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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 10:09 am
This room belongs to Len Claremont Badges:  Class: 2
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 5:18 pm
When Len opened the door, he caught himself staring. Having lived in a rundown house, he hadn't seen a room quite...modern. It seemed so comfortable, so warm... His eyes drooped low once more, having been reminded just how tired he actually was. This place was suppose to feel better than home- but as he dragged a dufflebag full of clothes with him, he found that it certainly didn't feel that way. Everything was very unfamiliar- to even call this place home was like calling a government 'perfect'.
This was the place he was going to live for a long while. Reality seemed to step in as he plopped onto his bed- he knew he shouldn't feel this way, for he finally, finally, escaped. He was suppose to have been relieved, happy that he had gotten to a place that he could learn to control his powers so that he can assure anyone that he was no harm. Yet... Something seemed to be gnawing him to the bone, almost as though he had left a peice of something out.
That feeling was lifted as his eyes drooped down into the darkness, the wind's breeze slowing as though a storm had stopped and would resume once more.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 6:49 pm
'...Sleeping probably wasn't the first thing I should have done.'
This (or something similiar) was the very first thought after he found himself awake on the floor. The bed had been ruffled, for he had been tossing and turning over time. He lay still, trying to recall where he was, and then why. Certainly not his best day, but then, he was grateful he hadn't had that looming dread of the outside world. He pushed himself up, and patted off the dust he caught that formed over the period of time it was empty- a sudden need to go out for some fresh air was what brought him to the door soon after. He opened it slightly to pop his head out and look around- a bad habit. He caught himself, and shook his head.
'No!' he scolded himself, ' There isn't a point in doing that anymore!'
' But..' there was always a but. ' What if the people here are like them?' He blinked. Despite everything he told himself, he could never get rid of doubt, which had proven to be just as powerful as certainty.
He closed the door and looked around before departing- 'just in case.'
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