Post by AMBER FO SHO on Aug 30, 2009 18:50:19 GMT -5
you can check out at anytime
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The motel was oddly quiet, seeming as if the crickets were taking a break from the soft music they made to polist their violins. The rugged floor, though soft, seemed to mock everybody. You'd think that walking across it would be like walking through the clouds of heaven, cushioning every foot fall with the pounding of a butterflies wings. Yet, the wooden floor would creak with the troden step of any person. The walls were painted as if a two year old had been lose in a hardward store and grabbed the nearest paint can. The vomit green made the company feel like that was the color of their meal next time they were sick.
The funiture was almost worse. The dark brown, like the bark of a dying tree, was the background color. And swirling around like the design you find on the western bandanas were a dark forest green, brought together with a crimson red. It sounded appealing, but how they tied the colors together made the green walls seem even more badly chosen. The curtains followed the pattern, and so did the bed sheets. All and all, the room always felt dark and smoggy like you were going to die at the moment of intake. To top that all off, the air conditioner and fan didn't work.
Somehow, stuck in all of this, was the small form of myself. My hair was grown out now, and fell in small little curls down to my shoulders like a dark curtain shielding her face. My green eyes, brought out by my surroundings, twitched around me nervously. I don't like inclosed spaces, but I was stuck behind the cart for room service. I wanted to just push past it, but I was distracted by what the rooms looked like. It was rather cold outside, so I just took the detour through the motel so I could seem normal. The cold didn't bother me much, but I had to make it seem so. Though I was, I didn't like being singled out as a freak.
I slipped past the single cart, knocking a can of air freshener from the table. I held her breath, and caught it quickly before it fell. I wasn't the best with reflexes, but years of living with fighting parents gave me a good mission of catching falling objects. I steadied it onto the cart, and started walking away as if nothing had happened. The carpet felt good against my feet, which were bare. It was a good thing I was good at sneaking through rooms, or I would've been kicked out after going in the lobby. But, I didn't get caught, and that had made all the difference.
I continued down the hall, my mind wandering from subject to subject. What would have happened if I had been caught. Would they have turned her into the police? I laughed lightly inside my head, if they had, my father would have been there. He would understand, once I got the point to him. Sometimes, being mute had its disadvantages. But, what if my father was in one of his depression stages? That would be terrible. I don't relate to my father very well, not since my mother and sister had disappeared. He was still intent on finding them. Still to this day, I wished I had the guts to tell him that they weren't going to be found.
It was like a game of hide-and-seek. If you didn't want to be found, you didn't have to be found. Just hide on top of the closet, and nobody would find you. Their were a lot of places that could be called closets in life. But, some places didn't have spots to hide, like this motel. Feeling a lot like I was just in the open, I moved for the door. The silence that followed her continued to play like a piano harmony, a dark cloak the hanging on my shoulders. It was this shadow creature that pushed me closer and closer to the door.
As I broke free of the door, a cold front hit me in the face. I pursed my lips, and continued walking. Where I was headed, I couldn't tell you. I felt my feet trudged against the concrete, a faint scruffing of my feet barely audible against the cold grain of the sprinkling rain. The cloud must have floated over the sky as I was wandering the halls of the motel. It wasn't my best idea, but I knew that I had to get to shelter, before I caught a cold. That was my least favorite of things. I sneezed, and dragged myself through the roads.
How was it, that when you wanted to get somewhere, you could never find a place of shelter? I could never place. I glanced around, looking for a place of rest. A single beam of light would be good. I kept walking, my toes curling against the cold, and I smiled brightly as two lights came into sight. I started started forward when the lights, I noticed, started coming forward at an alarming rate. I blinked, and then figured out that it wasn't a building, it was a car.
And it didn't see me.
I dove out of the way, feeling the wind swirl in little huricanes around me, as the car hurried past. A dark memory flashed through my head, the car leaving, racing through the roads, the screatching, the terror. I shook my head. Whoever that was had their own problems, and I didn't need to get involved. Though, I thought absently to myself if that family was having problems like my parents had. Or maybe they were just late for work. Whichever, I wasn't going to worry about whatever was happening in another person's life. I have my own problems.
