Post by Elizabeth on Feb 4, 2011 0:17:02 GMT -5
Dark Hour struck midnight, the televisions within the Special Student World Academy dorms burst into life. Their picture was fuzzy, carrying a green glow to it as a figure with silver hair and eerie yellow eyes appeared on the screen with a soft smile.
"Tonight is the night it finally all ends," she began quietly. "A past can't haunt what isn't there, and besides, it isn't like anyone would miss me..." Turning around the young female on screen faced something behind her--a large tower--and watched as it slowly morphed into a new form. Trees suddenly burst from the ground, black and leafless as a tall house settled itself in the centre. "Perhaps if I disappear for good, someone might realise that the awesome me is no longer around. But I guess it doesn't make a difference. I'm too awesome for this world, and I'd really like to leave it... Because something as dirty as me... doesn't have a place here."
With a laugh, the girl turns back to the screen and flashes a smirk gesturing to the house. "I think maybe, I might go to be alone forever. Being alone is way more awesome than going to school everyday and other stupid stuff like that. I'll make my own world with my own rules! Maybe I might be a God there, who knows...? Auf wiedersehen!"
And with that, the figure turned and ran into the house behind her.
"Tonight is the night it finally all ends," she began quietly. "A past can't haunt what isn't there, and besides, it isn't like anyone would miss me..." Turning around the young female on screen faced something behind her--a large tower--and watched as it slowly morphed into a new form. Trees suddenly burst from the ground, black and leafless as a tall house settled itself in the centre. "Perhaps if I disappear for good, someone might realise that the awesome me is no longer around. But I guess it doesn't make a difference. I'm too awesome for this world, and I'd really like to leave it... Because something as dirty as me... doesn't have a place here."
With a laugh, the girl turns back to the screen and flashes a smirk gesturing to the house. "I think maybe, I might go to be alone forever. Being alone is way more awesome than going to school everyday and other stupid stuff like that. I'll make my own world with my own rules! Maybe I might be a God there, who knows...? Auf wiedersehen!"
And with that, the figure turned and ran into the house behind her.
A classical-styled manor stands tall with four floors in the middle of a dying garden. The ground is dry and dark, with weeds popping up throughout. The fence that surrounds it is stained and falling apart, with a rusted mailbox that reads “Weillschmidt” barely hanging on to its post by a nail. The trees have no leaves and cause eerie shadows to fall about the area caused by the blood-red moon which appears to be the only source of light.
Inside, the first floor is styled like that of an ordinary house with various rooms that one would expect to find. The floors are dirtied and covered with grime, with ripped and tattered furniture throughout. Mold can be found in various places, along with the shattered remains of various bottles of alcohol. The air is stale and smells of damp wood and old beer, giving it a very musty feeling. It almost looks as if the area were ransacked and then abandoned for a great number or years. Or perhaps a better word is abused.
The second floor is completely unlike the first. The floors are clean gray tile and the walls are white; a hospital. On the walls are various warnings about how to avoid letting patients escape and posters for various mental diseases and causes of trauma. Numbered doors line the hallways and beyond each door is an abnormally pristine and sanitary. The entire area smells of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol. The silence is almost deafening as one stands still in the hallway, yet each step echoes loudly when walking. The florescent lights are blindingly bright, and no windows or glass can be found. All in all, it feels more like a prison than a hospital.
The third floor is small, a single room that looks as if it belongs to a young boy. It is well-kept and clean, with various books and toys carefully tucked away into their place. The bed is made and the lights are off, but it is the only room in the house with good curtains and unbroken windows. Hanging off the walls are a few pictures of a happy couple—a woman with blond hair and blue eyes and a man with brunette and green eyes—happily wrapped each others arms; all of which have cracked frames or are heavily stained and burned. However, most of the pictures are made up of Maria, laughing happily, hugging, or somehow interacting with a young boy with slicked-back blond hair and blue eyes. Her younger brother—and from its appearance the room is likely meant to be his as well. Alongside every picture of herself and her brother, a picture of Ansigar can be found as well.
The final floor is also a single, open room in a condition very much like the first floor of the house. The main source of light comes from the moon outside, and the curtains are ripped and thin which allow it to come in easily. Glass from the windows and beer bottles line the floors along the walls, and various bodily fluids from blood to those which shouldn’t be named stain the floors. The air is even staler, and the scent of alcohol more prominent, but along with the alcohol there is something else—sex. Ripped clothes are scattered about the floor, all of them female and look as if they could belonged to a girl throughout the years of five to thirteen—though it’s obvious they all belonged to the same person. There are no posters or pictures on the wall, but on the far side of the room is a large bed covered in a large and well-cared for blanket boasting the French flag, while several pillows sit hear the headboard carrying the flag of Spain on their faces.
