Yet Another Victorian Chat!

Lucia: I glance from him to thwe woman. "Is she someone you know?" I asked. "Maybe she'd know the mans whereabouts...?" I uggested.

(Anyway A servant girl can come in?)

Leonard: "Huh?" I ask, shaking out of my stupor. Damn it, looks like I'll have to wait this one out. "Yea... Maybe. Excuse me," I call. The girl jumps and turns aroud. "Y-Yes?"

(Maybe she could be doing something outside and I could have Isadora run into her? Unless she wants to be at the graveyard.)

Gregory's eyes widened a bit more than usual. "Ah! The Inn, why didn't you say so? You could get yourself in trouble, sneaking around like that, uninvited." He studied them, and his expression darkened slightly. "But don't think I won't keep an eye out."

Aoi: Crazy old man, I think. Nonetheless, I feel myself start to shudder. "Um, thank you sir," I say with a polite bow. "If you would only point us in the right direction, we'll be on our way."

Gregory studied them a moment more, and then pointed a dirt-smudged finger in the direction on the inn. Or was it in the opposite direction? Ah, well. They started to leave, but he laid a hand on the lad to one child's shoulder to stop them. "I am not crazy," he said slowly. He held them there for a moment, and then let them go.

Aoi: My eyes widen as he let's go of Jei. How did he know what I was thinking? We watch him for a moment before Jei gently tugs in my arm. "C'mon then," he sighs. "I'd like to get some sleep before the night's over."

Gregory watched them go, muttering something to himself, and then started whispering that same tune: "A dead man's hat, a lady's shoe, lace and bones at rest for you..."

(Should I have Isadora or someone bump into one of your charries? I was gonna have her escape anyway.)

Alright Ella and Antony are open. Or Gregory, but he's already had his turn.

Who, mine? If so, then yes. It would be greatly appreciated.)

Oh, hers or mine? Maybe we could all three bump into each other.

(You can pick whomever. I still gotta figure out what to do with Lucien. >.<)

Isadora: I pull my threadbare hat down over my ears for maybe the hundreth time that day. I'd paid a street kid everything I'd had on me for these clothes, but it did nothing to help the paranoia. Shadows dance across the wall and I jump only to find that they were only rats rummaging through the garbage. No, if anything dressing like a boy only worsened the fear. When I turn around, I accidently bump into someone. I fall to the ground easily having always been week and my bright blonde hair falls limply from the hat. I close my eyes and brace myself for the worst.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Ella picked herself off the ground, dusted her tattered clothes off and looked at the guy that she'd...wait a minute. Girl. "Um..." she stifled a chuckle. "Lose a bet?"

(Maybe Delia can be the server at whatever party she's at...?)

Isadora: I look up at the gurl after a few moments and let out a sigh. Only a girl. "I-I'm sorry," I say softly as I grab my hat from the ground. "I, erm... Yes, I lost a bet."

(Sure.)

(Party? Hey, and then Antony could talk to her.)

On another note, I'm having the hardest time getting all of these characters straight. Could we make a quick list to refer back to? For example, my characters are:

Antony: 16-year-old noble
Ella: 13-year-old streetrat
Gregory: crazy olf grave digger

(Oops, I forgot that I was going to make Ella shy. Oh, well. Maybe that'll get worked in later if it doesn't work out now)

Ella cocked her head. "Or is there some other story behind it?" She smiled a little. "Sneaking in to some place, aren't you?"

Delia: I smoothed out my short hair and walked into the room, looking for anyone with an empty wine glass. I saw a blonde girl, young, smoking a cigar. My eyes lingered a little to long and I looked down. "Wine, lady?" I asked.

(Sure Jacky, in a moment.)
(Wait, Lucien has black hair.)

Lucien: I look up at the girl and slowly let out a puff of smoke. "It ain't that cheap stuff, is it?" I ask. "No offense to my lovely hosts, but they're the cheapest people on the block."

Xander- 18 y/o, grave robber- former noble
Delia- 16, maid/ server
Lucia- 18, prostitue
Capria (I have a thing for "ia" names)- 17, circus preformer, street lurker

Delia: I smirked, thinking. "I do believe they have several expensive bottles in the attic," I mused. It was an offer.

(Shizz, I just realized I accidently changed Isadora's name. It was originally Gertrude. OH WELL!)

Isadora, formerly known as Gertrude: 16 year old Nobel who escaped from an asylum.

Aoi and Jei: Both seventeen, Aoi is the girl while Jei is the boy, basically drug dealers.

Leonarad: Seventeen year old asylum doctor apprentice/ murderer.

Lucien: Superstitious eighteen year old noble.

Isadora: I gulp and shake my head. "Oh, no, no, no!" In fact I'm doing the exact opposite, I think. "My brother an I only thought it'd be fun to switch clothes."

Ella blinked. "And...are you having fun?" She had a feeling that the girl was lying to her.

Lucien: I smirk and raise an eyebrow. "The attic, huh? Then why am I still down here?" I toss take the cigar from my mouth and put it out on one of their outside furniture. "Lead the way, dear."

Isadora: I blush and think about how to answer. "Well... Not too much, I suppose. But I was just going to meet him now, so if you will excuse me..."