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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 2:43 pm
Drew had been shown to his room. It wasn't much. There wasn't even a mattress on the bed. He had expecting it to be pretty bare, but this was ridiculous. He gave the bed frame a light kick, finding the clang of metal somewhat satisfying. Then he turned to the small chest of drawers that was against the wall. Luckily, all the things he owned in the world would fit in there, and he had all his said belongings in a black trash bag.
The bed springs gave a slight creak as Drew swung the bag up onto the bed. He pulled out a few sets of clothes and set them into the drawer. Next to them he placed a razer, a toothbrush, and toothpaste. Then he began rummaging around in one of the pockets, from which he pulled some large shards of glass. He picked the one he liked best and put it in a pocket of the pants he was currently wearing. Last he crumpled up the back and shoved that in there too before sliding it shut. Everything else he owned or needed was staying right on him where it belonged. His cigs, his lighter, and well....maybe a few things of an illegal nature.
Now it was time for Drew to explore his new home. He had to know what kind of people were in this hell hole with him. Assess his new...clients if you will. He gave a small smirk as he thought that. Plus there was the matter of finding allies, and figuring out his foes too. He opened the door and peer out into the dreary hallway before shutting the door behind him and picking a direction to walk in.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 2:56 pm
All in all, he liked this place better than the last one. At least after he'd subtly enhanced all the darkness in the corners, giving what had once been simple shadows the illusion of something far more dire, the sort of blackness that could reach tendrils out and suck you in. Which was...silly of course, Durion mused, as it would take something far more substantial to move the human body if it did not will it. Unless of course you were just stupid. Better to push them in over their heads and then keep them lost. To keep them, the darkness was good for that. However, this place was far too bright. Even the flickering bulb up above his head was an enemy.
Snorting softly, the dark-haired male crept his way out of his room, supposing now was as grand a time as any to begin exploring, decide which of the inmates were friends, foes, or fodder. Mostly the last two, as unless they had something he wanted, he'd no intent to befriend them. Long ago he'd proven that he was better off alone, and that people only brought that certain brand of misery that even monsters were not capable of. To be trapped in the blackness with the monsters, now that was much preferable. The grasping claws of humanity, now there was an opponent to be a'feared of. Laughing softly to himself, he tossed ebon hair from his eyes, shimmering crimson orbs illuminating the darkness that simply seemed to cling to him, tinting pale skin with dusky shadows.
Ah yeah. Big bad boogeyman he was. Nah. Who was he kidding? He looked more like some skinny emo b*****d fresh from the alternative music scene. Oh god but those days had been forever and long ago...and he'd preferred something a touch heavier...back then. More drums, more screaming, the beautiful cacophany that coalesced into something that made a twisted sort of sense. Hey. Wait. Was that someone? Jolted from his mental excursion into the more distant past, he noted someone poking their way around just as he was. With a bit of a grin, he noted the fellow seemed imposing, like he'd been around the block a few times and possibly didn't want to be interrupted.
Jolly good. And thus he started to tip-tap his way closer. Durion was going to go say hello! Paddering up at an angle (for some reason people didn't take so well to barrages from the rear), he waved one long-fingered hand, "'ello!" The greeting was rather cheery, During seemingly constantly good-natured, a peculiar trait for someone in his position. Hey well, what good did outward angst do him anyway?
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