Amuné just looked confused. "Pardon?" she asked, trying not to show her surprise at the unusual appearance of Zeela's eye. Jareth wasn't so composed; a half-stifled noise of startlement escaped him, though he tried to act cool about it. What had happened to her eye? It'd be rude to ask, though, so he wouldn't, unless she volunteered information.

“Gonna have to get that under control. Can’t have you or anyone else breaking down for any reason” Jack said finding her bag pulling it off the luggage carousel. She looked around once more as the others retrieved their bags. A soft sigh passed her lips, guess they did lose someone on the way. Though her heart still hoped he’d show up, that he didn’t abandon them. “To the manor. It’ll be safer to talk there anyway. Just gotta find a car” Jack nodded walking out of the sliding doors to where cars waited for loved ones, business partners, any type of person walking out of an airport. Scanning down the line eventually finding the car that had arrived to take them back.

Deep within the country side, amongst acres of land flanked with trees sat a large stone masoned manor, very castle like in appearance itself. Much of the long car ride Jack’s focus was out the window, her forehead rested easily against the window, watching the city pass by, turning into cuter town homes, rolling land speckled with flowers, and the occasional cow pasture.

Her attention perked a bit as they came to the gates. Long, tall, black rod iron fence stretched the length surrounding the front of the entry way as ornate gates opened when approached by the car. Just beyond the manor the land started to rise, unseen paths hidden by trees twisted and turned up the hill side. At the top sat a rather ornate and distinguished castle, the root to this whole questionable trip. “Well, let’s go make ourselves comfortable” Jack smirked getting out of the car as it was turned off. The driver had told them he’d get their bags, just to go in out of the chilly air.

The inside of the manor managed to seem warm and inviting, contrast to much of the exterior. Fires cracked and popped in large decorated fireplaces in common rooms, smaller ones were set ablaze in the guests rooms, to warm them upon their arrival.

Zeela had retracted after Jack reminded her to keep control. She finger-combed her hair back over her face as she blushed and looked back down at her feet. She had a feeling It was going to become a default position for her. If only Jack hadn't invited so many. She wished Victor or Eric were there. nnOn the drive to the location Zeela sat by the window keeping all her senses sharp. She had to be able to pick up any trace of corruption she could. The landscape, however, was distractingly beautiful. The mansion itself, ominous. nnZeela walked through the cold air, pretending it effected her and followed the group leader inside. Turning as she passed Jareth and his sister so they couldn't get a look at her eye. nnThe interior of the structure was elegant, but not in the awe-inspiring kind of way. It was too elegant. Too untouched. And when she saw the warm fire that was waiting for them something in her wanted to leave. A tiny voice was telling her to turn around and walk out. Which was exactly why she didn't. This was what she had been keeping an eye out for since the plane had landed. She went to Jack's side, and took her arm. n "I gotta say, you picked a creepy place to vacation, babe." She said to her friend, hoping she wasn't mad about the way Zeela had acted at the airport.

(( Just so's ya know, Jareth and Amuné are not related.))

The tall woman frowned at the building, despite its welcoming appearance. She wasn't getting any hint of danger here, which was odd considering what Jack had said. However, it was Jareth that spoke up. "Man, something's not right here," he said, shifting nervously. It wasn't much, but he had a keen sense for danger, though sometimes his personal thoughts got in the way. "It's...I don't know, too welcoming. Or maybe that's just me?" He was second guessing himself, but the place just didn't sit right with him.

I apologize for being mia these past couple days, work got busy. I'll have a post soon...

[me too. Just switched back to day shift. Bleh.]n

((I'm working as well, get up at 5:30 am now. And I'm wiped by the time my shift is done, and exhausted on my days off.))

Jack grinned over her shoulder at her friends hesitation. “This place is the least of your worries” She smiled “It’s not the one in question. This place is safe. Did anyone not notice the large forest that seemed to grow rather dark for the time of day as it rose up the hill?” She asked stopping just in front of the small group, looking for a brief moment at each individual making contact. Her attention was turned and focused more on Zeela as she took her arm. “Sorry it’s not exactly the most relaxing vacation, I had ulterior motives with coming here.” She admitted in almost a whisper at the end. There was a mix of curiosity laced with a bit of fear that danced behind the girls eyes as she starred at the other. She just wanted to know the truth. Did that castle really have a creature inside of it? Was it really going to have the ability to tell her or anyone the truth for what they actually desire. “I just need to know” She admitted still in an unintended whisper. Carefully she got out of the other woman’s hold glancing back at the other two. “Go find rooms” She managed a smile, “Make yourselves comfortable then we’ll meet back in the livingroom, and find a spot to talk more.” She nodded a bit distracted now as she turned away from her friends and headed upstairs to look for an open and ready room.

