Thread: Solitary Confinement (AzizSolomon & Aise)

Alistair 24 6'5 185 lbs Short chocolate hair, vibrant blue-green eyes Hey, guys! I found the gate! Looks pretty easy to break through. The six young men looked around the tall, iron-wrought fence that lie all around the towering old mansion the only piece of history in an otherwise modern town. The story the group was told only a week or so before was this Six months ago, the grandchildren of the nobles that originally built, lived in, and eventually died in, the manor had come one night to split up furniture and whatnot so they could finally be rid of the old place. However, once the party made their way in, most of them ran off, reporting they saw a little girl with bright, crimson eyes. They swore that they stared into their very souls. One of them was reported to have never come out, but the others were too frightened to look for him. About two weeks later, however, he just suddenly turned up again, totally fine, with no physical or mental trauma. When asked about the mansion, he just never responds to their questions, as if he didn't hear them. Nobody ever knew what happened to him in the manor, and nobody ever wanted to. Until now. Six men were willing to go even after hearing the tale of the grandchildren, and they'd planned on a week from that day. So, here they certainly were, among them a man that really would've enjoyed being alone at home rather than out here at the mansion. However, his friends had said they'd all call his boss and ask her if she'd have a threesome with Alistair and themselves, so he hadn't much choice. Now, of course, by his own luck, he'd ended up getting layed-off anyway, but he said he'd be here, so he wouldn't go back on it now. He went over to the gate first, along with his best friend, Clancy, getting ready to burst through. One...two...three! With that, they both kicked, and Alistair fell to the ground inside of the courtyard. Well that'd been weaker than they imagined. Getting to his feet and dusting himself off, the group looked around the area to find a way inside. Do you see anything, Michael? Not a damn thing, Jeff. How about you, Tom? It's too damn dark, even with flashlights! Clancy, have you got anything? Nope. This place is boarded up well. Right, Ali? Clancy asked as Alistair stared over at the gazebo. Something quite didn't look right about it...that wasn't quite the place for a gazebo, and it seemed to have a couple loose boards... Ali! The young man looked back over to his friends for a moment, and noticed them all standing by the gate again, Clancy looking directly at him. You coming? He shook his head and looked back at the gazebo, saying without looking back, I'll stick around for a bit longer. I'll catch up. the group of men closed the gate behind them, more than happy to leave the manor behind. Alistair then walked over to the gazebo, and sure enough, there were a couple of loose boards that could be slid into the side. Once he had, there was an entrance straight down with a ladder leading in. Taking the flashlight between his teeth, he started making his way down into it, sliding the boards back into place before getting too far. It wasn't long before he came to solid ground a passage underground, of sorts. Making his way through the dark passage, he ended up coming to another ladder after a bit longer, so Ali made his way up that one and was met with a trapdoor. Pushing up on it, he was able to lift the door as he climbed into a room filled with books, chairs, and a desk. It appeared to be a man's study. Closing the trapdoor, Ali just noticed that the path lacked and cobwebs of any sort. Someone had been here. Recently. He then walked up towards the door and opened it, entering the grand foyer, looking around at the grand staircase and all of the areas directly connected to the foyer. After inspecting the kitchen and living room, he took a seat on the staircase, hearing the wood give a groan as it took on his weight, thinking of hit next course of action.