Flooferton
Mousey Boi
[Interest/Characters - Join Here]
Each and every one of the participants in Sami's little program were given a set of their own clothes, their confiscated belongings-- within reason-- and something from their home, before they were unceremoniously shoved in the back of a police car and driven off to a place far out in the country. The gates towered, so far above their heads, that it seemed even the tallest giraffe wouldn't be able to stick their neck over the top, and the smooth white walls around the property only dipped lower by a foot or two. The white arch which contained the curled metal bars that separated the villa's cobblestone entryway and fountain plaza from the rest of the wilderness had been carefully decorated by golden wing patterns, adding some gilding to the convicts' new cage.
On the other side of the walls, clean-cut lawns and trimmed hedges surrounded the curved pathways to and from the main manor's front door, an elegantly-carved dark wood double-door surrounded by pristine white walls and with a cozy little green-cushioned bench on either side. Yellow shingles sat on a pointed roof, and in the distance, one would have been able to notice similar-looking, smaller buildings out in the distance, far behind the main manor and off to the right-hand side. An especially observant animal could notice a sitting area or two in front of those far-off buildings, much like the one in front of the main building itself. Red curtains covered each and every window, obscuring the eye's access to the interior and focusing one's perception on their exterior surroundings.
On the edge of the fountain sat a familiar black sheep, all dressed in gold, save the brown vest and bright red ascot. As the gates closed behind the very first member of the experiment and the guard escort dispersed, a single black cat in a maid's uniform took his place as he stood. His cane was as natural a part of him as anything else, while he sauntered forward as if he owned the world and everything in it. Then, he stopped, one hand on top of the other as his glossy, red cane hit the ground between his feet. "Good morning," he greeted the first of the bunch. "Did the guards give you any trouble?"
Each and every one of the participants in Sami's little program were given a set of their own clothes, their confiscated belongings-- within reason-- and something from their home, before they were unceremoniously shoved in the back of a police car and driven off to a place far out in the country. The gates towered, so far above their heads, that it seemed even the tallest giraffe wouldn't be able to stick their neck over the top, and the smooth white walls around the property only dipped lower by a foot or two. The white arch which contained the curled metal bars that separated the villa's cobblestone entryway and fountain plaza from the rest of the wilderness had been carefully decorated by golden wing patterns, adding some gilding to the convicts' new cage.
On the other side of the walls, clean-cut lawns and trimmed hedges surrounded the curved pathways to and from the main manor's front door, an elegantly-carved dark wood double-door surrounded by pristine white walls and with a cozy little green-cushioned bench on either side. Yellow shingles sat on a pointed roof, and in the distance, one would have been able to notice similar-looking, smaller buildings out in the distance, far behind the main manor and off to the right-hand side. An especially observant animal could notice a sitting area or two in front of those far-off buildings, much like the one in front of the main building itself. Red curtains covered each and every window, obscuring the eye's access to the interior and focusing one's perception on their exterior surroundings.
On the edge of the fountain sat a familiar black sheep, all dressed in gold, save the brown vest and bright red ascot. As the gates closed behind the very first member of the experiment and the guard escort dispersed, a single black cat in a maid's uniform took his place as he stood. His cane was as natural a part of him as anything else, while he sauntered forward as if he owned the world and everything in it. Then, he stopped, one hand on top of the other as his glossy, red cane hit the ground between his feet. "Good morning," he greeted the first of the bunch. "Did the guards give you any trouble?"