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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:42 pm
This is a very unusual room. The walls and floor are tiled in deep blue. One half of it has been turned into a gigantic aquarium-like tank, the wall of the tank about four and a half feet high. There is a ledge inside the tank that someone could rest on, yet still remain underwater, and a set of steps leads up to the edge on both sides, so that the tank could easily be entered or exited. The other half of the room contains a high single bed and a desk, both antique and elaborately carved, placed on a huge, deep red Oriental rug. The window in this room overlooks the fountain in the courtyard. The House requests that only Sulus and his parent enter this room.[Image/map coming soon] 
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 10:58 am
((Reserved. . . . For things.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 10:59 am
((And more reservations-- friends, profiles, stuff. . ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 11:00 am
((And one more for good measure!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 11:06 am
((And one more . . . . just in case!))
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 9:57 pm
The Colour of Blood
Sulus stared out at the empty room, treading water near the surface of his habitat. . . .
It wasn't TRULY empty, not really. The girl, Jen, was pleasant enough company. She had a maternal instinct and never was far off. Sometimes she'd slip out to peer at noises that echoed through the halls. . . But she'd always return.
She wouldn't leave him alone.
She wouldn't abandon him to the confines of this tank and his nightmares. . . right?
The boy turned his aquamarine eyes torwards the door. What was out there? Were there others like the brown-haired girl who slept upon the bed? Or were there different people, different sorts. . .
Oh, he wanted to know! Maybe there were even others just like him - -
No.
The boy reached up to rub at his eyes. No, there weren't any others like him. . . not anymore. Not since. . Not since.
He felt his mood slip from pensive lonliness to the tight grip of panic and fear. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to think of then . . . that vast, vast ocean so full of life and yet so completely null and lonely.
The ache and fear caused him to jerk away from the edge and slip deeper within the confines of the water. The water could comfort and hurt all at once; to feel its currents pull at his hair and tail, to feel the temperature changes within the rise and fall of heat and cold. Even the sound was muted beneath the pressure of the water. . . . Good when e wanted peace and quiet, but terrible when he wanted nothing more than companionship and reassurances.
Tonight he wanted to be washed clean of his thoughts. He didn't want to remember! He didn't want to REMEMBER. How long was this pain and panic going to last? How long would he be terrorized by thoughts . . .thought that brought with it sadness and abandonment.
Sulus didn't WANT to be sad and upset.
He wanted . . .He wanted something. Something else. Happiness? Perhaps that was askin too much, but he at leats wanted to feel numb. To be happy was to eventually be hurt. . but to be comfortably numb. . Devoid of feeling. . . Devoid of caring one way or another -- wouldn't that be the answer to this terror?
The boy whimpered beneath the water, swimming back and forth, circling his enclosure as he paced. No no no . . . He didn't want to think about this. Reaching up, he pulled at his hair before burying his face in his arms.
If he could only think of . . .of happy thoughts.
Of the girl that slept.
Of the girl that would swim and play with him . ..
Of the girl that cared?
Oh, if that was to make him so happy, if he were supposed to be so fixed. . .why did he still hurt?
Sulus whimpered, dropping to the bottem of the tank to fight off the VERY sudden attack of his demons and the fall of his mood. Nights were always the worst, the shadows and lack of light making the water cast eerie shadows and darkness over everything.
In dark enough surroundings water resembled blood . . .
. . . Sulus knew this personally. . .
Thankfully, his tears were washed away by the gentle caress of water. This way nobody COULD tell he was crying. . .
All alone in his room.
Forever alone in the water.
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