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Down The Hall | Multiple Genre and Different Potential Storylines MxF MxM FxF

I’m gonna go ahead and give this a bump!
I’m also considering adding a Fantasy/magical/supernatural twist.

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@Mister Thirteen Done!

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@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.

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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.

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@Mister Thirteen

?? 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.

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@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.

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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?”

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@Mister Thirteen No problem at all! More than enough to work off of. :)

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Madison C. Oakley

Age | 16
Height | 5’4”
Weight | 125
Education | Highschool Sophomore

Relationships

Mother | like many children, Madison (or Maddie as she is often called) shared a special bond with her mother. Being cared for and provided for by a single mother, Madison grew to have a strong respect and appreciation for her mother. While they struggled at times, her mother always supported her and made the best of their situation. Madison never had to want for anything, even though they were far from rich, her mother always worked hard to make things happen for her. From class trips to Christmas, she always worked to make sure Madison could enjoy herself, even if it meant sacrificing her own wants. Madison, therefore, kept out of trouble and never asked for much. She always wanted to see her mom happy.

Extended;
Madison’s mother, Lyndsey M. Oakley, died rather unexpectedly in a car crash. As expected, Madison has been struggling to cope with the situation. She’s been struggling to find purpose or enjoyment in anything anymore. She finds herself unable to enjoy her favorite shows, as she would watch them with her mother. She’s left occasionally thinking about her own life and mortality. She has been feeling hopeless and unsure what to do without the only consistent thing in her life.

A tragic loss for her daughter, who knew no other family. Although there were close family friends that were willing to help, none were assigned legal guardianship. As no biological family was available, she was sure to spend some time in government care. Until her father appeared... With recent events, quite a bit of inner turmoil. While she has been trying to make sense of it all and keep her composure, she’s finding herself closer and closer to a breakdown.

Father | Madison never really knew her father and never had much of a father figure at all. There was a period in her childhood where she became curious of her biological father and wanted to get to know him. However, her mother never really discussed him very openly. She claimed that she didn’t know where he was (and didn’t want to). Therefore, nothing ever came of that. For a while, Madison wondered what happened between the two. Eventually, she came to accept things the way they were - what else could she do?

Extended;
It wasn’t until after her mother’s death did she hear from her father. Being reconnected with him came as a surprise and simply mentioning him was a bit overwhelming for her given the situation. She is unsure about meeting him and hesitant.

[NOTE: If you want, there could have been occasional contact like letters or phone calls but I’m not sure how estranged you wanted them to be. So I assumed they didn’t communicate at all since they split.]

Closest Friend | Madison grew up in the city, and went to local public or charter schools throughout the years. Since elementary school, Madison befriended a girl named Lauren. Growing up in similar situations, in the same neighborhood and school and interests, they bonded quickly. Though they drifted apart slightly at the start of middle school, they eventually grew close again.

Hobbies |
Likes | Science, tea, baked goods, music, music competition shows, sports, athletic competitions
Dislikes | Peanuts (or any nut, really: allergy), ‘reality’ tv, prolonged periods of quiet,
Goals / Aspirations |

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