Arane
 | | Subject: The Kitchen Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:18 pm | |
| It is unclear where the kitchen is held. It seems that only the Arrow would know where the entrance was and the servants as well. It is said that it is kept to keep others from stealing. Despite this, the kitchen has counters on al walls and a stove and fridge on the north side. It has a single window on the east side where no curtain drapes it. An island is in the middle. The mansion store is located on the left after walking in where shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling with months worth of food. | |
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Charlie
| | Subject: Re: The Kitchen Fri Mar 29, 2013 9:02 pm | |
| ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  How could the world want me to change?------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Walking carefully over to fridge and opening it with a pale, colorless hand Charlie stared at the arrangement of blood bags set gently in the fridge. Of course this was practically all that was in the fridge, a lot of blood bags and a few human foods along with raw meat. Vampires didn't need to eat, but Charlie always liked to pretend he was normal, he would sometimes eat a light snack just for the memories.
Cracking his thin knuckles Charlie reached in, wrapping his long slender fingers around the tops of two of the bags and bringing them over to a counter top. Trying to ignore the thick red liquid just below his abdomen Charlie reached into a cabinet that was about eye level with him (mind you, he had to lean back some to avoid slamming his face into the door) he pulled out two medium sized clear glasses and filled one two the brim with red liquid and the other halfway.
The smell was pleasing, he hated that it was pleasing. It was morbid to drink blood, but he had to admit as reluctant as he is to drinking it Charlie enjoyed it. He loved the fill of the stuff running down his throat and the sweet smell of it, the sticky feel of it on his lip and even the taste of it. It was just who he was now, a strait out monster. As much as Charlie hated it, he couldn't change that. Sighing he picked up the glasses and tried his hardest what victim had been bled out just for one and a half cups of blood.
-To the Library-
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Those Addressed: none
Those Mentioned: No one
Tone: N/A
Activity: Getting glasses of blood
Word count: 275
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