Post by Derek Crowne on Jul 30, 2015 5:58:43 GMT
●● CROWNE ● ESTATE ●●
P R E S E N T D A Y
Sitting in a black limousine on an unpaved section of the driveway, Derek Crowne could only shake his head in total disgust at what had become of his once proud estate. Having been empty for close to 60 years with very little upkeep to it's name, it was the first time in his life that Derek actually saw what his family came from and he was not impressed. Having the door be opened for him by his driver, Derek stepped out and sighed very loud and dramatically, the driver instantly wiped away a trace of sweat from his forehead from the heat of a 92 degree summer day. The humidity from a pending thunderstorm on the horizon made things worst, but Derek needed to be in Gotham, it was terribly imperative.
|DRIVER|: This is what we're in town for, sir?
|DEREK|: Apparently so. I saw pictures, this place was proud once.
|DRIVER|: Proud in what sense? Proud to be a pending Haunted House location on the East Coast? Geez.. There's nothing creepy like this in Civic City..
|DEREK|: To be fair; there's nothing creepy like this.. except probably in Romania.
|DRIVER|: Good point, sir.
Derek had felt strange returning to Gotham, especially with the horror stories he had overheard from his parents and even grandparents. There was a huge falling out with the Cobblepot family back nearly round the same time that the Crownes left Gotham and they never recovered from the strain. The family had made money, but nothing like what they had lost during the move due to having to close operations down. Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of keys, one was huge master key and the other was smaller, more compact. Jingling the keys in the direction of the driver, Derek shrugged his shoulders.
|DEREK|: Let's see how bad the condition of the interior is... I'm saying it's gonna cost me a lot more than I thought...
|DRIVER|: It's not too late to head back to Civic City...
|DEREK|: No Pierce, this is where we've gotta be... Gotham's future is in my hands, we need to put things into motion.
Pierce didn't look thrilled with Derek's decision but this is the job he got paid to do. Lifting his hand, Pierce hit the silent alarm and locked the limo's doors, all as both he and Derek continued forward, stepping over a few broken branches and dried brushes in the process, a brown colored weed rubbed against the leg of his expensive pair of designer slacks but it didn't bother him all too much. Continuing to step forward, they made their way up the stairs and after a few creaked movements - Derek slipped the key into the rusted door-knob and tried to turn it, but it didn't budge. Putting more pressure behind the attempt, the lock still refused to open all as Pierce reached his right arm out and shoved the door open, the rotted nature of the wood almost split in half as Crowne yanked the key out of the door and slipped it back to his pocket. Both men stood in place and let their eyes wander... Derek's voice echoed through the damage...
|DEREK|: Not bad...
|PIERCE|: ... not good neither.
T●B●C
P R E S E N T D A Y
Sitting in a black limousine on an unpaved section of the driveway, Derek Crowne could only shake his head in total disgust at what had become of his once proud estate. Having been empty for close to 60 years with very little upkeep to it's name, it was the first time in his life that Derek actually saw what his family came from and he was not impressed. Having the door be opened for him by his driver, Derek stepped out and sighed very loud and dramatically, the driver instantly wiped away a trace of sweat from his forehead from the heat of a 92 degree summer day. The humidity from a pending thunderstorm on the horizon made things worst, but Derek needed to be in Gotham, it was terribly imperative.
|DRIVER|: This is what we're in town for, sir?
|DEREK|: Apparently so. I saw pictures, this place was proud once.
|DRIVER|: Proud in what sense? Proud to be a pending Haunted House location on the East Coast? Geez.. There's nothing creepy like this in Civic City..
|DEREK|: To be fair; there's nothing creepy like this.. except probably in Romania.
|DRIVER|: Good point, sir.
Derek had felt strange returning to Gotham, especially with the horror stories he had overheard from his parents and even grandparents. There was a huge falling out with the Cobblepot family back nearly round the same time that the Crownes left Gotham and they never recovered from the strain. The family had made money, but nothing like what they had lost during the move due to having to close operations down. Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of keys, one was huge master key and the other was smaller, more compact. Jingling the keys in the direction of the driver, Derek shrugged his shoulders.
|DEREK|: Let's see how bad the condition of the interior is... I'm saying it's gonna cost me a lot more than I thought...
|DRIVER|: It's not too late to head back to Civic City...
|DEREK|: No Pierce, this is where we've gotta be... Gotham's future is in my hands, we need to put things into motion.
Pierce didn't look thrilled with Derek's decision but this is the job he got paid to do. Lifting his hand, Pierce hit the silent alarm and locked the limo's doors, all as both he and Derek continued forward, stepping over a few broken branches and dried brushes in the process, a brown colored weed rubbed against the leg of his expensive pair of designer slacks but it didn't bother him all too much. Continuing to step forward, they made their way up the stairs and after a few creaked movements - Derek slipped the key into the rusted door-knob and tried to turn it, but it didn't budge. Putting more pressure behind the attempt, the lock still refused to open all as Pierce reached his right arm out and shoved the door open, the rotted nature of the wood almost split in half as Crowne yanked the key out of the door and slipped it back to his pocket. Both men stood in place and let their eyes wander... Derek's voice echoed through the damage...
|DEREK|: Not bad...
|PIERCE|: ... not good neither.
T●B●C