@Mister Thirteen Ahhh, I see.
But yes, that’s what I was gonna do! Just wanted to be sure.
I’ll edit it when I get home later on today.
But yes, that’s what I was gonna do! Just wanted to be sure.
I’ll edit it when I get home later on today.
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@Mister Thirteen
Maddison stopped abruptly as the woman leading her came to an unannounced halt. The brunette took a half step backwards, blinking owlishly, a mildly confused expression. For a moment, she thought the question to be off limits, and then the woman explained to her. “Oh...” So he really did not have a wife or other children. She wondered if that made for a lonely and boring life. An even more prominent question... If he was as absorbed with his work as it seemed...
Was he able to commit to really looking after her?
Maddison nodded her head lightly, a silent indication to the woman that she understood. With that, Beatrice proceeded to climb the stairs, so Maddison followed closely behind her. Once they reached the second floor, her eyes wandered to the doors that flanked the hall. Three on one side, two on the opposite. Bedrooms, she assumed, an a bathroom. Perhaps, an office as well. Then at the very end of the hall, a looming door. Had it not been for the peculiar electronic pad mounted beside the door, it would have been an unassuming, regular door.
Though this particular room piqued her interest - it was the only room to have such a device. What, she wondered, was it? And what was beyond the door? She raised a brow curiously. Was it a lock? And if it was... Why did he need to lock off an entire room? Why, when he lived alone, would he need to restrict a room? Before the thought had even occured to ask the woman, she heard the familiar comforting voice address her.
“This way, dear.”
Maddison blinked, bringing her attention back to Beatrice. “Coming,” She answered quickly.
The woman continued down the hall, stopping in front of a door. Setting her luggage down only to twist the knob, Beatrice opened the door. Stepping inside, she placed Maddison bags down before turning to her with a warm smile. “This is your room.”
Maddison stood in the door, taking a moment to absorb her new surroundings... her new room. At first glance, it looked very much like a hotel room. It was very obviously, not lived in. To the far wall, a pair of sliding windows, with drapes tucked to the sides, permitting light from outside. In the corner, a bed with a stand to the side. Square wall shelves on the walls, with books in some and small items in others. A dresser. A pair of doors, with she assumed to be a closet, besides which sat a chair with a throw. A television. Maddison slowly advanced inside.
“It’s not exactly a ‘teenager’s’ bedroom. But you can decorate how you like, we’re happy to help you settle.”
Maddison smiled, setting her bag down in the chair. “Thank you. Really.”
“Any time.”
She was warm... She emitted a certain sort of nurturing that helped put Maddison at ease.
“Will you need help unpacking?”
“Oh, no,” Maddison waved a hand. “I, uh, I can manage.” She assured.
“Very well. Call for me if you need anything. The bathroom is just across the hall. I’ll get started on dinner, your father will be home in just a couple of hours.”
Maddison nodded her head, thanking Beatrice once more. Once alone, she stood in silence, in the center of the room. After a moment, she moved. This was going to take some adjusting. Sitting down on the bed, she laid back and stared up at the ceiling.
Was he able to commit to really looking after her?
Maddison nodded her head lightly, a silent indication to the woman that she understood. With that, Beatrice proceeded to climb the stairs, so Maddison followed closely behind her. Once they reached the second floor, her eyes wandered to the doors that flanked the hall. Three on one side, two on the opposite. Bedrooms, she assumed, an a bathroom. Perhaps, an office as well. Then at the very end of the hall, a looming door. Had it not been for the peculiar electronic pad mounted beside the door, it would have been an unassuming, regular door.
Though this particular room piqued her interest - it was the only room to have such a device. What, she wondered, was it? And what was beyond the door? She raised a brow curiously. Was it a lock? And if it was... Why did he need to lock off an entire room? Why, when he lived alone, would he need to restrict a room? Before the thought had even occured to ask the woman, she heard the familiar comforting voice address her.
“This way, dear.”
Maddison blinked, bringing her attention back to Beatrice. “Coming,” She answered quickly.
The woman continued down the hall, stopping in front of a door. Setting her luggage down only to twist the knob, Beatrice opened the door. Stepping inside, she placed Maddison bags down before turning to her with a warm smile. “This is your room.”