Zeela mentally shrugged off the eeriness of the mansion, and found her way out and up the stairs to the second floor. There were many rooms, all with different color schemes and designs. She was looking for something calming, something warm. What she settlered on was a cozy room that had an old world feel to it, and no windows. It was on the inward side of the hallway. There was a queen sized bed, a walk-in closet, and even a vanity. Unfortunately there was no personal bathroom. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to share a shower." She said to herself, exasperated by the idea. n She set down her things, took off her shoes and, in her sock feet, went out to explore the halls. She hoped that she might run into Jareth. She wanted to see how he was without that girl around. Was Jack also playing matchmaker? That wonderful, devious girl.

Amuné passed Zeela as the woman commented about the bathroom. "Don't worry, I don't make a mess. You'll hardly know I use it," she assured her. With that, she returned to the room she'd claimed, one with blue wallpaper, to look out the window and think for a while, since she lived out of her suitcase while on trips. She figured she had a few minutes, at least, before she needed to rejoin the others.

Jareth had taken a room with a yellow and brown scheme at the other end of the hall, but he had been sitting too long to want to stay put, and after getting settled in, he too decided to roam the halls. Zeela did run into him -- almost literally, as only a quick step to the side prevented him from colliding with her as he rounded a corner at a brisk pace. "Oops, sorry," he said sheepishly. "Hey, so you're from Germany? What's it like where you live?" He was curious to know more about the country he'd come to.

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(( If you're not replying to her, which you're probably not, it should be okay to post again? I dunno, I've not been in many rps that were strict about posting order.))

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Zeela angled herself so that her right side was bladed away from Jareth. She was still unsure how good a look he had gotten at her before. As for his, question, she was confused at first. She couldn't remember how she had given the boy an impression of being from Germany, and wasn't sure if she wanted to dodge the question or play along. She didn't have a German accent. Hers was an indiscriminate accent, to the human ear anyway. "I'm... Not actually from Germany." She said, "I.. I've always been kind of a traveler." She looked out the window at the sky and wondered if her brothers and sisters were trapsing around on earth. She almost forgot Jareth all together. After a moment, she looked at the floor. Her shyness was kicking in. "I'm sorry about earlier.." She said to him. She wasn't sure how things worked on earth, and had assumed her rudeness was still noticed.

Jareth blinked. "Oh, I didn't realize. That's pretty cool, though. This is my first time outside the US. I've not done hardly any travelling." He gave her a reassuring smile. "And honestly, I haven't got a clue why you're apologizing. Whatever you did, I didn't notice, or at least I didn't think it was a big deal. Anyway, how did you meet Jack?"

Zeela set her confusion aside to answer the guy's question, "You could say I met her through work." She replied, trying to be as vague as possible without causing suspicion. "It was a long time ago, and we kept in touch. One day I get a message from her saying she needs my expertise and here I am." n Her shyness toward Jareth was wearing off. She was beginning to get comfortable. She laughed to herself, thinking how funny it was that she was terrified of a human boy, yet she had slept in the lap of a devil before. She didn't mean to let her laugh escape softly past her lips, but it did, and she covered her mouth immediately. It was to no avail, as she realized how silly her shyness and fear had been she began to giggle behind her hand. She worried that Jareth would think she was rude, but she had a feeling he was a little more accepting than she was used to. nn@shylarah nn

"Expertise?" That intrigued Jareth. He didn't mind the giggling, though he wasn't sure what had amused Zeela so. "What do you do, then? I'm along as a sort of lucky charm." He blushed a bit. Saying it out loud, it seemed silly. "I have excellent luck, though nobody's sure just why. It's just consistently pretty good." He shrugged, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Zeela hesitated. She wasn't sure if revealing her skill set was wise. But at the same time, if her skills were needed, they would need to know what she was capable of. She searched for words but non came to mind. "I... I'm here in case there's something in that castle." She said, feeling an ominous vibe fall upon the words. "You could think of me as a weapon." n    There was a moment of silence that hung between them. Then Zeela's stomach growled. She gripped it, embarrassed, and looked at Jareth with hope that he wasn't grossed out. 

((i'm so sorry guys, , my days have been screwy. I'll try and get back to where I was))

Loosing track of most time, Jack had been staring out the window up at the house. The draw was so bad she almost left and started up the hill herself. Shaking herself out of the almost trance she remembered there were others possibly waiting the living room for her. Quickly making her way out of the room like she was only in there for five minutes, she ventured down the halls, eventually running into the pair talking. “Oh hey, there you are. Anyone hungry?” She smiled still acting like nothing was weird. “I’m hungry, I’m gonna go find the kitchen” Jack smiled going on walking between the two trying to find the kitchen. A room where great smells were coming from. The kitchen staff was already at work making the newly arrived group a hearty german meal so far consisting of German potato salad, and Wienerschnitzel.

(( It's fine, don't worry about it. Work's been draining me too. ^.^))

"A weapon?" Jareth seemed more curious than put off. But he had no time to ask further, for Zeela's stomach growled, followed by the appearance of both Jack and Amuné. "Food sounds good," the young man commented, trailing after Jack. The younger woman nodded agreement, though she was looking at Zeela out of the corner of her eye. She knew that Jack trusted her, but there was something strange about her, and it bothered Amuné. Whatever it was, she would wager it was connected to the unusual markings around her eye.