Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37 
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Jun 16, 2016 16:56:04 GMT -8
In the Free City, the recent immigrant François Montcalmé has used his old money to open a Café. It would serve food usually found in Gauldin, high quality, small and very nutritious, as well as vending pastries and drinks for those who are too busy to eat now. He lives here too, and will not shy away from putting up a little music. Francois is open to advertising for others, always willing to go for a chat. Outside stands a single box magically enchanted so people can put in coins for charity, and those that honestly need them can open it and take them. If nobody takes them then François takes them out himself and finds someone in need of food to give them to. He is also looking to hire performers to play.
When performers are not available a small magical box plays music off of a black discus with various sigils and glyphs on it. It uses a series of jade and obsidian cubes to spread the sound hammered into the magical disc, which itself is an echo of the memories of Francois and various patrons. There is no clear menu, the owner is still learning of Isran cuisine, but will try to appease customers no matter what they order. Often he will ask for instructions on how to prepare something he has not heard of but will follow them precisely to the letter only at times adding a personal touch. He will have nearly any ingredient found in the overworld for such is the way of the man. Under his counter is also a year old baguette, specially dried and prepared to as to crush bones if needed, and an ancient crossbow is always loaded.
The building has a small brewery in the cellars, and a workshop at the very back. It has a backdoor connecting to the alleyways, while sewers can be accessed from getting to the sub-basement bellow the cellars and opening a trapdoor. Finally, a simple redwood staircase going to the second floor of the building leads one to the bedroom or office of Francois.
The schedule is as follows:
Monday 9:30 AM - 10 PM
Tuesday 9:30 AM- 10 PM (11:30 AM - 1:30 PM the poor can come for free meals)
Wednesday - 9:30 AM - 10:00 PM
Thursday - 6:30 PM - 1:00 AM
Friday - Closed for all but those with reservations.
Saturday - 9:30 AM - 11 PM (timetable can be modified for those with parties and plans)
Sunday - Closed for all but those with reservations.
There is a note that explicitly states unless reservations are present, one should check in the morning to see if the Cafe might be closed for personal reasons. However anyone who can provide proof they were going to visit the Cafe on a closed day is entitled to a free reservation for a future date. In addition, those who cannot find work, home, food, or shelter are free to eat, rest, and regather their strength in his cafe.
|
|
Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Loddy on Jun 16, 2016 19:04:43 GMT -8
As Loddy finished his training at the local bard school, he ventured in the Free-City looking for a tavern or pub to preform at. With lute in hand and his belongings in his bag, he travels in the city searching for his new gig or even better his new home. Hours go by as the day turns to dusk without any luck finally gives up. He sits on the sit of the paved roadway and reluctantly prepares to camp outside for the night. As he prepares his attempt of a shelter, a piece of paper floats by being an annoyance to Loddy. Loddy smacks it back and forth as the paper dips and dodges out of the way. "Leave me be!" Loddy shouts. The paper smacks him in the face. Loddy fiercely grips the paper and prepares to spike it on the ground, but notices something. The paper is a flyer.
"The MONTCALMÉ CAFÉ GRAND OPENING!
HIGH QUALITY GAULDIN AND ISARN FOOD FOR A REASONABLE PRICE!
COME AND JOIN US!"
"Maybe this is a sign from the gods. I'll check the place out." Loddy thought
Arriving at the front of the cafe, Loddy notices a strange box out front. But pays the box no mind and proceeds inside the tavern. Loddy approaches the counter of the bar with confidence.
"Hello. Is the owner around? Cause the Great Loddy wants to speak with him." Loddy announces to the bartender
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Jun 17, 2016 3:57:01 GMT -8
The owner of the establishment strolls in from a back room, polishing a wine glass. He would speak to Loddy in his funny accent. "Yes, you play the lute, no?" Pondering for a moment, he looks at him. "What days are you available?" |
|
Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Loddy on Jun 17, 2016 7:21:12 GMT -8
Loddy hears the footsteps coming from what he assumes the owner's office. The owner asks about the lute in which Loddy replies with a stroke of confidence "Ah. Yes I do! Looking to spread my name and earn some coin." The owner looks pleased and reacts with another question. "Yes. I'm available nearly everyday. Just let me know when your in need of a fabulous musician."
