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Mica · 11:52 AM

Gregory managed to find his way without too much effort which was a bit sad considering he was supposed to be living here. Before hand, Mrs. Luyens had informed him that there was neither butler, nor a valet available to him. Which was fine, he lived in the modern world and generally people were capable of taking care of themselves despite their wealth. After the first look he got of his room he didn’t take another look, the detailed design of the furniture didn’t interest him much, all he needed was a chair, a table and a bed to sleep on.

He didn’t unpack completely, mostly took out a few days worth of clothes and left them on the bed. Mrs. Luyens had told him much to her regret that they did not have a Butler or a valet, but the thought hadn’t occurred to him. The only thing he was hopeless was the art of ‘cooking’, a thought he would prefer to keep at the back of his mind. The new atmosphere of the little town was a little less than he expected and he hadn’t expected much, although it was not something he wanted to dwell on.

The rest of his time was spent unpacking his books and laptop, though he wondered if he would ever manage to charge it or get some sort of internet connection. He didn’t bother with cleaning himself up, only washing his face and brushing his wet fingers against his hair, there was still the whole day to burn even if it seemed late in the afternoon. He changed to a simple white button shirt with the collar stretching out and black pants, smoothed up his hair and sorting out the rest of his mini library.

The thought brought him to wonder about a library, wondering if there was one here.

Knock, knock.

Gregory snapped from his thoughts and stood to open the door, unlocking it as he went. No one was there. He raised a brow, closed it and went back to unpacking. He didn’t linger with the thought, even if it was odd. It might have been coming from somewhere else.

Knock, knock.

He made a face this time, neatly dropping the pair of books on the ornate desk while he made his way to the door once again. Turning the knob quickly this time, the results were the same. It was not exactly creepy, more so annoying than anything else.

Knock, knock.

He sighed and hoped this wasn't a childish prank.

Mica In the Box			#17
	Gregory managed to find his way without too much effort which was a bit sad considering he was supposed to be living here. Before hand, Mrs. Luyens had informed him that there was neither butler, nor a valet available to him. Which was fine, he lived in the modern world and generally people were capable of taking care of themselves despite their wealth. After the first look he got of his room he didn’t take another look, the detailed design of the furniture didn’t interest him much, all he needed was a chair, a table and a bed to sleep on. He didn’t unpack completely, mostly took out a few days worth of clothes and left them on the bed. Mrs. Luyens had told him much to her regret that they did not have a Butler or a valet, but the thought hadn’t occurred to him. The only thing he was hopeless was the art of ‘cooking’, a thought he would prefer to keep at the back of his mind. The new atmosphere of the little town was a little less than he expected and he hadn’t expected much, although it was not something he wanted to dwell on. The rest of his time was spent unpacking his books and laptop, though he wondered if he would ever manage to charge it or get some sort of internet connection. He didn’t bother with cleaning himself up, only washing his face and brushing his wet fingers against his hair, there was still the whole day to burn even if it seemed late in the afternoon. He changed to a simple white button shirt with the collar stretching out and black pants, smoothed up his hair and sorting out the rest of his mini library. The thought brought him to wonder about a library, wondering if there was one here. Knock, knock. Gregory snapped from his thoughts and stood to open the door, unlocking it as he went. No one was there. He raised a brow, closed it and went back to unpacking. He didn’t linger with the thought, even if it was odd. It might have been coming from somewhere else. Knock, knock. He made a face this time, neatly dropping the pair of books on the ornate desk while he made his way to the door once again. Turning the knob quickly this time, the results were the same. It was not exactly creepy, more so annoying than anything else. Knock, knock. He sighed and hoped this wasn't a childish prank. Long, long hiatus. Last edited by Mica; 02-01-2011 at 11:52 AM.
		Posted 02-01-2011, 11:50 AM