"Uhh, hehe, hehe," she stammered. She looked for something else to look at, anything, just to get his gaze of her face. "So you were talking about being a soldier, how long have you been in the service?" she spat that out fast, she didn't mean to be rude, she just wanted the attention off of her. "I'm sorry! I just....." She fumbled with the key in her hand, desperate for her embarrassment to be over with.

"Its fine. To answear your Question, iv been in the Service 2 years. I spent the first year in fort worth, then my Second in Afgahnistan. I was Given Lesiure time because of a shot in the ribs I got, so I decided to spend it in my home town." he told her, taking the key and looking at it.

Still embarrassed she says, "So how would you be then?" She doesn't really know where to go, "I am sorry you got hurt, has it healed?" she kind of makes an attempt to reach for where she thinks the wound is, but retracts her hand. "I hope the key works, it sounds like it should work on almost anything." She glances at the wardrobe.

He looks threw the keyhole, attempting to see anything.

Through the keyhole you see a carpet and a couple of candles mounted on the walls of what appears to be a hallway or sorts, however the candlelight does not provide enough lighting to clearly see much of anything.


((you guys know you have a skeleton key yes? you can open the door~ XD ))

He used the key to open the door.

The door swings open suddenly, as if it were held by a great weight. The candles flicker for a moment, but don't go out. The hallway before the captives seems wide and uninviting, with paintings of snobby rich looking aristocrats on the walls. There are four doors down this hallway, two on the left and two on the right, with the hallway ending in a big stained glass window. The carpet appears to have once been beautiful and detailed, but has been worn down with age.

Andraus Took down the paintings on the right, hoping for some clue.

((for puzzle purposes, could you state actions in more of an "Attempted to" or "began to" sort of way instead of straight doing the action? this just allows me to put in weather or not the action actually goes through.))

The portraits seem to scowl as they are removed from their lofty positions. While most just reveal wallpaper behind, much more vibrant in color, having been somewhat protected from the decay of time, a small note has been shoved in the backing of one.

"Day 4,
It seems as if this place is toying with me, as if the castle wanted me to escape...if there is a locked door, there is a key somewhere, if there is darkness, there is a candle, if there is a dead end, there is also a hidden way...
I knew I shouldn't have came here. Yet... poor Alexander, I couldn't have let him come alone.
I know he must be in the castle somewhere, I must find him.
~D.M."

He took the note, then he looked at his companion "Have you found something? like a match or lighter "

Username: Derago
Character Name: Dero Hamara
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: About 6'4, relatively tan, though you can't really tell. Heavily tattooed with sleeves containing various, multi-coloured art, mostly scars and bone tattoos on his chest and back (He never wears shirts) and a dragon wrapping around his neck. He always wears baggy, black cargo pants and boots. His dark brown hair goes about halfway down his back and he keeps a hair-tie on his wrist. Also smokes excessively (With matches, he refuses to use lighters) and keeps a black and white parrot named Fortundar (Whether or not the parrot sticks around is up to you :P)
Occupation: Tattoo artist.
Personality: Ornery when he doesn't get his caffeine, but usually too tired to do anything when he doesn't. Likes to take charge, hates to be controlled. Also enjoys joking, women, smoking, women, drawing, women, and... You get the picture. Dero likes to fight, as well, he takes it as a game and keeps himself fit and ready for it. Will KILL for his hair.
Short Bio: Dero was the typical rebel. He grew up listening to as much metal as he possibly could, grew his hair out, got into fights, screwed authority, screwed women, screwed himself over for the most part. An old friend got him a job at the tattoo parlor and he picked up art as a way to get himself out of the "Fuck you" mindset. A lot of good that did for him. When his friend's father died, he entrusted the parlor to the two boys who had the greatest times of their lives. Dero got the parrot and named him after his lost friend after a fire burned his own legs and forced him to get a new parlor. What he's doing here? He has no fucking idea. But he doesn't intend to stay.

:P This roleplay reminds me of classic Pen-And-Paper games I used to play. Brings out the character developer in me! Lemme know if I need to change things or what not.

((sounds good Derago! ^.^))

((Sweet :P Any setting for me or am I supposed to make up my own room? xD))

((oh right! I'm sorry I forgot))

Thumping comes from the second door on the right. Those in the hallway hear something muffled, as if someone was trying to get their attention.

((Sorry, that didn't help me at all. Was that supposed to be my character trying to get their attention?))

Andraus walked over to the door, and attempted to unlock it.

((Yes, sorry it's not very creative, gotta get you with the rest of the party somehow ._. ))

The door swings open, revealing Dero, who seems excited to be freed from his cell.


((I'm failing at the moment, my bad DX ))

(( xD I'll have to add some things for you))

Dero charged out of the room, attempting to barrel through the door that was no longer there. If Andraus didn't move, he would be hit and if he did, Dero would slam into the wall. Either way, Dero screamed out. "YOU BASTARDS! Where is my parrot?!" He flailed angrily, attempting to hit either of the two in the hallway with him.

((I'm back, yay!))

Thorn sensed something of importance behind the second door on the left. She walked over to it without regard to the new member of their 'party', she was set in a pensive state and knew just what she wanted to do. The thing is, she didn't know what she would find.

((Andruas left. You're the "D.M" xD Might as well just move on.))

Thorn is diverted from her task by the growing sense of the presence of another behind her. She turns around to see Derago, "Hi my name is Thorn, what's yours?" She put her hand out to shake. "We just got here, well we think. How long have you been here?" she continued, trying to fill the deepening silence with some sort of noise.

Andraus stood up, and rubbed his head "God damn....Seriously, dude that hurt, and it takes alot to hurt me " he stood up, then walked into the guys room.

Originally Posted by Derago

((Andruas left. You're the "D.M" xD Might as well just move on.))

((Bahahaha, I thought no one would catch that XD. I didn't want to say to much about your intro so you could say what you wanted o= ))

This room was a tiny bit more welcoming than the last, although the utter starkness of the area did leave one with a feeling of unease. There was an actual bed here, albeit a rather uncomfortable looking one. A couple of feathers lay on the floor, perhaps evidence of some feathered creature?
The window here was also stained glass, the only decoration in the room. The window depicted a girl standing on a hill, facing away from the viewer, her face a mystery. Upon closer inspection, there appears to be something wedged in the corner of the windowsill.

Thorn reaches up to the object in the windowsill, she has a feeling it was meant for her.

Dero growled and picked himself off the floor. He muttered a few swear words and scratched his bare chest. "Where the hell're my smokes..." Dero scowled and trudged into the room. He searched his pockets for a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches (Lemme know what he finds ;P) and fell to the floor when he saw the feathers. "No! Fort! Where the hell are you?!" His hands reached up to pull at his hair. "What the fuck. I'll kill them!"