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Jun 17, 2016 8:54:02 GMT -8
The Gauldish man would scratch his hair. "We need a performer all day, every day. We are not yet finished working off the money we used to buy this place, so we cannot pay you a lot. However we can provide you with a good breakfast, lunch and dinner. You will work during all hours we are open. When we are closed, you are free to do whatever it is you wish to do. When we are open but are only taking reservations, you are free to go when those with the reservations are not yet arrived, but be punctual for when they do. After each song I will thank you out loud and make sure people know who you are. Fair?" |
|
Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Loddy on Jun 17, 2016 13:57:20 GMT -8
Loddy rubs his chin with intrigue.
"Aye, see I either need a good amount of coin or you can throw in a place for me to stay. If you can provide either, then we have a deal mate." Loddy replies with an extending his hand for a handshake with a grin of excitement.
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Jun 17, 2016 14:28:07 GMT -8
The owner brightens up. "Yes, we have a room. It has it's own bathing room and lavatory, It also has a bed and leads to our cellars if you need to store anything in the cool." |
|
Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Loddy on Jun 18, 2016 8:02:05 GMT -8
"Excellent!" Loddy replies "Then we have a deal!" Shaking the gentleman's hand. "When shall I began?" He asks smiling.
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Jun 18, 2016 17:09:31 GMT -8
"Monsieur, frankly you start today, but it is Friday and our only reservation has already left. You are free to go for now." That would be all he says as he hands Loddy the keys. "Anything else?" |
|
Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Loddy on Jun 21, 2016 17:40:20 GMT -8
The suave mustached owner hands him a key. "O..I didn't expect to be given a key. Um...nope nothing else boss." Loddy replies. "So I'll be here just preparing my musical numbers and poems then. See you soon." Loddy walks out of the cafe looking for inspiration for his next artistic number.
|
|
Swift
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: ~ 12
Physical Description: A short lanky boy of only 5 ft tall.
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 22:08:19 GMT -8
|
Post by Swift on Nov 6, 2018 18:45:48 GMT -8
( Late at night, after the shop was locked up and most goers were either at the party or protest)
The cold night air tasted like fire--- a bonfire had been lit near the party. This taste only mimicked the fire roaring inside the young boy who crept down an abandoned alleyway near his target. " The Montcalmé Café". There would be all sorts of things for him inside... He'd been casing this place for a few days--- or rather what casing meant to a 12-year-old: he ogled the food, items, and guest from the front window as they shopped. This was going to be his biggest heist ever--- The lad was dressed normally, he'd learned people could spot who was up to no good pretty quickly if they wore all black and had a mask. A grey shirt stained brown from dirt and a dirty face did better for hiding anyways--- and kids always had dirt on their face so there wasn't much out of the norm for him--- save for the sack rolled up in his pocket that bulged outwards. The lad slid into the nook just before the cafe, carefully noting any details he could about the rear of the building in the faint nightlight whilst keeping an eye--- and ear--- out for trouble. |
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 7, 2018 15:11:43 GMT -8
Of the Montcalme Cafe there would be nothing particularly out of the ordianry. Upon the main window a sign hung stating "CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW PLEASE!" The street was quiet, even in this lower-middle class part of Isra where people just about stopped being "proleteriat" people were caught up in the ball either going to the protest or working at the ball itself, presumably being why the boy decided to pray on the site. In the rear the building showed little; an undecorated door and wall with just a small pile of unused bricks and stones to the side. A window was cracked upon to let out the day's steam in assistance to the pipes and chimneys of the building, but the crack was most likely too high for the boy to reach without aid. At the same time there was a window near the ground to the cellar of the building, but it apparently had bars.
|
|
Swift
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: ~ 12
Physical Description: A short lanky boy of only 5 ft tall.
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 22:08:19 GMT -8
|
Post by Swift on Nov 7, 2018 16:14:19 GMT -8
Spying an easy method of entering the young man gave a look to the alleyway to check if there was not a bit of timber or something he could use to get to the second story window.