I continued walking, the only sound the light tapping of the rain against the sidewalk. I wondered silently to myself when this dreaded time would come to an end. It was like the dark tendrils of the clouds were creeping around me, tapping on my shoulder and trying to pull me into it's clutches so that I would never be found. Wouldn't that be a great time, not being found, because you were just the whispers of the shadows wandering the lone corridors of the road. Like smoke, you would travel around without a glance. Something inmy subthoughts brought up the fact that I could already do that, but I pushed it away. No negative thoughts today.
I yawned, tired of walking already. I wanted to shift, but I didn't want to take the risk of just phasing. Somebody could walk by, and me stripping down in the middle of the street wouldn't be good, and if they walked by when I was changed, somebody would call the police or humansociety, and I would be totally and utterly screwed. I blinked the thoughts out of my head. What was I looking for again? Oh, yes. A place to rest. It sounded like a good idea, oh yes it did. I continued walking, knowing internally that somewhere around the corner their had to be a little cafe or something.
And viola, like magic a small little hut appeared in the distance. It wasn't two lights, and if it was a motercycle you could have heard it, even over the rain. A small sigh escaped my lips, a puff of cloud floating lazily from my mouth and into the sky above. When I was little kid, I used to watch the clouds drift through space, and then a few of the neighbors would tell me the parent's way of explaining life. I just liked to pretend it was a lost traveling fairy, trapped in it's bubble. At that time, I was sure they exsisted. As I got older, it became less likely. Now... Yeah, for all I know, they could exsist.
I picked up my pace, and reached the small building quickly. It was a cafe. I smiled, the look spreading across my face like a lantern in a dark wood. I pushed open the door, feeling the rush of the warm air carress my face like a silk ribbon. I took a deep breath, and stepped inside. It was bustling with people, and I didn't know what I should do. I started inside, but felt a quick jolt as I ran into somebody. I hoped silently that the person wasn't carrying anything that would have spilled. That would have been a drag, and I stepped back. I wanted to say that I was sorry, but unfortunately, I was terrible with words. I readied myself to make a little sign of apology. I was bad at making things recognizable, but I hoped this person spoke mute.
status; open
word count; 1500
other; New Personal Record
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but you can never leave
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The motel was oddly quiet, seeming as if the crickets were taking a break from the soft music they made to polist their violins. The rugged floor, though soft, seemed to mock everybody. You'd think that walking across it would be like walking through the clouds of heaven, cushioning every foot fall with the pounding of a butterflies wings. Yet, the wooden floor would creak with the troden step of any person. The walls were painted as if a two year old had been lose in a hardward store and grabbed the nearest paint can. The vomit green made the company feel like that was the color of their meal next time they were sick.
The funiture was almost worse. The dark brown, like the bark of a dying tree, was the background color. And swirling around like the design you find on the western bandanas were a dark forest green, brought together with a crimson red. It sounded appealing, but how they tied the colors together made the green walls seem even more badly chosen. The curtains followed the pattern, and so did the bed sheets. All and all, the room always felt dark and smoggy like you were going to die at the moment of intake. To top that all off, the air conditioner and fan didn't work.
Somehow, stuck in all of this, was the small form of myself. My hair was grown out now, and fell in small little curls down to my shoulders like a dark curtain shielding her face. My green eyes, brought out by my surroundings, twitched around me nervously. I don't like inclosed spaces, but I was stuck behind the cart for room service. I wanted to just push past it, but I was distracted by what the rooms looked like. It was rather cold outside, so I just took the detour through the motel so I could seem normal. The cold didn't bother me much, but I had to make it seem so. Though I was, I didn't like being singled out as a freak.
I slipped past the single cart, knocking a can of air freshener from the table. I held her breath, and caught it quickly before it fell. I wasn't the best with reflexes, but years of living with fighting parents gave me a good mission of catching falling objects. I steadied it onto the cart, and started walking away as if nothing had happened. The carpet felt good against my feet, which were bare. It was a good thing I was good at sneaking through rooms, or I would've been kicked out after going in the lobby. But, I didn't get caught, and that had made all the difference.
