Post by Onira on Jul 6, 2006 0:45:33 GMT -5
Footsteps slowly approached the area. Small and unnoticeable. Two words to describe the place. Somewhere that you wouldn't even remember being to. It was too plain. Too ordinary. It was, well, unimportant. To most anyway. To three, it was home. Two of them already knew the place. Knew it's comforts. What it was like. However, one stranger knew nothing about his new household. Judging from the bland, outside green walls and the two-dimensional looking brown roof, he developed a pretty good idea.
The door slowly opened and the young man got his first look. he was pleasently surprised by the colors. The whole house, well, atleast the living room, was out of this world. Everything seemed to make illogical twists and turned, as if the whole house had been rapidly heated, shaken, then cooled. He liked it.
The footsteps continued inward to the kitchen, which was the exact opposite to the previous living arrangements. It was all very official in the kitchen. It seemed to reflect a very hard personality. Something very formal, as if it's only purpose was for business. Very unexpected.
The feet continued to move, now towards the bathroom. This seemed to carry no theme at all. The two side-the kitchen and the living room-clashed in a struggle for dominance. The soap was very colorful, almost like a rainbow, yet it sat on a very plain-looking metal box. The toilet paper in the room seemed industrial, whereas the tube it hung on bent in every direction possible.
"Odd."
That was a word for it.
Shoes continued yet again towards the last remaining room he cared for. His room. The door opened and the young man let out a low sigh. He was relieved. His room seemed... under construction. The only piece of furniture was the bed, that looked fairly regular. Wooden frame and a double-mattress, with regular white pillows, sheets, and blanket.
He walked closer, only getting one step before he fell to his knees.
"Shit!"
The two residents came rushing in to the room, the male lifting him up and placing him into the wheelchair the female wheeled in. He had forgotten. Fogotten that his back was still injured pretty badly. Forgotten that the wheelchair was a hell-of-a-lot safer.
"Thank you."
The two gave a quiet nod to the young man and looked at each other, soon finding their wa qith backs to him and walking out. The female turned around to speak.
"Enjoy your new home Onira."
Onira nodded and watched the two walk out. His head snapped up and his voice roared through the hallway.
"Wait!"
They rushed in, their eyes wide and nervous sweat already running down their faces. Onira just gave a grin.
"I don't know your names."
One could easily see the slight annoyance seeping through the cracks of their relieved exterior. But the tension soon blew away and the two replied.
"My name's John, and she's Sera. Anything else?"
Onira looked through his mind for a second, trying to figure out where he placed the name. He remembered it somewhere, punched into a shiny piece of metal. How odd, he thought. Not many things seemed to be placed from his past easily the last few days, but that name, John, it seemed familiar in a way.
"Nope I'm good."
The two gave a nod and left Onira to his room. His new home.
The door slowly opened and the young man got his first look. he was pleasently surprised by the colors. The whole house, well, atleast the living room, was out of this world. Everything seemed to make illogical twists and turned, as if the whole house had been rapidly heated, shaken, then cooled. He liked it.
The footsteps continued inward to the kitchen, which was the exact opposite to the previous living arrangements. It was all very official in the kitchen. It seemed to reflect a very hard personality. Something very formal, as if it's only purpose was for business. Very unexpected.
The feet continued to move, now towards the bathroom. This seemed to carry no theme at all. The two side-the kitchen and the living room-clashed in a struggle for dominance. The soap was very colorful, almost like a rainbow, yet it sat on a very plain-looking metal box. The toilet paper in the room seemed industrial, whereas the tube it hung on bent in every direction possible.
"Odd."
That was a word for it.
Shoes continued yet again towards the last remaining room he cared for. His room. The door opened and the young man let out a low sigh. He was relieved. His room seemed... under construction. The only piece of furniture was the bed, that looked fairly regular. Wooden frame and a double-mattress, with regular white pillows, sheets, and blanket.
He walked closer, only getting one step before he fell to his knees.
"Shit!"
The two residents came rushing in to the room, the male lifting him up and placing him into the wheelchair the female wheeled in. He had forgotten. Fogotten that his back was still injured pretty badly. Forgotten that the wheelchair was a hell-of-a-lot safer.
"Thank you."
The two gave a quiet nod to the young man and looked at each other, soon finding their wa qith backs to him and walking out. The female turned around to speak.
"Enjoy your new home Onira."
Onira nodded and watched the two walk out. His head snapped up and his voice roared through the hallway.
"Wait!"
They rushed in, their eyes wide and nervous sweat already running down their faces. Onira just gave a grin.
"I don't know your names."
One could easily see the slight annoyance seeping through the cracks of their relieved exterior. But the tension soon blew away and the two replied.
"My name's John, and she's Sera. Anything else?"
Onira looked through his mind for a second, trying to figure out where he placed the name. He remembered it somewhere, punched into a shiny piece of metal. How odd, he thought. Not many things seemed to be placed from his past easily the last few days, but that name, John, it seemed familiar in a way.
"Nope I'm good."
The two gave a nod and left Onira to his room. His new home.