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It was a nice day it seemed, the sun was bright and happy, the clouds were just the perfect color and shape. The birds outside sung their beautiful song as they hopped from branch to branch, completely at ease with the world.
That is, until a dart shot from one of the windows of the mansion with deadly accuracy and killed it instantly, it's song dying in it's throat as it fell to the lush green grass below.
Inside the mansion, Birdie Vara, known to be extremely grouchy if woken up unexpectedly, reloaded the dart gun and set it beside the windowsill, ready for any other bird who decided to make such a dreadful cacophony again. She stretched her arms and poked her head out, seeing the bright sun, and promptly shut the window and drew the curtains, immersing her room in darkness. Just how she liked it.
Birdie breezed across the floor and swung open her wardrobe, donning her usual outfit of blue and yellow. Her hair had already been put up from before, so she closed the wardrobe and exited her room, sliding the ebony door shut behind her. She shuffled down the hall, her footsteps echoing loudly, and entered the living room. Still half asleep, Birdie collapsed onto a nearby sofa and felt around underneath until she uncovered a pair of worn out blue sneakers. Putting them on, she glanced at the clock and frowned at the time displayed.
She sat for a while, not really doing anything, a bored and slightly pissed look on her face. The usual expression.
"Same thing, day, after day, after day." She muttered. It had been a while since the last Bount who had stayed in her mansion with her had left, leaving her all alone in such a huge place. But Birdie didn't mine, it was her destiny to be a loner because she was a Bount, and she wasn't exactly a people person anyway. But nonetheless, it was a bit nice having at least a little company to keep yourself occupied.
Deciding that she was tired of the lavish mansion, she stood up, made sure that the string was still tied around her pinky, and walked through the mahogany doors. Maybe it was time for a little stroll around town to see what had changed during the past 4 years that Birdie had stayed shut up in her house.

[Exit]

The sun climbed even higher as Birdie returned from her short stroll around the neighborhood. She had succeeded in terrifying young children, vandalising and school building, and surreptitiously making an old couple fall over. The day was going great so far. She even got a quick meal in when she found a dead man lying in an alley not too far away.
She walked casually around the perimeter of her mansion to get to the main gate, running her hand across the wrought iron bars, cool to her touch. She hadn't really been expecting company, so she was mildly surprised when she saw a mysterious stranger standing outside of her home. Of course none of that surprise even flickered across her face, she had mastered keeping her expressions in check. It made her harder to read.
"Yo, buddy, you know this is private property, right." She said in an annoyed tone, walking up behind him. As soon as she spotted the released doll, her right hand flew to her left pinky, prepared to untie the little piece of string should anything unpleasant occur.
"Is there something you need?"
Her eyes narrowed threateningly, showing the guy that she didn't exactly appreciate people just walking onto her property, even if they were Bounts. Despite the fact that she did make her mansion a safeplace for Bounts, didn't mean she wanted them just coming up without warning and making themselves at home.
Unless, of course, this guy was here for a different reason.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. I-think-if-I-threaten-people-I'll-get-what-I-want. How very nice to meet you too,"
She said sarcastically. Her stance lowered and she withdrew her hand from the string tied around her pinky. Oh yeah, she knew who Voldo Vercci was, and if this guy was affiliated with him, she knew it wouldn't do any good to hurt him.
"And if I don't want to come? You know, I have things I have to do today, people to scare, souls to eat. Are you sure you can't tell me the reason?"
Birdie sighed and pushed past the man, opening the unlocked door of her mansion (She had lost the key a while ago).
"But whatever, I'll come if he tells me to. Let me just grab my bag and we can be on our merry way."
She lifted the tiny backpack full of mysterious objects from it's spot near the door before closing it once again.
"Lead the way."

"Looks like someone doesn't have an obedient doll..." Birdie couldn't help but mutter under her breath as 'Brahaman' remained motionless and quiet. She crossed her arms, placed her traditional scowl on her face and followed behind James Noel.
As she passed through the iron gates, she closed it behind her and locked it with a special sort of lock that could only open at her touch. Then she continued on her way towards whatever Vercci needed from her.

[Exit]