I continued down the hall, my mind wandering from subject to subject. What would have happened if I had been caught. Would they have turned her into the police? I laughed lightly inside my head, if they had, my father would have been there. He would understand, once I got the point to him. Sometimes, being mute had its disadvantages. But, what if my father was in one of his depression stages? That would be terrible. I don't relate to my father very well, not since my mother and sister had disappeared. He was still intent on finding them. Still to this day, I wished I had the guts to tell him that they weren't going to be found.
It was like a game of hide-and-seek. If you didn't want to be found, you didn't have to be found. Just hide on top of the closet, and nobody would find you. Their were a lot of places that could be called closets in life. But, some places didn't have spots to hide, like this motel. Feeling a lot like I was just in the open, I moved for the door. The silence that followed her continued to play like a piano harmony, a dark cloak the hanging on my shoulders. It was this shadow creature that pushed me closer and closer to the door.
As I broke free of the door, a cold front hit me in the face. I pursed my lips, and continued walking. Where I was headed, I couldn't tell you. I felt my feet trudged against the concrete, a faint scruffing of my feet barely audible against the cold grain of the sprinkling rain. The cloud must have floated over the sky as I was wandering the halls of the motel. It wasn't my best idea, but I knew that I had to get to shelter, before I caught a cold. That was my least favorite of things. I sneezed, and dragged myself through the roads.
How was it, that when you wanted to get somewhere, you could never find a place of shelter? I could never place. I glanced around, looking for a place of rest. A single beam of light would be good. I kept walking, my toes curling against the cold, and I smiled brightly as two lights came into sight. I started started forward when the lights, I noticed, started coming forward at an alarming rate. I blinked, and then figured out that it wasn't a building, it was a car.
And it didn't see me.
I dove out of the way, feeling the wind swirl in little huricanes around me, as the car hurried past. A dark memory flashed through my head, the car leaving, racing through the roads, the screatching, the terror. I shook my head. Whoever that was had their own problems, and I didn't need to get involved. Though, I thought absently to myself if that family was having problems like my parents had. Or maybe they were just late for work. Whichever, I wasn't going to worry about whatever was happening in another person's life. I have my own problems.
I continued walking, the only sound the light tapping of the rain against the sidewalk. I wondered silently to myself when this dreaded time would come to an end. It was like the dark tendrils of the clouds were creeping around me, tapping on my shoulder and trying to pull me into it's clutches so that I would never be found. Wouldn't that be a great time, not being found, because you were just the whispers of the shadows wandering the lone corridors of the road. Like smoke, you would travel around without a glance. Something inmy subthoughts brought up the fact that I could already do that, but I pushed it away. No negative thoughts today.
I yawned, tired of walking already. I wanted to shift, but I didn't want to take the risk of just phasing. Somebody could walk by, and me stripping down in the middle of the street wouldn't be good, and if they walked by when I was changed, somebody would call the police or humansociety, and I would be totally and utterly screwed. I blinked the thoughts out of my head. What was I looking for again? Oh, yes. A place to rest. It sounded like a good idea, oh yes it did. I continued walking, knowing internally that somewhere around the corner their had to be a little cafe or something.
And viola, like magic a small little hut appeared in the distance. It wasn't two lights, and if it was a motercycle you could have heard it, even over the rain. A small sigh escaped my lips, a puff of cloud floating lazily from my mouth and into the sky above. When I was little kid, I used to watch the clouds drift through space, and then a few of the neighbors would tell me the parent's way of explaining life. I just liked to pretend it was a lost traveling fairy, trapped in it's bubble. At that time, I was sure they exsisted. As I got older, it became less likely. Now... Yeah, for all I know, they could exsist.
I picked up my pace, and reached the small building quickly. It was a cafe. I smiled, the look spreading across my face like a lantern in a dark wood. I pushed open the door, feeling the rush of the warm air carress my face like a silk ribbon. I took a deep breath, and stepped inside. It was bustling with people, and I didn't know what I should do. I started inside, but felt a quick jolt as I ran into somebody. I hoped silently that the person wasn't carrying anything that would have spilled. That would have been a drag, and I stepped back. I wanted to say that I was sorry, but unfortunately, I was terrible with words. I readied myself to make a little sign of apology. I was bad at making things recognizable, but I hoped this person spoke mute.
status; open
word count; 1500
other; New Personal Record
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but you can never leave