Walking down the hall, all the way to the end, you see a white door. Towards the edges of it, you see that there, engraved in the door, is a gold swirling outline, another deep red running through it; almost as though it were blood running down a golden ribbon. On the center of the door, towards the top [about eye level to 5' people] is another engraving. This time, it's a profile of a pheonix; one wing, the
side of it's body, it's golden and red tails waving behind it, the flames falling down towards the floor. However, the head, you see, is turned towards you, it's icy blue eyes staring at you intently; a very chilling stare.Turning the handel and walking in, you see that the floor is covered in black carpet; very strange, if you ask me. Stepping in, you shut the door behind you, the lights suddenly flicking on. The room itself isn't very much filled. The desk has nothing really on it save for some scattered papers, a few books, pens and pencils. Above the desk, though, there are a few pictures of a young girl, blonde hair midway down her back, a warm smile and peircing blue eyes, one picture in Paris, the other in
Tokyo; perhaps a young layla? Another one, though, is of a girl with burntorange streaks staring out at you, no smile just a cold stare; a man in a buisness suit standing next to her, his arm on her shoulder as he sits behind her, his smile looking buisnessy and empty. Opposite the door, in the corner, is a bed. However, this bed isn't straight against the wall. Why, no, it's slightly slanted so the two edges of the bed touch one wall each. The covers are no different than that of the floor. Stripped blue, white and black, each strand a different size with no real pattern to them. One big blue pillow all the way against the headboard, two smaller black ones in front of it, and a very small white one in front of that. Walking over to the bed and sitting on it, you realize the striped cover was all feathers as you suddenly sink into it's fluffyness. Moving aside a pillow, you see a few books in the headboard; why, it's a cubbytype headboard! One book, you see, is a diary; too bad you don't have the key. Towards the other end of the shelf, though, you see another bunch of framed pictures standing up. One is the same young girl with blond hair, the same man- his smile looking authenic this time- and a woman on the other side of the girl; light orange hair with emerald eyes looking back out. What a nice picture, non?
Anyway, the other pictures, you notice, are of the blond haird girl with another girl; they seem to be best friends. A couple of them seem to have been taken on the same day; well, obviously if they're in the same clothes looking as happy in one as the next. And, of course, there are a bunch of just this blond/orange haird girl by herself.
Stepping off the bed, towards the window, you notice something sticking out from under the bed. You pull it out, and find some more things laying next to it, so you pull them out as well. Nothing but an adjustable, small balance beam and tightrope contraption. Alas, it's not all. A rubber diabolo, a pair of slippers and another photo; this time, of a group of people standing outside what seems to be a stage. What could that be, though?
Nothing much left in this room, you notice. So, all you do, is start back towards the door for you leave. However, you notice that there on the door is a quarkboard thing, and you see on it five pircters, each of little girls around the age of five; one, you notice, being the small little girl from all the photos, another as the girl you seem to recall guessing wa her best friend, and the others you don't know; but you laugh, seeing there is another of a baby seal. You surely have stayed your welcome, right? Don't want to be rude and intrude on anything. So, out you go, sciddadle. Just, make sure to knock next time.
See ya around!
