Her requested room at Eternal House carried the similar theme present throughout all the public spaces within the residence of gold, vibrant reds and varying shades of blues and yellows, and although most Leaders tend to have some kind of an office " or a space where they could go through the usual paperworks of the day that involved their specific House and their activities within comfortable seclusion....Renna on the other hand, opted against such flamboyancy. She preferred a more drastic, truer form of solitary confinement where she could be truly alone.
She requested " no, demanded that she would be treated as a guest of the House, and not as some figurehead or full fledged member who deserved to be pampered and offered the best of the rooms available throughout the entirety of House. Instead, she decided to stay within one of the basement rooms available for those members who preferred to live underground, and made with absolute certainty that the room itself was minimalistic almost upon a militarist degree.
A bed. A bed side cabinet, and a stool to sit on, and that was it. Although bare, the room itself carried over the Eternal House theme; even if Renna somewhat disliked the d"cor, but who was she to complain" Her own tastes in decoration was less than to be desired. There was only so much black a room could take before it got ridiculous. Despite her disagreement with the decoration, she did admire the craftsmanship of the embossed gold ceiling, oak bordered and warm red coloured wall panels, and the mosaic tiled floor depicting a mythical battle between a Hydra fighting off some pixellated figures she assumed to be ancient, brave " often soon to be dead " warriors.
With worldly possessions minor in number; just some clothes and shoes that barely took up a suitcase, she eventually found its hiding place underneath her bed, stuffing it out of sight and out of mind until she needed to change. She was quite happy to wear her simplistic attire of a yellow sun dress, similarly coloured high heels and her straw hat. A matching of clothing which, if you consider the current blizzard going on outside, is VERY much out of season.
With her room set up and ready to go, she turned, and departed. She felt a need to familiarize herself with Eternal House's layout. To see what they had facility-wise, and to see what potentially, they could need in the future. For now, at least, its a sightseeing tour without the responsibility. And wander she did, for nearly two whole hours. Eventually, she passed through the same corridor upon the upper levels, twice already.
Her mind, had long wandered beyond the corridors her heel falls had tread, and beyond this mortal coil of understanding. Renna was still in a state of shock and confusion as to the decision of making her, a House Leader.
She remembered when she first arrived. The security was a little tight, and although she could see the smiles of other members, she damn well knew they were waiting for this ticking time bomb, to erupt. But she never did. Her fuse never went off, and she never did once lift a finger in an attempt to usurp control from Miranda " or the now dead Morgan Doyle; a man she barely met, for her own gain.
For some reason....She was accepted here. They eventually opened up to her. They allowed her to eventually roam freely about the grounds " and now" Now she was a Leader of a House. This, made no sense to her. They knew what she was, and what she was capable of, and yet....Yet here she is, staring out a window in one of the upper hallways she " technically was in charge of, staring down across the Bristle Crios grounds she " technically " must fight to protect and love.
Never had she been in this situation, where responsibility for peace and order, was squarely upon her shoulders. Lost to these thoughts of doubt, she found her lips curling into a smile, as she pressed a claw to one side of the window frame and leant against it until her forehead touched the cool surface of the glass.
The voice that had spoken from the left gauntlet, whispered in its tinny and rather hazy metallic imitation of her own voice. "....Is this, right?"
She requested " no, demanded that she would be treated as a guest of the House, and not as some figurehead or full fledged member who deserved to be pampered and offered the best of the rooms available throughout the entirety of House. Instead, she decided to stay within one of the basement rooms available for those members who preferred to live underground, and made with absolute certainty that the room itself was minimalistic almost upon a militarist degree.
A bed. A bed side cabinet, and a stool to sit on, and that was it. Although bare, the room itself carried over the Eternal House theme; even if Renna somewhat disliked the d"cor, but who was she to complain" Her own tastes in decoration was less than to be desired. There was only so much black a room could take before it got ridiculous. Despite her disagreement with the decoration, she did admire the craftsmanship of the embossed gold ceiling, oak bordered and warm red coloured wall panels, and the mosaic tiled floor depicting a mythical battle between a Hydra fighting off some pixellated figures she assumed to be ancient, brave " often soon to be dead " warriors.
With worldly possessions minor in number; just some clothes and shoes that barely took up a suitcase, she eventually found its hiding place underneath her bed, stuffing it out of sight and out of mind until she needed to change. She was quite happy to wear her simplistic attire of a yellow sun dress, similarly coloured high heels and her straw hat. A matching of clothing which, if you consider the current blizzard going on outside, is VERY much out of season.
With her room set up and ready to go, she turned, and departed. She felt a need to familiarize herself with Eternal House's layout. To see what they had facility-wise, and to see what potentially, they could need in the future. For now, at least, its a sightseeing tour without the responsibility. And wander she did, for nearly two whole hours. Eventually, she passed through the same corridor upon the upper levels, twice already.
Her mind, had long wandered beyond the corridors her heel falls had tread, and beyond this mortal coil of understanding. Renna was still in a state of shock and confusion as to the decision of making her, a House Leader.
She remembered when she first arrived. The security was a little tight, and although she could see the smiles of other members, she damn well knew they were waiting for this ticking time bomb, to erupt. But she never did. Her fuse never went off, and she never did once lift a finger in an attempt to usurp control from Miranda " or the now dead Morgan Doyle; a man she barely met, for her own gain.
For some reason....She was accepted here. They eventually opened up to her. They allowed her to eventually roam freely about the grounds " and now" Now she was a Leader of a House. This, made no sense to her. They knew what she was, and what she was capable of, and yet....Yet here she is, staring out a window in one of the upper hallways she " technically was in charge of, staring down across the Bristle Crios grounds she " technically " must fight to protect and love.
Never had she been in this situation, where responsibility for peace and order, was squarely upon her shoulders. Lost to these thoughts of doubt, she found her lips curling into a smile, as she pressed a claw to one side of the window frame and leant against it until her forehead touched the cool surface of the glass.
The voice that had spoken from the left gauntlet, whispered in its tinny and rather hazy metallic imitation of her own voice. "....Is this, right?"