An Unwelcome Guest (Leto) Aug 2, 2013 12:37:14 GMT -5
Post by Zazikel Rosarita on Aug 2, 2013 12:37:14 GMT -5
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This Is War, 30 seconds to mars.
Don't blow up the Mansion please. xD An idea of what it looks like
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Zazikel felt some what at peace, walking up the cobbled pathway to her fathers house. Since he had died, the house was left, unoccupied until Zazikel became of age. Since inheriting the house at the age of 18, she had not done much in the terms of changing it, she had cleaned it, kept it in tip top condition, she also let other Consecro members use it as a temporary retreat from society, when she was not using it. While the house also brought up memories of the worst day in her life, she had over the years, come to terms with it and no longer felt as much sorrow, hopelessness and fury as she had all those years ago.
Approaching the large double doors to the house, she whistled, the three story mansion was beautiful. The Consecro really had looked after it, they had opted to use it as an temporary base should any members require rest or simply to get away, and what a place to use as an get away. The house was located on the outskirts of Rome, secluded from the troubles of the world, surrounded by a dense forest, there was also a beautiful, pristine lake not to far from the backyard.
She went to ring the doorbell before suddenly remembering that there was no one their. The house had been empty for a while from what she had been told. Feeling stupid, she moved the hand into her pocket, pulling out the key and opening the door. She noted that the hinges did not creak, which was nice. "What to do now that I am home?" She asked herself as she closed the door behind her, not bothering to lock it. Her stomach grumbled, making the decision for her. "Seems I am heading to the kitchen then."
While walking towards the kitchen, she made no attempt to hide her spiritual pressure, feeling that no one would bother her little break from reality. As she reached the kitchen, she took off her mask, pulled down her hood and smiled for the first time in what seemed like ages. Placing the mask on the island, she opened the fridge, somewhat surprised at the lack of food. In fact, there was only a few bottles of wine, and a note, presumably from another Consecro member saying, 'You are out of food.' She patted her stomach,"Huh, figures. Seems it's take-out tonight, so I'm afraid you're going to have to wait my little stomach." She chuckled when her stomach grumbled in response.
Turning on her heel, she picked up her mask and made a beeline for the living room, Perhaps some TV first, maybe find a film to watch, but first, order my pizza, will take a while to get here anyways. She pulled out her mobile, however, just as she was about to dial the number, a cold shiver crawled it's way up her back, followed by a cold breeze. Huh, perhaps someone left a window open? Did I even close the door properly?. Perhaps a little paranoid, she decided to inspect the rest of the mansion. It was not uncommon for other Consecro members to leave behind pranks and what not. When she reached the door, she noticed that one of the doors wasn't fully closed. "Huh, clumsy me. It's like I enjoy scaring myself to death when I'm all alone. Either way, inspection, order pizza, then change from my uniform to my pajamas and pick a movie to watch."