Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11163511-20151220091157

Battle Of The Jerks (Private RP with Nyx) It was a usual weekend for Bane, the only time when he's legally allowed to coup up in the old lodge in the middle of nowhere where his predecessors once lived, the only time he could really feel alive with the freedom to be himself, without worries. Since the cottage was so deep within the forest, it's not really recommended he reveals its location to anyone. But why would Bane tell them if he'd rather be in the absolute isolation of this sanctuary? It's not all great for business if the actual shop cannot be seen but he felt he was doing alright just dragging around his vending trailer and running that website of his. Hence, he wouldn't be expecting anyone to get here. But that's about to change... Setting: Johnny's Music Box Emporium. Consisting of the following floors The ground floor: The actual emporium filled with music boxes of all types (loaded with traps for security) sits on the right while the workshop (where everything's made) sits on the left, with an extension out from the house to where furnace is for working metal. It has computers, tuning devices as well as a variety of woodwork and metalwork tools. There's also an electronic organ. The 1st floor: The kitchen to the left has a stove, some steeping tanks, shelves with jars of dried herbs on them, each labelled, a small coffee table covered with a fancy floral sheet and often has a porcelain tea set on it. That room always smells like an apothecary. The living room is situated on the right and is directly connected to the kitchen. It has a folding sofa with footrests and a Telly. The 2nd floor:The master bedroom. Pretty much is like any typical teenage boy's room now, but instead of posters of pop stars on the wall are hand-drawn and hand-written litographs (pictures composed of words) and blue-prints and concept art for music boxes. A small table with a laptop sits in the corner. The loft: A hall of fame containing the final works of each Johnny there ever was in glass boxes, as well as blueprints for some of their masterpieces that have not been confiscated. This also is the storage room. A carillon sits here, controlled by a studded barrel and a waterwheel on the outside, chiming the tune of The Banks Of The Roses. _________________________________________________________ Bane sat by the bed window of his room, being bored of life as usual, treating himself to a little bit of fiddling as he watched the clouds drift by. 