Post by Fallen Snow on Apr 8, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -4
Dawn crawls up the sky, it's smoky pink tendrils tearing rifts in the gray morning. You've been walking all night, and now all you want is a nice, warm bed and a good meal. As you trudge up another hill, you notice a large white house coming out of the side of it.
You rub at your eyes; could you be imangining things? You haven't had much sleep.
No, wait- it was real.
The large white manor was built into the side of the hill, only a few yards from where you were standing. It's roof was even with the top of the hill. You see there's a vacancy sign banging against the porch in the stiff wind that's been up since midnight.
You dash towards the house, forgetting your weariness.
A lazy swirl of smoke drifts out the chimney stack, bringing with it the smell of meat stew. Yum. Your feet pound against the ground harder, and you finally reach the front door. You knock hesitantly, unsure now if you want to mess with this person.
What if they're crazy?
A bunch of loonybins could live here for all you know.
You're about to walk away when the door opens.
"Well, don't you look... dirty. You need a hot bath, I can see that. Well, get in here! You'll catch pneumonia if you continue to gawk at me like some slack-jawed moron. Come on, now!"
You're a bit surprised by her appearance, as it's not exactly 'normal'- her hair is silver with streaks of white and light blue, and her eyes are the brightest blue you've ever seen. You're sure that if you were in complete darkness, they would glow. Her skin is crazy pale, but not pale enough that you would consider her a vampire- no, she's not some weird shimmery vampire, for your information. Even though she has pretty much gray hair, she doesn't look old- maybe about her early twenties, if you are good at guessing ages. She wears a wrinkled black sweatshirt and dirty jeans, along with an apron. She holds a large, worn wooden bowl in one arm, stirring in it a just as worn wooden spoon with the other. The meat stew, steaming, slops about inside.
"I was just about to feed the kids. You're welcome to any of the rooms upstairs, except for the last one down the left hall. That's where the kids like to keep their pups. My room's downstairs, along with the kitchen, dining room and living room. We've also just acquired cable! We only get four channels, but it's nice to have some form of weather communication, eh?" She laughs at the comment. You smile nervously and run upstairs. Four channels?! This lady must live in the stone age!
You wonder what her kids could look like.
As you make your way to the top of the stairs, you hear a shout from down below. "Oh, that timer in the bathroom is for the hot water! Seven minutes worth every three days! Every time we run out, you'll have to take quick baths or douses with water I heat up from the fire. Or you could just take cold showers!" you let out a quiet groan. A nice, long, hot shower would have been better for you, but it looked like you wouldn't have much of that. "Set it for five to make sure you have time to rinse!"
You rub at your eyes; could you be imangining things? You haven't had much sleep.
No, wait- it was real.
The large white manor was built into the side of the hill, only a few yards from where you were standing. It's roof was even with the top of the hill. You see there's a vacancy sign banging against the porch in the stiff wind that's been up since midnight.
You dash towards the house, forgetting your weariness.
A lazy swirl of smoke drifts out the chimney stack, bringing with it the smell of meat stew. Yum. Your feet pound against the ground harder, and you finally reach the front door. You knock hesitantly, unsure now if you want to mess with this person.
What if they're crazy?
A bunch of loonybins could live here for all you know.
You're about to walk away when the door opens.
"Well, don't you look... dirty. You need a hot bath, I can see that. Well, get in here! You'll catch pneumonia if you continue to gawk at me like some slack-jawed moron. Come on, now!"
You're a bit surprised by her appearance, as it's not exactly 'normal'- her hair is silver with streaks of white and light blue, and her eyes are the brightest blue you've ever seen. You're sure that if you were in complete darkness, they would glow. Her skin is crazy pale, but not pale enough that you would consider her a vampire- no, she's not some weird shimmery vampire, for your information. Even though she has pretty much gray hair, she doesn't look old- maybe about her early twenties, if you are good at guessing ages. She wears a wrinkled black sweatshirt and dirty jeans, along with an apron. She holds a large, worn wooden bowl in one arm, stirring in it a just as worn wooden spoon with the other. The meat stew, steaming, slops about inside.
"I was just about to feed the kids. You're welcome to any of the rooms upstairs, except for the last one down the left hall. That's where the kids like to keep their pups. My room's downstairs, along with the kitchen, dining room and living room. We've also just acquired cable! We only get four channels, but it's nice to have some form of weather communication, eh?" She laughs at the comment. You smile nervously and run upstairs. Four channels?! This lady must live in the stone age!
You wonder what her kids could look like.
As you make your way to the top of the stairs, you hear a shout from down below. "Oh, that timer in the bathroom is for the hot water! Seven minutes worth every three days! Every time we run out, you'll have to take quick baths or douses with water I heat up from the fire. Or you could just take cold showers!" you let out a quiet groan. A nice, long, hot shower would have been better for you, but it looked like you wouldn't have much of that. "Set it for five to make sure you have time to rinse!"
