Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Arlington Mansion was the pride and joy of the Arlington family, it had seen use by no less then 10 of it's generations, and there were no plans for it to stop anytime soon. It was a large building, almost the size of an average size supermarket, with two floors, complete with a pool behind it, and a whole hectare of space for it's front garden. There was always someone there, even if the Arlington's were not present. Dozens of maids, gardeners, along with a few chef's, were always present, making sure the mansion was ready for use at any time. They all lived in one section of the building, small but comfortable rooms, and they were payed properly, the Arlington's were a little bit more caring of their staff then most rich folk, but only by that one factor. Most of the Arlington's were stuck up snobs, all complete with high-paying careers and hundreds of people at their call, except for one.
George Arlington stepped out of the car as the maid held the door open, he had recently been given time off by his farther from work, and intended to return home to relax. He walked through the mansion, the occasional maid bowing as he walked past. After a few minutes he reached his old room, opening the door he stepped inside. The room was plain, compared to the other bedrooms, with only a few pictures hanging from the walls, and the bed did not have a roof, something which George was always confused about. Though the room was easily twice as big as an average bedroom, it felt warm and homely, something with George welcomed. He walked over to the window, waiting for the maid to bring up his luggage, he'd offered to do it himself, but the maids could be a little overzealous with their duty sometimes.
George was a handsome 26 year old, standing at 5'8' with a well build form from years of doing jogs and other activities. His hair was chocolate brown, which had been cut and styled to suit someone of his status, but George regularly just combed it a little before forgetting about it. He had dull blue eyes, with slight hints of hazel, and required the help of glasses when he needed to read. His skin was slightly tanned, with a few freckles dotting his skin and face. He was also dressed in a typical black suit, which he was forced to wear normally, when he was at home he usually donned a pair of jeans along with a blue shirt, he couldn't stand all the effort of getting dressed, preferring plain, or as his Mother put it: ugly, clothes which he could do himself, without calling on the maids again.
George Arlington stepped out of the car as the maid held the door open, he had recently been given time off by his farther from work, and intended to return home to relax. He walked through the mansion, the occasional maid bowing as he walked past. After a few minutes he reached his old room, opening the door he stepped inside. The room was plain, compared to the other bedrooms, with only a few pictures hanging from the walls, and the bed did not have a roof, something which George was always confused about. Though the room was easily twice as big as an average bedroom, it felt warm and homely, something with George welcomed. He walked over to the window, waiting for the maid to bring up his luggage, he'd offered to do it himself, but the maids could be a little overzealous with their duty sometimes.
George was a handsome 26 year old, standing at 5'8' with a well build form from years of doing jogs and other activities. His hair was chocolate brown, which had been cut and styled to suit someone of his status, but George regularly just combed it a little before forgetting about it. He had dull blue eyes, with slight hints of hazel, and required the help of glasses when he needed to read. His skin was slightly tanned, with a few freckles dotting his skin and face. He was also dressed in a typical black suit, which he was forced to wear normally, when he was at home he usually donned a pair of jeans along with a blue shirt, he couldn't stand all the effort of getting dressed, preferring plain, or as his Mother put it: ugly, clothes which he could do himself, without calling on the maids again.