05-26-2013, 06:42 PM
[Note: I ended up making some adjustments to the layout of the house while I was doing the floor plan, so I made some quick edits to my last post. Basically, if anyone notices any contradictory statements, just go with the floor plan (which is now posted on the settings page.) The floor plan is accurate. My brain - not so much.]
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Annie did have the aura of a wild horse. She didn't feel like someone who would have grown up in a house like this. The landscape was right, but the chantry and the land it sat on (she hadn't made clear the exact size of the property, but given the lack of civilization within close eye-line it had to be a decent size plot) were obviously worth more than the average family could afford. Whoever had built the place came from money. Hell, the truck had passed a gated community on the way out here.
But Annie didn't seem like she came from money. She seemed like a woman who belonged on plot of rough, scrubby farmland in the middle of nowhere, standing in front of an aged porch with a shotgun in her hand and a feral look in her eye, growling at a trespasser to get the hell off her property.
Then again, she certainly wouldn't be the first rich kid to reject her old life and go claim a new one. And maybe the story was actually a lot more complicated than all that. But they hadn't asked for her story - not yet. They waited for her to ask the questions, so she did.
"Alright then. I take it the two of you haven't been in Denver long, or you'd know a bit more about what's been going on. You ever met a man named Jai Khan? Euthanatos? Or maybe my brother, Ja-" she cut herself off, snapped her jaw together with mild irritation and corrected herself, "-Apollo."
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Annie did have the aura of a wild horse. She didn't feel like someone who would have grown up in a house like this. The landscape was right, but the chantry and the land it sat on (she hadn't made clear the exact size of the property, but given the lack of civilization within close eye-line it had to be a decent size plot) were obviously worth more than the average family could afford. Whoever had built the place came from money. Hell, the truck had passed a gated community on the way out here.
But Annie didn't seem like she came from money. She seemed like a woman who belonged on plot of rough, scrubby farmland in the middle of nowhere, standing in front of an aged porch with a shotgun in her hand and a feral look in her eye, growling at a trespasser to get the hell off her property.
Then again, she certainly wouldn't be the first rich kid to reject her old life and go claim a new one. And maybe the story was actually a lot more complicated than all that. But they hadn't asked for her story - not yet. They waited for her to ask the questions, so she did.
"Alright then. I take it the two of you haven't been in Denver long, or you'd know a bit more about what's been going on. You ever met a man named Jai Khan? Euthanatos? Or maybe my brother, Ja-" she cut herself off, snapped her jaw together with mild irritation and corrected herself, "-Apollo."