Matters of Blood and Connection <Kara>

This must have been one of the largest houses Hannah had been in yet, and that was saying something. In fact, the aging man standing next to her had a mansion the size of a skyscraper, containing atleast three dozen different rooms. Hannah should know. She had cleaned every one of them. This other man, the one who had called them all here today, whoever he was, must be rich to have such a mansion. And along with 'rich' came the rest of the qualities Hannah was so accustomed to; conceitedness, arrogance, and scorn. The owners always changed, but the characteristics never did. Atleast her current possessor was an avid book-collector. His library was incredible.

Dropping her gaze to the ground, Hannah slowly slipped out a small, crumbling book from under her jacket. She had found it while dusting the vast bookshelves. It's cover was a solid navy blue, and the title was scrawled out in fine gold lettering. "The Wonders of the Ocean." The wonders of the ocean... Hannah had always wondered about the ocean. She had already reached chapter two, where it was beginning to explain about the crisp sea breeze that surrounded the water's murky depths. It was fascinating. Imagine just sitting on the beach, over looking the waves, breathing in the salty scent.

Hannah glanced up scantly, to make sure that no one was paying attention to her actions. Getting caught now would probably lead to some sort of unpleasent punishment later on. Luckily, everyone seemed caught up in what the host was saying... something about someone named "Dayle." Hannah shifted her gaze to the others standing next to her; six other males, and six other female avoxes. Perhaps one of them was named Dayle? Yet, that couldn't be right. This man (What was his name? Oh, right. Mr. Malcolm Chamberlain) seemed to be using an agitated tone. Surely, he wouldn't be speaking to his guests in such a way?

Hannah pondered this strange plight for a few moments, before she was once again distracted by the literature in her hand. Opening it to where she had turned down the page, Hannah subtly studied the fine-printed transcript.

Someone nudged her side harshly, causing her to stumble forward. Hannah turned to glare back At Egner under her lowered eyes. He obviously wanted her to do well in this. He obviously wanted that 15 grand.

Well then, she was determined to totally and utterly mess this up. The situation was under her control for once; she could do anything with it. She could chose the outcome. So what if it got her executed... or punished, or exhiled. It was all worth it, just to see this man upset. It was set in her mind. It was done. She was done. With everything, with it all.

Stepping towards the kitchen, she flashed a smile to the host. But thise smile was different. Filled with menace, filled with the knowledge of what she was going to do. She wasn't exactly sure yet; but she knew she could do something, just something to wreck this whole interview.

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A moment later, she was in the room. It's clutter was extremely overwhelming, and she almost shrunk back at the mere sight of it, but adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, and she pushed her self forward. It was now or never, literally. Now or never...

Hannah looked towards the ground. Shattered wine bottles, mirrors, and splintering wood littered the ground, and some sort of substance lined the wall, oozing slowly down towards the floor. A swinging chandelair flickered pitifully, missing half of it's lightbulbs and decorative glass.

For a moment, Hannah stood motionless, surveying the area. If she picked up the glass her, and aseembled it there, the limed back together the wood...

No. Stop it. She shook her head. Hannah couldn't believe this... she hadn't realized how obediant she actually was. Immediately thinking of cleaning techniques...

Grabbing a goblet that was suprisingly still whole, she threw it across the room, more out of frustration for herself rather then the others outside. It crashed against the wall, scattering across a muddied carpet, dissappearing.

That was better; she was making more of a mess, rather then cleaning it. Better, better. And why should she stop there? Scooping up a chalky substance that lay in a pile (she didn't want to think about what it was), she poured it into a damaged vase balancing ontop of some piled plates. Grasping a crushed lily off the ground, she stuck it into the container, propping it against the sides.

There. The flower stood alone, desolated among the chaos of the room, it's petals mangled and crushed. She wasn't sure why exactly she had framed this flower... this horribly impaired flower...

But she liked it. It matched the room.

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Stepping back into the room holding the masters, the servants, Egner, Malcolm, Hannah crossed her arms. Looking down, she felt unusually content and at-ease. Egner stepped up to her, leading her back towards where he was standing. For once, she let him pull her along without thought. The damage was already done.