Maddison stood in the door, taking a moment to absorb her new surroundings... her new room. At first glance, it looked very much like a hotel room. It was very obviously, not lived in. To the far wall, a pair of sliding windows, with drapes tucked to the sides, permitting light from outside. In the corner, a bed with a stand to the side. Square wall shelves on the walls, with books in some and small items in others. A dresser. A pair of doors, with she assumed to be a closet, besides which sat a chair with a throw. A television. Maddison slowly advanced inside.
“It’s not exactly a ‘teenager’s’ bedroom. But you can decorate how you like, we’re happy to help you settle.”
Maddison smiled, setting her bag down in the chair. “Thank you. Really.”
“Any time.”
She was warm... She emitted a certain sort of nurturing that helped put Maddison at ease.
“Will you need help unpacking?”
“Oh, no,” Maddison waved a hand. “I, uh, I can manage.” She assured.
“Very well. Call for me if you need anything. The bathroom is just across the hall. I’ll get started on dinner, your father will be home in just a couple of hours.”
Maddison nodded her head, thanking Beatrice once more. Once alone, she stood in silence, in the center of the room. After a moment, she moved. This was going to take some adjusting. Sitting down on the bed, she laid back and stared up at the ceiling.
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?? Something wrong?
Also, wanted to ask if you’d mind if I wrote for Beatrice as well?
If you don’t, I’m not finished my post, lol. Unless you’re fine with it as is.
@Mister Thirteen
Maddison smiled sheepishly, briefly averting her eyes as the woman explained. They had been awaiting her arrival. “All week?” Beatrice and George... The former was present, assumed by Maddison to be a housekeeper. Perhaps this George fellow was as well. How many people were here, she wondered. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” She offered a small, forced laugh. “I’m not nearly as high maintenance as this house must be.” She looked up at the manor once again. Maddison just needed a room - and she was sure this place had more than enough. She looked to Beatrice before quickly added: “I appreciate that. I bet everything is perfect.” She trailed. She was not ungrateful, not at all.
She was quiet as Beatrice explained her father’s whereabouts. He would be at work until six... At an office? A place like this with an office job? Maddison’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh,” She murmured quietly. “I see.” More suspense. Or more time to prepare herself mentally.
When prompted, Maddison nodded her head, following after the woman. A few paces behind, as they approached the open doors she was awash with a sense of surreality. She felt quite detached and simply out of place. It didn’t feel or like home. As welcoming as the woman was, there was something inexplicably off. It was quiet. Isolated. There was an vague scent in the air - a smell Maddison could only describe as clean, maybe lemony. Perhaps it was just the foreignness and newness of it all.
As the journeyed through the doors and advanced further into the house, Maddison’s eyes wandered. Silently processing her surroundings, absorbing the visuals. The interior was no less impressive than the exterior of the home. Spacious and neat, expertly designed. High ceilings from which a decorative light fixture hang. A large television and fine leather couches. “I’m, not really hungry.” She insisted. “I don’t mind waiting for him to get here.” She murmured absently. She turned toward Beatrice, unable to resist her curiosity. “Is he married? I mean... Does he have a family?” She inquired. This was a big space to occupy alone.
Maddison smiled sheepishly, briefly averting her eyes as the woman explained. They had been awaiting her arrival. “All week?” Beatrice and George... The former was present, assumed by Maddison to be a housekeeper. Perhaps this George fellow was as well. How many people were here, she wondered. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” She offered a small, forced laugh. “I’m not nearly as high maintenance as this house must be.” She looked up at the manor once again. Maddison just needed a room - and she was sure this place had more than enough. She looked to Beatrice before quickly added: “I appreciate that. I bet everything is perfect.” She trailed. She was not ungrateful, not at all.
She was quiet as Beatrice explained her father’s whereabouts. He would be at work until six... At an office? A place like this with an office job? Maddison’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh,” She murmured quietly. “I see.” More suspense. Or more time to prepare herself mentally.
When prompted, Maddison nodded her head, following after the woman. A few paces behind, as they approached the open doors she was awash with a sense of surreality. She felt quite detached and simply out of place. It didn’t feel or like home. As welcoming as the woman was, there was something inexplicably off. It was quiet. Isolated. There was an vague scent in the air - a smell Maddison could only describe as clean, maybe lemony. Perhaps it was just the foreignness and newness of it all.
