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Behind the Mask
By: guest2 Date: May 3, 2020, 3:24 pm
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[center][font=times new roman]"Melrose hides a dark, dark
secret.. and that is his own face. Just what happened to cause
the enigmatic man to become his own curtain? Only his memories
will unlock this answer for all to see..."[/font]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/K1vhdjal.png
[b]Involved:[b]
Melrose Meghan
Iylia Meghan
Rafael Meghan
Caretaker Janice
This will detail Melrose's child-hood. It will detail how he
first discovered his Malice, and such the form; and detail why
he has come to adorn a mask at all times. [/center]
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Re: Behind the Mask
By: guest2 Date: May 3, 2020, 3:47 pm
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[font=andale mono]Melrose Meghan.
Strrovagnar, Xerinnesse Empire: Meghan Mansion.
Accompanying Caretaker Janice.
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"Mama?" Melrose called out. His echoes bounced around a
seemingly endless labyrinth as he continued to walk forward. He
was alone.. yet an eerie opaque darkness called out to him. He
could see lights.. perhaps they were street lights of Xerinn
variety? He could not tell. Regardless, he kept his sweaty fists
close to his chest. He wanted to retreat to as little space as
he could. He did not want to be known or visible in this
familiar scene.. as e knew what was to come.
He bit his lower lip, and refused to allow himself to pout even
though he felt a cold sweat all over his own body; and tears
welled up in his sockets. Suddenly there was a crash. There were
screams.. there was chaos. Suddenly these lights erupted into a
blinding light; temporarily blinding the boy as he covered his
eyes with his palms before opening them once more to be pushed
to the side by a terrified individual running the opposite
direction.
"N-no.." Melrose mumbled in his sleep, tossing his turning..
"No, no.. mah.. mama.." He tossed and turned, seeing images of a
maleficent form flash in front of him. One of shadow. One of
poison. One of malice. Such the figure terrified the poor boy as
he was nestled in his bed. He lived by what could be the
furthest from a poverty-stricken lifestyle; adorned in rich
linens nestled under even more layers of richer linens
surrounded by the Edwardian architectural designs he had nestled
in. But not even the bright colors could hide Melrose's terror
at this very moment. The entire room was but void. All he could
taste, feel, hear.. was that of this.. monster.
Who was this monster? What was it? He didn't know. He was but a
child. A child who dreamed of this malice tearing his own
parents to shreds. Tearing his neighbor.. passer-byers.. hell,
even OTHER children to shreds more fine than chips of a freshly
sawed log. He could not handle it.. he felt his heart wanting to
jump through his chest when he screamed, shooting up in a
sitting position.
"MAMA!" He screamed again before turning to face his door,
noticing an immediate approaching light-source. He felt his
terrified eyes begin to swell with that of tears as he cuddled
up in his bed-sheets, hugging them. He had no bearing of a
stuffed companion to calm him.. no. He was stuck alone in his
lavish bed. His fingers tightly laced around the fabric layered
over his juvenile body as he began to pout, even when the doors
opened to reveal a woman. A woman who was not his mother, but a
woman who served her. Her name was Janice. He hadn't known her
last name, but she had been recently hired to care for Melrose.
Lately, the poor boy had begun to see visions.. echoes from what
he could only assume an otherworldly being. But his parents'
only assumed the child was having fever dreams and was coming
down with an illness that would not separate itself from the
clutches of what is Melrose. It surely was not corruption.. but
was it? They hadn't known, after-all. Hell, not even Janice
could thoroughly understand what was happening with the poor
boy. She could only feel her heart-strings tug and pull within
every direction when she saw the terrified young boy; often
needlessly scolded by his parents to assume the grandeur
position of boldness when he had only seen nine winters.
"I-I want my mama.." He innocently asked the approaching maiden
as she checked his cheeks, raising his chin and insuring he was
of good health to which he obliged without question to allow her
to conduct.
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Re: Behind the Mask
By: guest2 Date: May 3, 2020, 4:01 pm
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[font=andale mono]Caretaker Janice.
Strrovagnar, Xerinnesse Empire: Meghan Mansion.
Accompanying Melrose Meghan.
