When you wake up sitting in a lawn chair with a bunch of keys in your lap, surrounded by unfamiliar scenery it's not exactly the most comforting of situations to be in. This was the predicament Elliot Nightray, the youngest son of Duke Nightray found himself in and things, from Elliot's perspective, were Not Okay. After all, moments ago he'd been winding down from finding out the stupid brat he'd saved had been a Vessalius all along and that Gilbert his stupid loser of an older brother had not only abandoned the Nightray house, but had become a servant to the Vessalius brat. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. It made him angrier beyond belief.
Needless to say, anything in his direct line of sight suffered for it until he'd calmed down.
And he had been calming down! At least, he'd been in the middle of attempting to until he'd woken up here on some weird lawn, sitting in a crappy chair. (Who designed such a thing, anyway? It clearly wasn't good for your back!) The chair didn't last long standing upright - it soon found itself on its side when Elliot pushed it away, eying the keys in hand utterly confused before marching up to the door. The note with his name attached to the barrier was ripped off in lieu of the boy knocking angrily on the door. What kind of joke was this? Was this some stupid dream? Had Leo thrown something at his head and he was unconscious right now?
What the hell was the meaning of all this?!
Knocks soon turned into kicks until Elliot was nearly throwing himself at the door. It took a particularly hard throw of his body against the door and a shout of rage to remember the keys he'd forgotten about in his fury.
Able to see something other than red for a moment, he tried one of the keys in the lock.
It fit.
Click.
Oh.
Well that was embarrassing.
Flushed from embarrassment and fury, Elliot pushed open the door and stomped inside. This was ridiculous. This was unbelievable. Hopefully he really was just unconscious. If that was the case he'd just yell at Leo for it later.
OTHER Housing Request?: 1469 please! Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes! Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure! I don't mind.
ACCEPTED Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1469 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
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Elliot Nightray || Pandora Hearts || Not Reserved [3/3]
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When you wake up sitting in a lawn chair with a bunch of keys in your lap, surrounded by unfamiliar scenery it's not exactly the most comforting of situations to be in. This was the predicament Elliot Nightray, the youngest son of Duke Nightray found himself in and things, from Elliot's perspective, were Not Okay. After all, moments ago he'd been winding down from finding out the stupid brat he'd saved had been a Vessalius all along and that Gilbert his stupid loser of an older brother had not only abandoned the Nightray house, but had become a servant to the Vessalius brat. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. It made him angrier beyond belief.
Needless to say, anything in his direct line of sight suffered for it until he'd calmed down.
And he had been calming down! At least, he'd been in the middle of attempting to until he'd woken up here on some weird lawn, sitting in a crappy chair. (Who designed such a thing, anyway? It clearly wasn't good for your back!) The chair didn't last long standing upright - it soon found itself on its side when Elliot pushed it away, eying the keys in hand utterly confused before marching up to the door. The note with his name attached to the barrier was ripped off in lieu of the boy knocking angrily on the door. What kind of joke was this? Was this some stupid dream? Had Leo thrown something at his head and he was unconscious right now?
What the hell was the meaning of all this?!
Knocks soon turned into kicks until Elliot was nearly throwing himself at the door. It took a particularly hard throw of his body against the door and a shout of rage to remember the keys he'd forgotten about in his fury.
Able to see something other than red for a moment, he tried one of the keys in the lock.
It fit.
Click.
Oh.
Well that was embarrassing.
Flushed from embarrassment and fury, Elliot pushed open the door and stomped inside. This was ridiculous. This was unbelievable. Hopefully he really was just unconscious. If that was the case he'd just yell at Leo for it later.
OTHER
Housing Request?: 1469 please!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure! I don't mind.
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1469 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!