RE: Evermore
09-21-2018, 04:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-21-2018, 04:44 AM by Dustbite.)
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You start rummaging through your drawers to get a better look at what you've got here. There's a drawer full of shorts, another full of your blue hoodies and the top one is jammed shut. You think you put too much junk in that drawer. The drawer near the door is just decoration so there's nothing there for you to get. Oh! Your bedside drawer seems to have some stuff in it though.
You bag a pen and pocket sodoku for your night of debauchery for now.
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You feel the need to contemplate your bedroom. Your room is apart of this 'rich' apartment complex in the middle of the woods. It's almost like a sky-scraper if it didn't have to inhabit people inside. That made it significantly smaller. There's a neighbour above and below you. You've met neither of them though. There's some really odd art on the walls and odd looking ornaments. You only own these so you fit in with the 'rich aesthetic' the complex has to go on. Your pillows were stitched to your bed by your niece when she last came over and wanted to try sowing. With every bedsheet and pillowcase you own. It's sad.
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Suddenly you get an idea to possibly meet one of your neighbours.
You start violently stomping on the floor, thumping your arms against the bed and making a ruckus. Surely the people downstairs must become concerned about your well-being and pop on up to come and see you. To be fair, you do need to let them in. So it's not like they'll find a dead body or some-
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Oh? What's this book doing here?
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You start rummaging through your drawers to get a better look at what you've got here. There's a drawer full of shorts, another full of your blue hoodies and the top one is jammed shut. You think you put too much junk in that drawer. The drawer near the door is just decoration so there's nothing there for you to get. Oh! Your bedside drawer seems to have some stuff in it though.
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You bag a pen and pocket sodoku for your night of debauchery for now.
You feel the need to contemplate your bedroom. Your room is apart of this 'rich' apartment complex in the middle of the woods. It's almost like a sky-scraper if it didn't have to inhabit people inside. That made it significantly smaller. There's a neighbour above and below you. You've met neither of them though. There's some really odd art on the walls and odd looking ornaments. You only own these so you fit in with the 'rich aesthetic' the complex has to go on. Your pillows were stitched to your bed by your niece when she last came over and wanted to try sowing. With every bedsheet and pillowcase you own. It's sad.
Suddenly you get an idea to possibly meet one of your neighbours.
You start violently stomping on the floor, thumping your arms against the bed and making a ruckus. Surely the people downstairs must become concerned about your well-being and pop on up to come and see you. To be fair, you do need to let them in. So it's not like they'll find a dead body or some-
Oh? What's this book doing here?
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