On Campus Residence of One:
Professor Osil Fionn
~Wipe your damn feet!~
Professor Osil Fionn
~Wipe your damn feet!~
-The Management
The plaque on the door leaves little mystery to who resides here. Should you decide against your better judgment to proceed, good luck.
The room is decked out in varying shades of red and gold. The tapestries of ancient hieroglyphs and illustrated script help to hide the cold stone walls and warm up the atmosphere of the apartment like dorm.
To the immediate front is a small sitting area, with an old haggard looking oak desk situated to the left, and two more plush chairs set in front of that. Farther in and to the right, is the small kitchen like area, adjacent to the inner bedroom and hearth.
Embedded into the back most wall are two windows made of yellow tinged glass placed on each side of an ominous looking fire place. Long drooping black and burgundy curtains frame them, matching the bedding strewn messily across the large king bed to the left of the fire-place. As for the few other furniture pieces, most lay hidden under scrolls other artifacts. All with littering symbols dancing across their surface.
Stuck in the right hand wall, is a plain looking door. A poster of some spastic band preforming with gusto is tacked on to it, leads to the water closet. Wear a large footed bath and shower are curtained by some cheesy curtain full of tropical fish. The mats match the color scheme of the other room. Though the green counter of the sink does clash terribly.
Though it's cluttered, the dorm is clean and possesses no offensive odors. Save maybe old parchment and wood chips. With no noticeable piles of dirty laundry or dishes in the small sink. The air is rife with magic thanks to his collection of trinkets.
So come in. Take a load off and stay awhile.
