Lucius White
Terran Civilian
Prisoner
Posts: 37
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 19:25:20 GMT -6
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Post by Lucius White on Jan 4, 2016 19:50:35 GMT -6
Located deep in the Orlan Forest past Loma Veron...
The Kitchen
The Living Room
The Stair well
The Master Bedroom and Bath
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Lucius White
Terran Civilian
Prisoner
Posts: 37
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 19:25:20 GMT -6
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Post by Lucius White on Jan 4, 2016 19:51:20 GMT -6
Tucked away under the tree and covered in the mud, Cassian watched from the mud as his captors stopped at the stream and looked around before running down the stream; he waited in the mud for sometime before getting out of his hiding spot. What was so important about him? He could care less as he continued into the forest till he came to a clearing with tall grasses soon even the grass was gone as he walked along grapes...a vineyard possibly. Picked a few grapes, he continued walking along the field till he spotted a large house in the distance which would be a great spot to hide and even blend in; the mud had dried and covered over the white spots from the tub. The paths were covered with overgrown grape vines and even weeds which told him that the owner hadn't been out here in quite some time.
Finally finishing off the grapes, he was surprised to find the door unlocked as he walked inside to see papers covering the kitchen counter yet there was a fine coating of dust with a wine bottle closed up with the wrapper crumpled up; though he was sure the wine was far from good. Flipping on the water, it took a while to start running but once it started the water changed from yellow to clear, he began drinking all he could till he started getting flashbacks of the tub...for a few minutes, he was at a stand still till he snapped out of it. He glanced over to see a book on the floor as he kneeled down to pick it up only to see author's name, 'Cassian Nox'. The book was old since the pages appeared to have some aging on them but the name was something that had a ring to it, Cassian Nox, a good name since the book was about creatures of the night. Well if anyone ran up on him, he could introduce himself...Cassian Nox. Looking down, he noticed a trail of mud which was messy but if this was to be his home then it couldn't be messy. Walking across the oak floor and soon up the stairs, he took a deep breath as he stepped into the shower to wash off the white off of his body as well as the mud while the entire time all he could see was his captors conducting tests on him while he was in the tub.
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Lucius White
Terran Civilian
Prisoner
Posts: 37
Registered: Dec 30, 2015 19:25:20 GMT -6
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Post by Lucius White on Jan 5, 2016 18:55:07 GMT -6
He had flipped off the water, going into the closet to grab a towel before walking into the bedroom as he found a drawer that had loose clothing as he grabbed a pair of pants with a gray sweater as he rolled up the sleeves. Sitting down on the bed, dust flew into the air as flipped on a lamp before glancing down at the photo of a woman appeared to having fun on the beach with what appeared to be a dog though it appeared to have been faded a bit. Getting up from the bed, he hung up his towel before going down the stairs begin cleaning up the mud as well as pour out the bottle of bad wine yet he needed to search for more wine to sample it so he can get the recipe in his head. He poured the bottle down the sink and from the kitchen he noticed a glass door as he opened it which he followed the stairs down into a massive wine cellar; checking over the signs on the wall which had all the bottles aging though he was looking for the most recent bottles which he soon found. These were made 6 months ago and were at their earliest which would be a good taste comparison. Cassian took one bottle from the wall and went back up stairs to open the bottle and let it air out a bit while he flipped on more lights, moving over to the bookshelves as he pulled out books about wine making.
Sitting down on the couch, he began reading up on the basics with the opened wine bottle beside himself; if he were to make wine, he would have to learn and in the morning he would have to clean up the vineyard after all weeds and overgrown vines made it harder to walk. Reading more and more, he started picking on the techniques as well as the basics but as the sun dropped; he fell asleep on the couch with the books yet never getting a sip of the wine that he had opened.
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