Post by moonshoespotter on Jul 8, 2010 17:42:08 GMT -8
And all that I've missed,
I see in the reflection.
Passed me while I wasn't
Paying attention.
The wheels of Andrea's carry-on luggage produced a bass rumble as they rolled along the varnished, hard-wood floors that lay in the upper hallway of the dormitory building. Above the low, constant drone, her heels click-clacked and her locket-watch ticked, ticked, ticked away, all of her minute noises amplified a hundred-fold in the stark silence of the hallway. Andrea's eyes scanned the heavy oak doors that lined the hall, searching for Suite 301.
When Andrea finally reached, her destination, she found herself at the east end of the main hallway, staring at the dark oak double doors labeled with the numbers 301 etched on two brass plates. Andrea grasped the ornate door handle firmly and pulled with all her might, opening the door just enough for her to slip inside, suitcase in tow. Once behind the doors, Andrea stepped into an elegant, yet cozy common room filled with overstuffed chairs and ottomans centered around a huge, antique fireplace. Her eyes wandered around the large space as she crossed it. The walls were smooth and painted a rich olive on top and hung with ornate, cherry paneling on the bottom. The floor was the same dark wood as that of the hallway and covered with an intricate Oriental rug. Along the south side of the room were large windows, covered by luscious cream velvet drapes. A few embers reminiscent of a recent fire glowed in the hearth of the fireplace, letting off just enough heat to warm the room comfortably.
Andrea pulled open the door to the room she was assigned to and entered, closing the door quietly behind her. On the bed furthest from her, she found the luggage that she had checked at the airport. She left her suitcase where she stood and went over to the bed, fumbling with the key she kept on a chain around her neck on the way. Andrea bent down and inserted the antique skeleton key into the hole on the lid of the trunk that had been in her father’s family for nearly two centuries, twisting ever so gently until she heard the tumbler fall away, opening the lock. She lifted the lid carefully, the ancient leather straps unraveling ravel to hold it up. Inside, she saw her clarinet and music books stacked on top of piles and piles of clothes. Tenderly, she lifted the instrument case out of the trunk and walked it over to the dress in the front of the room, setting it on top. She then did the same with her music books. Andrea continued to unpack her things until late into the night, stopping once and a while to check her email and Facebook and listen to music on her laptop. Once she was through, Andrea closed and locked her trunk, zipped up her carry on and moved them into the closet that she would be sharing with her roommate—whenever she arrived.
Notes: This one is mainly to get Andrea introduced to Myja, but if anyone else wants to pop in a say hello, feel free.
Lyrics: Emmy Rossum, Slow me Down
Outfit: Clicky
I see in the reflection.
Passed me while I wasn't
Paying attention.
The wheels of Andrea's carry-on luggage produced a bass rumble as they rolled along the varnished, hard-wood floors that lay in the upper hallway of the dormitory building. Above the low, constant drone, her heels click-clacked and her locket-watch ticked, ticked, ticked away, all of her minute noises amplified a hundred-fold in the stark silence of the hallway. Andrea's eyes scanned the heavy oak doors that lined the hall, searching for Suite 301.
When Andrea finally reached, her destination, she found herself at the east end of the main hallway, staring at the dark oak double doors labeled with the numbers 301 etched on two brass plates. Andrea grasped the ornate door handle firmly and pulled with all her might, opening the door just enough for her to slip inside, suitcase in tow. Once behind the doors, Andrea stepped into an elegant, yet cozy common room filled with overstuffed chairs and ottomans centered around a huge, antique fireplace. Her eyes wandered around the large space as she crossed it. The walls were smooth and painted a rich olive on top and hung with ornate, cherry paneling on the bottom. The floor was the same dark wood as that of the hallway and covered with an intricate Oriental rug. Along the south side of the room were large windows, covered by luscious cream velvet drapes. A few embers reminiscent of a recent fire glowed in the hearth of the fireplace, letting off just enough heat to warm the room comfortably.
Andrea pulled open the door to the room she was assigned to and entered, closing the door quietly behind her. On the bed furthest from her, she found the luggage that she had checked at the airport. She left her suitcase where she stood and went over to the bed, fumbling with the key she kept on a chain around her neck on the way. Andrea bent down and inserted the antique skeleton key into the hole on the lid of the trunk that had been in her father’s family for nearly two centuries, twisting ever so gently until she heard the tumbler fall away, opening the lock. She lifted the lid carefully, the ancient leather straps unraveling ravel to hold it up. Inside, she saw her clarinet and music books stacked on top of piles and piles of clothes. Tenderly, she lifted the instrument case out of the trunk and walked it over to the dress in the front of the room, setting it on top. She then did the same with her music books. Andrea continued to unpack her things until late into the night, stopping once and a while to check her email and Facebook and listen to music on her laptop. Once she was through, Andrea closed and locked her trunk, zipped up her carry on and moved them into the closet that she would be sharing with her roommate—whenever she arrived.
Notes: This one is mainly to get Andrea introduced to Myja, but if anyone else wants to pop in a say hello, feel free.
Lyrics: Emmy Rossum, Slow me Down
Outfit: Clicky