Demons_hearts1234
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
He watched idly as the taxi cab drove away. At his side was two large suitcases, a massive duffel that he swore had to weigh around 100lbs while the other one was a large rolling one. He hefted the duffel bag onto the top of the other suit case and, with a grunt managed to do it. He hauled his luggage up the front steps of the house before fumbling into one of his coat pockets to find a key. With a soft sigh of relief he found it and opened the door which swung wide into the large, old, dusty home. It was clearly deserted and he almost expected to find something dead or dying it seemed to have something repulsive about it. Hopefully though once his furniture and such were shipped up it would seem more open. He knew though he wouldn't be filling up all the rooms. Maybe he should rent some of them out, he thought.
The tall male liked the thought of it. But that should be settled later. He stood around 6'3" with a well muscled figure, large muscles and buff, but no too much. He wore a plain muscle shirt with a simple thin coat like jacket over it. His jeans clung to his hips and loosened down his legs and were frayed around his boots. One of his large calloused hands stroked his thick brown locks while sweet green and hazel eyes looked around.
Looking back at the driveway he smiled. The place was certainly in shape, more or less, there was plenty of room in the drive way though for multiple residence. It was out in the country with a big yard and woods in the back. Surely people had looked at this place with envious eyes. It just needed a bit of dusting and then some.
The last owner of this home had been his long lost grandparents from Shaun's mother's side. He had only met them once as a baby and had no memory of them. They died some time ago, maybe left the house even before their death. But in their will they had promised it to him. He found a letter on a front table in the foyer, the late victorian table easily appealed to him. It made him think of a hotel and the words profit launched into his head but he shoved it aside and pocketed the letter, planning to leave it for later.
He hauled his things up a large staircase, now to find his room.
The tall male liked the thought of it. But that should be settled later. He stood around 6'3" with a well muscled figure, large muscles and buff, but no too much. He wore a plain muscle shirt with a simple thin coat like jacket over it. His jeans clung to his hips and loosened down his legs and were frayed around his boots. One of his large calloused hands stroked his thick brown locks while sweet green and hazel eyes looked around.
Looking back at the driveway he smiled. The place was certainly in shape, more or less, there was plenty of room in the drive way though for multiple residence. It was out in the country with a big yard and woods in the back. Surely people had looked at this place with envious eyes. It just needed a bit of dusting and then some.
The last owner of this home had been his long lost grandparents from Shaun's mother's side. He had only met them once as a baby and had no memory of them. They died some time ago, maybe left the house even before their death. But in their will they had promised it to him. He found a letter on a front table in the foyer, the late victorian table easily appealed to him. It made him think of a hotel and the words profit launched into his head but he shoved it aside and pocketed the letter, planning to leave it for later.
He hauled his things up a large staircase, now to find his room.