View from Within [Lucia/Nolan] May 6, 2014 13:21:08 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on May 6, 2014 13:21:08 GMT -5
Huy was a gorgeous sight to see in the sunlight. The old stone that held up most of the buildings seemed to regain a bit of life, and the wide streets gleamed from recent rain. The early morning rush was still ongoing, workers hurrying forth with coffee in one hand and their bags or coats in another. Cars crept along at an easy pace, and the forest surrounding the little city shone an impossible shade of green. But Huy was not so much a destination as a stop on their way, a marker.
Across a road bridge and into the woods was where their path would take them. Old gravel would be their guide, somewhat overgrown with new sprouts of bright green breaking through from the ground. It was darker in the forest, damper, the air retaining the moisture from the rain and cooling the area. Sunlight filtered down from above, casting shadows with jagged and feathered edges through the tree leaves. The way wasn’t even all that far removed from the world, car horns and the rush of traffic still audible. But ti was accompanied by early morning songbirds, the rustle of the wind through the boughs that towered over them. Oddly peaceful, considered what was waiting for them.
The gravel grew more dense and the forest let up a bit to allow room for the castle. In truth, it hardly looked deserving of the name. Red brick broken up by white on the fringe of its structure and outline, box-like in shape, and sporting only one small tower. It resembled an old church more than a castle. The window on the first floor appeared to be mostly covered up, boarded from the inside with plywood bleach white from the sun. One window in particular was broken, just to the left of the main doors, curtains flitting about visibly on the inside. The second floor looked darker somehow, the remaining windows dusty and clouded, and broken ones appearing threatening with the jagged bits of glass still wobbling in their frames.
Even with the abandoned castle turned hotel looming solemnly in the area, the grounds appeared immaculate. Hedges were trimmed, flowerbeds in full bloom, and decorative trees looking better than ever. But then that was to be expected, after all the groundskeeper took his job very seriously. A crooked looking little man hobbled along the gravel path, appearing fully awake despite the hour. He was clad in simple brown work pants and a battered looking button down shirt, suspenders reaching up and over his shoulders. White hair was cut close to his slowly balding head, and two blue eyes looked out at the world from a severely wrinkled face. Even so, he didn’t look unkind. A Doberman that looked to be near the same old age as the keeper kept pace with him, pointed ears up and alert and looking around. She knew something was watching, she just didn’t know from where.
The groundskeeper, old Alfred, normally shoved his wheelbarrow full of gardening tools and fixing kits along with him, but not today. Something else was happening today, and he couldn’t wait for it to be over and done with. Why they would send more kids in after what had killed several and driven many others insane was beyond him. But so long as they were capable, who was he to judge? He wanted this over and done with. He was tired of hearing more silly kids breaking glass for the sake of ghost hunting only to hear them screaming later and then complete silence. He was tired of seeing most never come back out, and especially worn down by seeing the ones that did return appear exhausted and shaking like newborn deer, babbling on and on that the halls had gone on forever and tricked them with false doors.
Reaching the start of where the gravel opened up from the forest path, Alfred paused and waited for the students to show up. The Doberman paused by his side, standing stock still until her eats turned to flatten against her head. She turned back staring up at the Bambi, low growls rumbling in her throat. Alfred turned to follow his companion’s gaze and saw white light creep back from one of the filthy windows. A rasping chuckle left the groundskeeper as he patted the dog on the head, turning his attention back out to the woods. <<There, there,>> he said calmly even with such a gruff old voice, <<it won’t get us out here. Damn thing’s too cowardly to leave that place or we’d be dead already, right Ellie?>>
The Doberman in question whined and kept her eyes on the castle. Alfred trusted her to keep watch. He had others he was keeping an eye out for.