As the journeyed through the doors and advanced further into the house, Maddison’s eyes wandered. Silently processing her surroundings, absorbing the visuals. The interior was no less impressive than the exterior of the home. Spacious and neat, expertly designed. High ceilings from which a decorative light fixture hang. A large television and fine leather couches. “I’m, not really hungry.” She insisted. “I don’t mind waiting for him to get here.” She murmured absently. She turned toward Beatrice, unable to resist her curiosity. “Is he married? I mean... Does he have a family?” She inquired. This was a big space to occupy alone.
Maddison stood, staring in awe at manor - it was as if it were cut and paasted from a magazine. Meticulously designed and built and equally kept. It was easily four times the size of the home she had left behind, at the very least. Did her father really live here? As the girl marveled, her attention was seized and drawn to the front entrance as the door soundlessly opened.
Her slackened jaw clenched as she tensed slightly- her shock over come with nervousness as she was suddenly approached by the individual that emerged. The woman happened upon her quickly, her strides quick and her expression stern. Maddison took a half step back, her grip on her bag tightening and her heart racing. Madison’s eyes fixed on the woman’s own blue irises until the woman was within arm’s reach. Unwittingly, she held her breath.
Then the woman’s expression softened. A welcoming smile as she greeted Maddison. A smile warm enough to ease Maddison, if just a bit. Beatrice... Maddison nodded her head slowly. “Nice to meet you,” She replied quietly. She glanced up briefly, past the woman, an expectant look in the direction of the door. Then looked to Beatrice again, offering a small smile in return - though the smile poorly hid the pained expression she wore prior. Her brown eyes conveyed more than she had intended for them to.
Maddison wasn’t sure what she had expected... But it wasn’t this. She hesitated again, fidgeting. “I— You, know me?” She quietly asked. “So,” She trailed for a moment. “Is my father here?” Why hadn’t he showed up yet? Where was he? She had expected him to pick her up. Even here, he hadn’t showed up to meet her. “Blake?” She elaborated. “Blake Colvin?”
Her slackened jaw clenched as she tensed slightly- her shock over come with nervousness as she was suddenly approached by the individual that emerged. The woman happened upon her quickly, her strides quick and her expression stern. Maddison took a half step back, her grip on her bag tightening and her heart racing. Madison’s eyes fixed on the woman’s own blue irises until the woman was within arm’s reach. Unwittingly, she held her breath.
Then the woman’s expression softened. A welcoming smile as she greeted Maddison. A smile warm enough to ease Maddison, if just a bit. Beatrice... Maddison nodded her head slowly. “Nice to meet you,” She replied quietly. She glanced up briefly, past the woman, an expectant look in the direction of the door. Then looked to Beatrice again, offering a small smile in return - though the smile poorly hid the pained expression she wore prior. Her brown eyes conveyed more than she had intended for them to.
Maddison wasn’t sure what she had expected... But it wasn’t this. She hesitated again, fidgeting. “I— You, know me?” She quietly asked. “So,” She trailed for a moment. “Is my father here?” Why hadn’t he showed up yet? Where was he? She had expected him to pick her up. Even here, he hadn’t showed up to meet her. “Blake?” She elaborated. “Blake Colvin?”
@Mister Thirteen No problem at all! More than enough to work off of. :)
@Mister Thirteen
Leather.
Maddison ran her fingers over the smooth black interior of the vehicle’s rear seats. It smelled of clean leather. Subtle yet very distinct. Resting her head against the cold window, she watched the new city blur by. The schools, offices, parks, corner stores… All foreign to her. These weren’t the schools that she attended. These weren’t the parks that she played in. These streets were not ones that she ever walked. Her breath left a spot of fog on the dark, tinted window. She raised her arm, rubbing away the condensation with the sleeve of her sweater. Then she looked forward, up at the rearview mirror to see a pair of eyes trained on the road ahead.
The ride had been quiet. No music… No conversation. Just the quiet hum of the car. Though, she didn’t particularly mind it. She was not in any particular mood for small talk.
Even still, she couldn’t resist the small thoughts. Small thoughts the kept her attention off of the bigger things. Small thoughts like, why was the smell of leather so pervasive? The loose thread on the sleeve of her shirt. She closed her eyes, laying her head on the headrest. What would she be doing if she were back home? Homework, perhaps? Or watching her favorite television show… She winced mentally.
Home.
