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Post by Lolli ~ on Jan 7, 2008 18:43:07 GMT 1
Out of all of the rooms in the entire house, this room had to be the brightest. The room, itself, is up in the tower that can be spotted from the outside because it is hoisted above the main roof of the house. The room is partially circular, as well. It is unusually light as the walls are a snowy white, as is the untainted carpet. The windows are tall and wide and they are cloaked with semi-transparent, liquid-like curtains that curve downwards like veils. There is no bed, nor is there a dresser. But there is one, double-door wardrobe in the very center right wall of the room, and it is also a perfect white with no scratches or marks. This wardrobe is the only object in the room, except for a single glass of what looked like water sitting in the centre of the room like a lonely soul that was left behind (quite sad). The only impurity about this room is the constant chill that encircles it. It's very unpleasant to remain here for any known time. And even though the temperature is at exactly zero degrees, the glass of 'water' is not yet frozen. And, perhaps the wardrobe is less glorious than it appears.
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Post by Lolli ~ on Jan 7, 2008 19:29:06 GMT 1
After switching from room to room in attempt to avoid everyone, Eolyn staggered up a spiral staircase, that seemed to have a white mist drifting down it. Curious, she pulled herself upstairs and through the white, wooden door that she encountered at the summit. She squinted her eyes as she entered, not used to the sudden brightness of that room. She stepped in, her small, white, dainty-shoes stepping cautiously into the chamber and her bright, aqua eyes opening slowly, shimmering in the daylight. The door closed gently behind her and she tiptoed across to the window, as if she was scared of breaking the beauty of this room by trespassing. She gazed out across the city over head, staring at the bare grey trees and touching the icey windows with her soft, pale fingers. She suddenly began to shiver, but because she cold. Utterly bewildered, she crouched down on the white carpet and curled up into a ball, pressing her red nose into her knees, allowing her tears of stress leak into her arms. She wasn't even sure what was making her so upset. She was afraid of Vi, suddenly, and she didn't understand why he held back in the master bedroom. What was Spike warning her of? Spike... what did she feel for Spike? At every second, she begged for him to find her in this white room that reminded her of a lonely winter's day. She glanced at an out-of-place glass of water sitting alone in the centre of the room and momentarily, Eolyn felt like that small glass of water.
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