a gentleman as yourself,"[/color] she said in a wistful voice. Curtsying she then turned and made her way into the home, the door closing behind her but it did nothing to stifle the sounds of her step mothers voice and its shrill. Though words could not be heard, it was obvious that the woman was berating Millicent as per usual after she spoke up in such manners. 

	"You must learn to hold your tongue Millicent or no man should have you. The way you speak so freely is unbecoming of a woman in search of a husband," Elizabeth scolded Milli from the breakfast table, her sisters snickering slightly. It was not that they did not love their step sister but they never understood why Millicent would not at least try to gain a man to wed, if anything to get her the ability to leave the house and live without Elizabeth constantly badgering her. Millicent knew why though, she refused to marry until she was sure her sisters were taken care of and wed to kind men who would not hurt them and would protect them.

	[color=0072bc]"Such a tongue did not stop my mother from capturing a loving man whom adored her,"[/color] Millicent shot back with venom in her voice. Elizabeth went red in the face and nearly lobbed her morning tea towards Millicent before they were interrupted. 

	"Lord Ratherford to see Miss Wyndham," their butler announced and the girls squealed in delight, debating which of them he was there to see. Elizabeth's face going from angered to joyous rather quickly. 

	"Such a Lord in our home? A man of such title and wealth, it will be a good day. And which of my fine daughters does he seek a morning seat with?" Mrs. Wyndham asked. Lord Ratherford, an Earl in his own right even at the young age of five and twenty for his father had passed away during a night when out on an evening constitutional, Soulless claiming him as food some years before. Ratherford had inherited the title but wealth that Millicents step mother spoke of was none. The man's father had left the estate in much debt, borrowing from Millicents father on numerous occasions. Millicent did not want the man in her home, she had heard rumor enough of his escapades to make her toes curl. 

	"Miss Millicent madam." 

	The room went hush and Millicent went still as stone. Her step mother rising from her seat and shoving the girl finally. "You go see him to the sun room, Millicent will be along shortly," she said and the butler headed off to do his duty. "Millicent you do as you must, such a title you could never hope to catch if it were left to you. You know what to do and I expect you to be true to your gender and to this house." 

	Millicent narrowed her eyes towards her step mother but said nothing, storming off and up to her room to "freshen up" for the calling. She nearly threw the flowers against the wall before stopping herself and sighing. Looking down at the bright petals her fingers ran over them softly before she found a vase and filled it with water to place them in. Arranging them she set them on her vanity and pulled back the thin fabric of her window, glancing down at the stables below where Gerard worked and slept most nights. After a moment she let the drapes fall into place as Abigail helped her change into her sitting gown and a pair of silken slippers to wear to meet the Lord.