Though his mind was busy at work, while he searched. If I ain't find nothing, then imma have to get in another way. The door came to mind, he'd seen folks leave the back doors open plenty, but something said this would likely not be the case.
He could smash the window to get in with one of the bricks, that'd make a stir though--- even in daylight people jumped when glass popped.
The bars maybe? With Isra being wet enough that steam built up in some houses there was likely a good chance for water damage to be done to either the stone or bars.
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 7, 2018 18:17:45 GMT -8
It would be great luck and perhaps absolute coincidence, but [having made good rolls,] as Swift approached the bottom window to the cellar he would find his way in. A pull on the bars would give a definite crunch that signified the mortar there being particularly weak and worn. It would take a heave or three, but one bar popped out, then another with a hole big enough to crawl through and to operate the bolt on the window.
Assuming he'd drop down he'd find himself in what was clearly a cellar. There were many barrels lined up of all sorts of drinks from whiskeys to wines to beers. Sweet smells would pass through, but it was the deceptive smell of alcohol which would not yet be palatable particularly to a young lad. There were boxes about with ingredients, mostly fruits but barley, starch, and other necessities present alongside the sources of flavour. There would also be some profit in the tools about the place... if he knew the right buyers anyway. There would be a lamp with matches the lad could light, which would finalize the creeping fear that getting back out the same window was not feasible without moving some of the heavy boxes about.
If and when Swift's plunder was done, he would have to proceed along the brewery to either the trap-door that lead to the empty sub-basement and then the next trap-door that would bring him to the sewer to make his getaway now, or he could go forth to ascend a ladder so that he may go to the Cafe proper.
|
|
Swift
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: ~ 12
Physical Description: A short lanky boy of only 5 ft tall.
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 22:08:19 GMT -8
|
Post by Swift on Nov 7, 2018 19:13:27 GMT -8
Giving a heave the lad pulled free the iron bars, tumbling back on his rump from the un-even effort of a novice.
" aye that 'll do." He muttered checking around once more before dipping his head into the window. The dust filling the dark air made it near impossible to see... " Blyme..."
The lad thought for a moment, tapping his hand with the iron rod... An escape route was key. He'd be able to get in there but what if the thing was locked and empty? He'd be hosed. The boy eyed the second rod he'd removed from the grate... Since he had not managed to budge the others with all his might they'd likely be sturdy. Stripping off his far too large shirt the lad spun the ends to make a sort of rope, knotting the second iron bar on one end.
Satisfied the knot was good and tight, he crawled to the hole, and lowered the rod down first, waiting to see exactly how far down this floor was... He was careful if he bumped or nudged anything he'd be careful to not knock anything over. He strained his hearing...Waiting for footsteps or the soft "clink" of the rod touching the floor.
He'd buy a rope and knife for next time... that'd make things easier...
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 8, 2018 17:25:28 GMT -8
Swift was clever to capitalize on his success and to make sure she couldn't play him wrong afterwards, Lady Luck had to give him that. As he progressed through the cellar he would not hear anything particularly indicative, the sounds of the brewing drinks drowning out most noise. If he sat long and strained his hearing he would just be able to make the sounds of the alley through the broken window, but not much beyond that.
Once he was sure of an "all-clear," Swift would naturally proceed to the first floor after taking things of worth in the first floor. The scene he would come upon was akin to what he would have seen while "casing." Coming from behind the counter of the cafe he would first and foremost notice. There were some coins here and there, but perhaps more importantly were the two boxes in which money was apparently held; one below the counter for Francois to keep for himself, and another above the counter for charity. Both were apparently on magical keys to open, but could easily be taken wholesale to be opened in a less strained environment. There were bottles and bits of uneaten food in small boxes here and there so as to avoid waste, some meals clearly quite appetizing. Of course if he wanted something a little more fresh there were juices and teas below the counter for the lad, sausages, cold cut meats, and other snacks for the boy. In addition, it appeared the curtains were put forth so he had little fear of being caught by a by-passer with good vision and could walk freely.
|
|
Swift
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: ~ 12
Physical Description: A short lanky boy of only 5 ft tall.
