Season: Fall
Time Of Day: Late-Afternoon
Weather: It is cool outside now but the day was unseasonably warm even with the rain. Fog has rolled in and a light mist of rain still falls.
Setting: Late Century England in the city of Derry. A larger city of cobblestone pathways and crowded streets. The city rests on the banks of a broad river that leads to the seas miles away. The center of town is government and commerce, the north end is where you will find the arts, fine dining and the homes of the cities most wealthy dotted around the palace of the king. To the south is the docks, the poor and the scum of the city as some put it. The city is heavily divided, lines clearly drawn between the social classes.
November 19th,
Another beautifully depressing day of fog and rain, it never seemed to end this time of the year, how I cannot wait for the summer when the world is in full bloom and I can take a well needed vacation to the cottage by the sea.
Things over the passed few months have been hectic at best, keeping ever busy with the day to day grind as my father so lovely puts it. Yet we are keeping on schedule, even though that is taking many hours of over time. The money is worth it, no one ever said that living like a we do came cheaply.
I have to attend a dinner social this evening, which I am dreading, but I must make an appearance at the very least. Not something I want to do but must, the family must retain its social status and if I were to abstain it would reflect poorly on us.
I do hope however that Bradley does not show, he was not to happy when I turned down his courtship and proposal last evening. With any luck he will decide to remain in house this evening in hopes that he will avoid any loss of face in front of the society.
I am fond of him and yet he is not what I want in a suitor. His arrogance is only matched by his lack of wit, saying unto me that he could tame me. I need not taming, I need equality, but that is something I think shall have to wait for the next life.
Other than that things seem to be going well at this moment in time, but something is pestering the back of my mind. I cannot seem to put my finger on it but something is very out of place. Father was acting odd this morning at breakfast, unusually quiet and reserved, even towards me. I wonder what is pestering him at this time.
I.....
A scream broke through Gabrielle's concentration and her pen nib scratched through the thick paper of the journal. Dropping the pen she ran out of her room and began making her way downstairs as quickly as she could. At the rounded to the platform half way down the ground stair case she saw Anabel running out of Lord De'Paulez's private study with her blood covering her hands.
"Miss! You're father!" Anabel sobbed as she stood there frozen in her place. Gabrielle ran by her and stopped in the door way, seeing their elder butler leaning over the lifeless body of her father.
Time Of Day: Late-Afternoon
Weather: It is cool outside now but the day was unseasonably warm even with the rain. Fog has rolled in and a light mist of rain still falls.
Setting: Late Century England in the city of Derry. A larger city of cobblestone pathways and crowded streets. The city rests on the banks of a broad river that leads to the seas miles away. The center of town is government and commerce, the north end is where you will find the arts, fine dining and the homes of the cities most wealthy dotted around the palace of the king. To the south is the docks, the poor and the scum of the city as some put it. The city is heavily divided, lines clearly drawn between the social classes.
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November 19th,
Another beautifully depressing day of fog and rain, it never seemed to end this time of the year, how I cannot wait for the summer when the world is in full bloom and I can take a well needed vacation to the cottage by the sea.
Things over the passed few months have been hectic at best, keeping ever busy with the day to day grind as my father so lovely puts it. Yet we are keeping on schedule, even though that is taking many hours of over time. The money is worth it, no one ever said that living like a we do came cheaply.
I have to attend a dinner social this evening, which I am dreading, but I must make an appearance at the very least. Not something I want to do but must, the family must retain its social status and if I were to abstain it would reflect poorly on us.
I do hope however that Bradley does not show, he was not to happy when I turned down his courtship and proposal last evening. With any luck he will decide to remain in house this evening in hopes that he will avoid any loss of face in front of the society.
I am fond of him and yet he is not what I want in a suitor. His arrogance is only matched by his lack of wit, saying unto me that he could tame me. I need not taming, I need equality, but that is something I think shall have to wait for the next life.
Other than that things seem to be going well at this moment in time, but something is pestering the back of my mind. I cannot seem to put my finger on it but something is very out of place. Father was acting odd this morning at breakfast, unusually quiet and reserved, even towards me. I wonder what is pestering him at this time.
I.....
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A scream broke through Gabrielle's concentration and her pen nib scratched through the thick paper of the journal. Dropping the pen she ran out of her room and began making her way downstairs as quickly as she could. At the rounded to the platform half way down the ground stair case she saw Anabel running out of Lord De'Paulez's private study with her blood covering her hands.
"Miss! You're father!" Anabel sobbed as she stood there frozen in her place. Gabrielle ran by her and stopped in the door way, seeing their elder butler leaning over the lifeless body of her father.