On the opposite side of the room from the bed is an elegant, polished, and well-kept grand piano that looks utterly out of place compared to the rest of the dungeon—and very much like the one in World W Academy's music room. Its keys are clean and the tuning of the instrument is perfect. There is no sheet music on its music stand, but instead an 8 ½ by 11 photograph in an elegant frame. Protected behind the frame’s clean glass is a picture of a young woman with glasses, brunette hair, and unusual violet eyes sitting at the same piano it sits on, looking over her shoulder at the photographer with a gentle smile and her fingers posed over the keys. Sitting on the bench of the piano is a bouquet of blue cornflowers and edelweiss, tied together with three ribbons—white, black, and red—each flower perfectly healthy and alive. Beneath the piano is a clean, circular white carpet with a red maple-leaf in the centre. Around the edging of the carpet are brightly lit candles that give the instrument and almost heavenly glow.
[/blockquote][/size]Inside, the first floor is styled like that of an ordinary house with various rooms that one would expect to find. The floors are dirtied and covered with grime, with ripped and tattered furniture throughout. Mold can be found in various places, along with the shattered remains of various bottles of alcohol. The air is stale and smells of damp wood and old beer, giving it a very musty feeling. It almost looks as if the area were ransacked and then abandoned for a great number or years. Or perhaps a better word is abused.
The second floor is completely unlike the first. The floors are clean gray tile and the walls are white; a hospital. On the walls are various warnings about how to avoid letting patients escape and posters for various mental diseases and causes of trauma. Numbered doors line the hallways and beyond each door is an abnormally pristine and sanitary. The entire area smells of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol. The silence is almost deafening as one stands still in the hallway, yet each step echoes loudly when walking. The florescent lights are blindingly bright, and no windows or glass can be found. All in all, it feels more like a prison than a hospital.
The third floor is small, a single room that looks as if it belongs to a young boy. It is well-kept and clean, with various books and toys carefully tucked away into their place. The bed is made and the lights are off, but it is the only room in the house with good curtains and unbroken windows. Hanging off the walls are a few pictures of a happy couple—a woman with blond hair and blue eyes and a man with brunette and green eyes—happily wrapped each others arms; all of which have cracked frames or are heavily stained and burned. However, most of the pictures are made up of Maria, laughing happily, hugging, or somehow interacting with a young boy with slicked-back blond hair and blue eyes. Her younger brother—and from its appearance the room is likely meant to be his as well. Alongside every picture of herself and her brother, a picture of Ansigar can be found as well.
The final floor is also a single, open room in a condition very much like the first floor of the house. The main source of light comes from the moon outside, and the curtains are ripped and thin which allow it to come in easily. Glass from the windows and beer bottles line the floors along the walls, and various bodily fluids from blood to those which shouldn’t be named stain the floors. The air is even staler, and the scent of alcohol more prominent, but along with the alcohol there is something else—sex. Ripped clothes are scattered about the floor, all of them female and look as if they could belonged to a girl throughout the years of five to thirteen—though it’s obvious they all belonged to the same person. There are no posters or pictures on the wall, but on the far side of the room is a large bed covered in a large and well-cared for blanket boasting the French flag, while several pillows sit hear the headboard carrying the flag of Spain on their faces.
On the opposite side of the room from the bed is an elegant, polished, and well-kept grand piano that looks utterly out of place compared to the rest of the dungeon—and very much like the one in World W Academy's music room. Its keys are clean and the tuning of the instrument is perfect. There is no sheet music on its music stand, but instead an 8 ½ by 11 photograph in an elegant frame. Protected behind the frame’s clean glass is a picture of a young woman with glasses, brunette hair, and unusual violet eyes sitting at the same piano it sits on, looking over her shoulder at the photographer with a gentle smile and her fingers posed over the keys. Sitting on the bench of the piano is a bouquet of blue cornflowers and edelweiss, tied together with three ribbons—white, black, and red—each flower perfectly healthy and alive. Beneath the piano is a clean, circular white carpet with a red maple-leaf in the centre. Around the edging of the carpet are brightly lit candles that give the instrument and almost heavenly glow.
