Role Play Here

Corvina: She went into a small office to do some paperwork on her father's sweets company. She sighed, and read a small stack of papers.

Ciel: He looked out of a window of the manor. The snow was definitely going to be a problem for him. It piled thick on the ground, and it didn't look like it was going to melt anytime soon. 

Claire:Running errands. She ran back and forth to different stores and houses with inviations and return papers.

Corvina: She flipped through the small stack of papers, reading them over.

Ciel: He continued to watch the snow fall, climbing aboard the train of thought. 

Claire:Almost slips she runs up to Corvina's manor and stops to catch her breath. She flattens out her dress and gently knocks.

Ciel: Hearing the door knock, he quickly answered it. He was slightly surprised to see Claire there, but of course, he didn't show it. "Do you need my mistress?" he asked quietly, shivering lightly as the cold air crept up to him. 

Claire:Oh...No but would you mind handing this card to madame Corvina? She lightly handed him the card. I must get going though now. Seasons greetings. And with that she rushed off.

Ciel: "Of course," he replied. "Season's greetings to you too." He quietly closed the door after her, and walked towards his mistress's office. He gently knocked on the door. "Mistress, there's a card from Madame Cassidy."

Corvina: "Come in," she replied. She waited for Ciel to walk to her, then she swiftly took the card. She looked at it, and smiled. Cassidy was so nice. 

Cassidy:Oh good you are back Clairisa. I have you an errand to run.
Claire:What do you need madame?...
Cassidy:Clay has run out of ingredients for a cake. Would you mind to get some?
Claire:Yes madame. She walked back outside.

Corvina: She looked back at Ciel. "Well, you can leave now..." 

Ciel: He nodded. "Yes, Mistress." He left the room, and quietly closed the door after him. 

Claire:She grabbed what she needed and walked back.
Clay:No, no, no! Claire this is the wrong kind of sugar! And we do not use the cheap kind of flour! No, no, no!

Corvina: "Oh, Ciel, wait!" she called for her butler. 

Ciel: He walked back into the room. "Yes, Mistress?" he replied quietly. 

Corvina: "You forgot to get the stamps and season's greetings cards. Go get them, promptly." 

Ciel: He nodded, and walked out into the cold. He shivered, and ran to the post office, making footprints in the soft snow. 

Claire:So I need to go back and get the right kind?...
Clay:Now you are catching on! Go! Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Claire:Ran out into the snow.

Ciel: He was able to get the stamps quickly, since the line was shorter, and began to walk back towards Corvina's manor. As he walked, he was quickly pulled into an alley by some men wearing hoodies with the hood up, so their faces were hidden.

Man: "Hey, you're Corvina Myrrth's butler," the man grinned mischievously, "so you must know where her money is. Why don't you give us a few bucks?" 

Ciel: "Never in my life," the butler breathed, feeling uncomfortable as the two men pressed him against the brick wall. His eyes widened as the men pulled out knives, and struggled in his hold. He finally got away from them, but one of the men got to slash at his chest, making a deep cut. He clutched at the wound, stuffing the stamps and greeting cards somewhat neatly in a pocket, and pushed the two men at the wall, causing them to hit their heads and black out. He began to quickly run to the manor, clutching his wound, which was bleeding terribly. 

Claire:Looked at the red snow. Snow wasn't supposed to be red. This much she knew. She followed the path slowly but soon broke out into a sprint.

Ciel: He soon slowed down his running, and winced, removing his hand from the sticky red spot on his chest. The wound was almost literally gushing out blood. He had to get back to the manor and give his mistress the stamps and greeting cards, but there was no way he could do it in this condition. Corvina would be worried about him, and tell him to rest instead of serving her. He couldn't let that happen.

Claire:Wait! Just give me the stuff. I will deliver it. Stay here...If you carry on you could die...

Ciel: "I'm... I'm fine," he gasped with pain, and collapsed onto his knees, clutching his chest. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he whispered to himself, as if to encourage himself. He then spoke louder, so Claire could hear him. "I can do this on my own... I don't want my mistress to know. She'd be worried." 

Claire:She should!....I am going to get help. Stay. Please. She watched him with a quick glance and ran off through the snow soon returning with Haruka and Clay.

Ciel: He watched Claire leave him, then return with Haruka and Clay. He forced himself to stand up, still clutching his chest, grimacing. "Honestly, I'm fine," he managed to speak.

Haruka:Don't seem fine to me...
Clay:You are to pale.