Dex Taylor
This seemed like it was a waste… Here for hours, and there wasn't anything here. The blonde boy came out here and the first thing he comes across that is of any interest is some old mansion without an owner? It wasn't that far from civilization. Less than a two hour drive from the nearest city. There was still the question of why he was even out here… Riding out here was just a whim really. If for no other reason than to see what he could find and of all the places for a place like this, they chose to build a mansion a big empty plot of land nowhere near a highway.Dex buried his head on the fluffy and surprisingly dustless white sheets of a bed he found while exploring the house. He had no bars on his phone, so calling anyone wasn't going to do any good, and he doubted that he would be able to get home before it got dark. It was already six… He lived alone, so staying out too late wouldn't be a problem, and what friends he had were undoubtedly going to get themselves drunk, since it was summer on a Saturday. What else was there to do at a time like this? Well, other than lay around in a stranger's deserted home. The pictures in the foyer looked really old, so he doubted that they were alive anymore, his dark brown eyes trained on the blank ceiling.
"Well this is getting boring…" Dex growled to himself, his body growing sluggish with all the time he spent laying in that bed, his sneakers laid on the floor. Even if this wasn't his own home or a place with any owner, he didn't want to make the bed dirty. Mostly because he was laying in it. Having his head cradled by the plush of a big fluffy bed was the most comfort he had in years, and having that sensation ruined by the dirt that was sure to come off from the bottom of his shoes? No, he much preferred the thought of being able to sleep in peace. No yelling or crying from the room next door or the floors above and below. No gunshots or cars honking from outside of his window. Just some peace and quite in the comfort of a fluffy bed. He probably should have considered what could have been here before he used the thing, but what was the worst that could have happened? His parents being called because he was trespassing? He was twenty one already. He was an adult, and he didn't have to worry about things like that anymore. He was able to move from that home with that woman, his father wasn't around, and he now had the freedom of living on his own. Who knew? He could always just get a desk job and use this place for the rest of this life.
A laugh escaped his lips at the thought of getting to use this place for free, but then again, what would the point be? No way would he be able to live out here, where there wasn't another house in sight. He was on the third floor of this place, and he still couldn't actually see the city he walked out from. There was always the question of why he was out here in the first place… But who would really care about that? He could always just say that he had gone out for a joy ride. His bike was parked out back anyway. He would always just hop back on and cruise back home. It was the weekend, so what was the problem? Maybe just a night here. Hey, it could be fun.
Mayia Hikamaru
She pulled herself from the cab, her shoulders aching and her neck sore from the time it took her to get from the plane station, to a hotel, then to this… estate. She was told that she could find her answers here, that everything would be revealed upon coming here, but she was starting to get a little sceptical, the yellow cab driving off with her money and leaving the five foot girl on the side of a dirt road that was surrounded by nothing but grass. The early summer always did seem nice, but standing here, it was oddly cold, looking up at the gothic mansion, the three stories of the building incredibly imposing… She thought that she would just… find the home of some doctor guy who knew something about what happened to her. But no, she just had to appear in front of this odd, monster of a building. Just what kind of person was she here to meet?She fixed her black coat and sighed to herself in the thought that she had made a terrible mistake, that the choice she had made could be leading her to her death. What if that e-mail she got was some kind of lie, but after coming this far, she couldn't bring herself to turn around and go home. With her messenger bag's strap tightened over her shoulder, Mayia started walking up the deserted path, her long, pale brown hair tied back and curled over her right shoulder to keep herself from getting it dirty. She had no idea how long she was going to be in the manor, but she didn't expect to be there overnight. The most she expected was a few hours, talking to someone who hopefully knew her before her accident
She knew all about how she came to lose her old memories, but she still didn't know where she came from, who she was, and a lot of what she did before her high school years. Hopefully this trip would be worth it. Mayia wasn't a freeloader. She had a life now, worked at a shelter and had responsibilities. She even had a cat that she had to look after, a weakhearted calico named Hamlet. Had to leave him in the care of a man that she never even looked at for a year after her best friend died. Made her nervous…
With soft, sky blue eyes turned to the road ahead and long minutes of walking, Mayia found herself looking up at house, unsettled by the how run down it was. The looks made is hard to believe that anyone was living here. The moss was running up the walls and curling around wooden shutters, and the fence that surrounded the estate was rusted and poorly maintained. She was a little frightened of whose house this could have been, but she was determined to find out about her life. Who knows?… It could have only been scary on the outside. Or maybe the person she was looking for just came here to visit for one reason or another. Scuffing her slender black boots against the heated gravel, Mayia dragged herself towards the threshold and did what she could to force one of the large double doors open in a loud creaking swing, breathing slowly as if one rash move would be enough to make the entire structure collapse in on itself.
Everything she saw was a little… off-putting. There were two large paintings to the sides of the entrance, one a man and one a woman, making the oddly clean interior of the building a little scary, but she was curious about the sounds that echoed through the foyer. Wind, the shifting of dirt. Nothing extremely odd… She supposed. A long red carpet was stretched over black marble tiles and extended over the stairs. As she carefully walked away from the open door, she tilted her head a bit in thought. How could her answers be here? The place was decently clean… so… maybe there was someone here? It wouldn't hurt to explore.