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Janice had been minding her own business.. she was tasked by
Lady Meghan to scour the premises on her off-time once Melrose
had first fallen asleep. Such the delicate boy was a hand-full,
Janice had been told. He had started to see strange visions that
terrified not only him, but his parents as well. They tried to
calm him. Tried to wipe his face with a cool towelette.. but it
hadn't stopped. They suspected Corruption had began to take hold
of their son, and as such did not want to be around to catch
such the disease. So they hired Janice.
Janice was an adept whenever it came to young souls. Children
were known to sometimes act out. Especially with the noble
families that plagued, in her mind, the noble depths of
Liphilius' estates. She was but an advocate for all noble
children. Forced to endure the trials of what they should not be
enduring, or exposed to for that matter. But money that was
flaunted in the face of law would only allow what should not
happen to happen. Janice had a mission in mind, and that was to
end such the charade.
Why, she had been lost in thought trailing the halls of the
Meghan mansion as she ranted in her mind to herself. "He has
only seen nine winters, yet he is exposed to the trials of the
lack of piety shown by Uleplexian mouths.. noblemen and women
did not care whether a child was present, or not." She thought
while adjusting her skirt; patting her palm against the linen to
shake off dust. "And this damned mansion. Do they not have a
butler or maid? Am I the only employee?" She pursed her lips at
the thought while examining the abundant hallways she was
ordered to walk.
Her thoughts were soon hushed by a familiar echo vibrating down
the hallway. It was that of a scream. A young scream, familiar
from the lungs of who Janice knew as the boy. Her eyes widened
and she turned to confirm what she had heard. Nope, she surely
heard an accompanying scream. She held up her skirt with a
clenched hand as she ran through the many hallways in an attempt
to limit how much time was spent reaching his room.. an
intruder?! Was he being attacked?! Or was this another night
terror?!
Regardless, she opened the door to his room and spotted him
sitting up and staring at the door; tears rolling down his
cheeks and snot making its' way out of his nostrils. She ran to
his bedside and checked his temperature. She moved his head side
to side, then raised his chin.. nope. He was all good. She
provided a genuinely sympathetic frown before sighing and
sitting down her oil lamp on his bedside as he asked for his
mother.
After she sat, she let out an audible "oof!" as her spread out
palms clapped on her knees. She stared forward adjusting her
loose hair by tucking it into her messy-bun before switching her
gaze to the boy. She pursed her lips again, patting his knees.
"Lady Meghan has instructed me not to disturb her, dear
boy.."she gently advised, "in her stead, I will assure you are
safe." She crossed her legs before leaning back with her arms;
quite uncouth for a servant to show such a casual tone, she
knew. But her goal was to assure the child that she was no
threat, even if this was her first night with the child. "One of
your nightmares?" She asked with a raised perplexed yet raised
eyebrow.
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Re: Behind the Mask
By: guest2 Date: May 3, 2020, 4:07 pm
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[font=andale mono]Melrose Meghan.
Strrovagnar, Xerinnesse Empire: Meghan Mansion.
Accompanying Caretaker Janice.
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"B-but.." Melrose innocently murmured under his breath before
his eyes fell downward to his palms and linen as the woman sat.
He wiped a tear before sniffling and crossing his legs
underneath the linen.. of-course his own mother did not want to
be around Melrose. She already expressed a disdain for him and
his growing.. nightmares. Why, she even assumed, with his
father, that he had become corrupted. Such malice could
absolutely not reach them. Even Melrose was conditioned to
understand the Meghan lineage had a face to upkeep.
He shook his head before wiping another tear with the base of
his palm, and attempting to straighten his expression into a
more dull and lackluster one, though he could not stop his lower
lip from quivering of fright.
He then noticed the caretaker lean back.. in quite a.. casual
demeanor. This was her first night, and such the peculiarity
immediately was taken notice by Melrose who sniffed again before
speaking.. "But what if I get you sick, too?" He asked, curling
even closer to his own space with his blue, yet hazy eyes
watching the woman in front of him. She bellowed a silent, yet
audible giggle to which perplexed Melrose. She was doing quite
the good job in calming down the boy.. even if he still felt his
demons lingering through his mind; the leftovers of his
night-terror still fresh.
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