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 22:08:19 GMT -8
|
Post by Swift on Nov 8, 2018 20:56:59 GMT -8
The boy eyes widened for a moment. There was so much here... so much... It actually brought tears to his eyes.
Why did he have so much...? Why was he crying? Scrubbing the tears from his face he set about his work.
Don't be greedy.
That's what he had said, the man who caught him the first time. Thieves who were greedy were dead.
That turned out to be truer than he'd meant...
The coins were his first target, easy money no one would miss. The boy stared at the boxes... Charity. The boy huffed. He'd seen those " Charities", he'd never agreed to be used like that just for some bread.A warm bed-- not at the cost of sharing it with those monsters...
The boxes would be easy to steal... but as the boy's hand lingered overtop of the boxes he shook his head. No that'd be to easy to tell it was stolen. Instead, the boy started with the stock. Grabbing one or two bricks of tea from the rear--- a sausage from a hefty bunch. A few bottles of liquids he had no idea where but were interesting.
After his sack was full of non-perishables--- and his mouth a hefty slice of roast beef with mustard he'd found the boy went to leave the way he came...
He stopped at the stairs and took another look around. Was there anything he was missing? Was there another level he might be able to get just a little more from? Yeah, there was the second floor wasn't there? He quietly crept through the first floor, peering around corners on the off chance he wasn't alone.
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 9, 2018 16:41:44 GMT -8
Swift would find the foods he tried to be expertly made; zesty and with a texture sublime that makes one feel at home. As he crept about there would be nothing indicative of another heart present in the building. Creeping about, the mahogany floor stairs would be quite inviting for evne from the first floor Swift would be able to see that an office and bedroom of sorts were on the second floor.
However, thanks to excellent hearing [and continuous excellent rolls] as well as attentiveness, the lad would be able to just make out the sound of something falling on the floor in the basement, just the slightest fwush of something being cut and falling in the cellars. Now, perhaps every moment counted in the boy's getaway.
|
|
Swift
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: ~ 12
Physical Description: A short lanky boy of only 5 ft tall.
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 22:08:19 GMT -8
|
Post by Swift on Nov 11, 2018 19:03:46 GMT -8
The boys eyes widened... Someone saw his escape route! With his heart thundering in his ears the boy remained frozen--- The he began to move slowly...
He could still escape...
If the owner of the store was comming in, he'd enter from the back door-- and check the boxes first. They had money in them and would be on his mind foremost.
Moving up the stairs the young theif's mind keep turning. He had a few moments, enough to get a headstart--- that is he didn't get injured.
Comming to the open window the lad peered outside from the corner as to not be seen--- Should it prove no one was waiting for him the lad would open the window and jump down. Sprinting down the alleyway being his intention.
|
|
Francois Nicolet Montcalm
Established
Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 43
Physical Description: In regards to build he is as average as one may be. Marginally less than 6 feet tall, working man's muscles, well bred if not handsome features, as well as a black mustache and thin yet very dark black hair coupled with hazel eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He will wear sensible and semi-formal clothing no matter the occasion, and a cap when outdoors. He has basic experience fighting dirty and making weapons out of every day things; pitchforks, scythes, even baguettes dried rock hard for use as a club, one of which he will always carry.
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 6:24:29 GMT -8
|
Post by Francois Nicolet Montcalm on Nov 12, 2018 8:54:54 GMT -8
The young lad would be able to run upstairs quite quickly and evading the arrival. As he reached the second floor Swift could go either to the bedroom or the office to reach the windows; freedom was just a jump away!
Click.
Or perhaps not.
Each window the boy checked would be apparently locked from both sides, the chilly nights and no steam seemed to mean that the office and bedroom remained closed quite properly. The windows here were for all intents and purposes, dead ends.
At the same time for better or worse Swift would be able to hear the front door's lock turn, before the door slowly creaked open.
thuck... thuck... thuck...
The sound of strong boots slowly but meaningfully stepping forth one, after the other, after another.
|
|
