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As I slowly climbed the stair case, I noticed that the carpet that was originally cream was now... completely missing? some of the idiot protesters must have thought that was smart or something. I know I really shouldn't think of them as idiots, but god damn! who the ******** steals carpet?!
surpresing my irittaion I took the last step off of the stair case and paused for a moment, trying to recall which stair case lead where. this far up the stair case the carpet had not been stolen and so I had a short burst of nostalgia run through my mind. the stair case to my imideate left would carry me to the first tower which was only one more floor up, the one to my further left would take me one flight higher then that, and the one on my further right would take me to the bed rooms. I decided I should take that one and see what those id- people, did to our rooms.
the rooms had there own lift because.... the guy who made it was lazy (even though after 3 flights worth of stairs was tiring enough he thought it would be a good idea to have a break here). of course I used the lift because I was fed up of climbing by this point. the elevator seemed very formal for a home, and it was also untouched! I assumed the protesters were just lazy like Chikurin and couldn't be bothered to pillage anymore of the mansion from the first staircase up. eventually I reached my room to see it was actually intaked! save for one smashed picture on my desk. for such a large house I had a surprisigly small room, although I didn't own a lot of things I'd keep in my 'quaters' so I didn't mind, it also kept the heat in. the walls were painted white with framed pictures of them, it had a bed (that wasn't made) and an old T.V. as I liked to keep things retro. that and there was a huge flat screen down stairs and a home cinema room so I thought it would be pointless to have a big one in my room to. the carpet was cream like the one down stairs, on the stairs and on all of the landings. in other rooms they would have laninate flooring but I always woke up bear foot and couldn't take the sudden cold on my feet.
after a quick inspection I returned down stairs to have a look at the other rooms that I hadn't thought of first, but as my foot hit the ground floor the front door swung open and an ominus figure stood there, made into a simple siluoette by the contrast in light out side and in the mansion. I flinched away from the light and when I looked back the figure was gona, I felt a breath on my neck and jumped forwards and turned into my deffensive stance "and who might you be ny friend?" I said in thr most sarcastic tone I could muster in the surcumstances. the man said nothing, my eyes re-adjusted to the light and I began to see him more clearly, he wore nothong but black, a long black coat over his shoulders rather than with his arms through the sleves, a black tapa hat, dark trousers that seemed very formal, and shoes to match. the stranger said nothing until I manufactured my weapon in my hand in a burst of light and the sound of a whistle echoing through the halls of the mansion. "I'm back..."
"what?"
"I'm back!" he repeted louder with more energy in his tone this time...
- by Kouzan raio |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 12/17/2009 |
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- Title: writing practice 2
- Artist: Kouzan raio
- Description: just some more writing practice cuz I was bored. i might actually go somewhere with this story.
- Date: 12/17/2009
- Tags: lotus fiction powers kouzan
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