Could that place even be considered home anymore? Surely not. Could she even stomach to watch what used to be her favorite show anymore? It seemed a sort of omen now, to watch it without her mother. She tugged her hat down over her eyes. Langley, Virginia. It was the city of her birth… But she had no memory or the place. Could an unfamiliar place, filled with unfamiliar faces be a home? She was tired and her wary eyes showed it. Maddison was unsure when exactly it had happened but she had at some point drifted to a light sleep - on the cusp if consciousness.
“We’re here.”
She jumped slightly, opening her eyes. She shuffled in her seat at first, feeling a sort of anxiety rising in her. She was about to meet her father… She fumbled with her bag, gathering her items in her arms. The man that had driven her, wordlessly stepped out - his door shutting before he circled the car to open her door. She stepped a single foot out before she briefly froze, her gaze falling on the estate that they had pulled in front of. Cobbled pavement, with perfectly trimmed hedges, laid out before nothing short of a mansion. Behind them a gate pulled closed, as if automatic, with a metal clink. She glanced at the driver uncertainly, almost hesitant. Was she supposed to be here? But he gestured with a sweep of his arm, for her to step out. “Uh… Thank you.” She uttered quietly, squeezing her backpack tightly before stepping out of the vehicle fully.
The man unloaded her luggage from the trunk, silent as he had been the entire ride. Again, Maddison hesitated. “... Uhm, where is he?” She asked. Her voice trembled slightly, as did her hands. “...My dad?” She elaborated quietly. It was a foreign word to her. She seldom mentioned him… No one ever did. “Is he here?” The ride here brought about quite a bit of anxiety. What should she say to him? Should she hug him?
Upon arriving, more questions occured to her. Like, what did he do? This house - as large as it was... Did he have another family? She gulped.
Leather.
Maddison ran her fingers over the smooth black interior of the vehicle’s rear seats. It smelled of clean leather. Subtle yet very distinct. Resting her head against the cold window, she watched the new city blur by. The schools, offices, parks, corner stores… All foreign to her. These weren’t the schools that she attended. These weren’t the parks that she played in. These streets were not ones that she ever walked. Her breath left a spot of fog on the dark, tinted window. She raised her arm, rubbing away the condensation with the sleeve of her sweater. Then she looked forward, up at the rearview mirror to see a pair of eyes trained on the road ahead.
The ride had been quiet. No music… No conversation. Just the quiet hum of the car. Though, she didn’t particularly mind it. She was not in any particular mood for small talk.
Even still, she couldn’t resist the small thoughts. Small thoughts the kept her attention off of the bigger things. Small thoughts like, why was the smell of leather so pervasive? The loose thread on the sleeve of her shirt. She closed her eyes, laying her head on the headrest. What would she be doing if she were back home? Homework, perhaps? Or watching her favorite television show… She winced mentally.
Home.
Could that place even be considered home anymore? Surely not. Could she even stomach to watch what used to be her favorite show anymore? It seemed a sort of omen now, to watch it without her mother. She tugged her hat down over her eyes. Langley, Virginia. It was the city of her birth… But she had no memory or the place. Could an unfamiliar place, filled with unfamiliar faces be a home? She was tired and her wary eyes showed it. Maddison was unsure when exactly it had happened but she had at some point drifted to a light sleep - on the cusp if consciousness.
“We’re here.”
She jumped slightly, opening her eyes. She shuffled in her seat at first, feeling a sort of anxiety rising in her. She was about to meet her father… She fumbled with her bag, gathering her items in her arms. The man that had driven her, wordlessly stepped out - his door shutting before he circled the car to open her door. She stepped a single foot out before she briefly froze, her gaze falling on the estate that they had pulled in front of. Cobbled pavement, with perfectly trimmed hedges, laid out before nothing short of a mansion. Behind them a gate pulled closed, as if automatic, with a metal clink. She glanced at the driver uncertainly, almost hesitant. Was she supposed to be here? But he gestured with a sweep of his arm, for her to step out. “Uh… Thank you.” She uttered quietly, squeezing her backpack tightly before stepping out of the vehicle fully.
The man unloaded her luggage from the trunk, silent as he had been the entire ride. Again, Maddison hesitated. “... Uhm, where is he?” She asked. Her voice trembled slightly, as did her hands. “...My dad?” She elaborated quietly. It was a foreign word to her. She seldom mentioned him… No one ever did. “Is he here?” The ride here brought about quite a bit of anxiety. What should she say to him? Should she hug him?
Upon arriving, more questions occured to her. Like, what did he do? This house - as large as it was... Did he have another family? She gulped.
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