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[Mar. 10th, 2008|06:45 pm] |
Who: John Casey, Rory Gilmore, Open.
((continued directly from the post "Falling down the rabbit hole"))
"It sounds nice," John told her honestly. The place she described was looking like a wonderful place in his head. Much better than some of the places he'd lived.
The pair exited the kitchen by a door that John assumed led to the rest of the ground floor, rather than going back up the stairs they'd come from. The first room they entered outside the kitchen was the dining room. Not a formal dining room, but it was beautiful all the same.
"Wow," he almost whispered.
The room was decorated in a deep red, the color balanced by sunlight from the setting sun pouring in through the window, and the flawless white of the dishes on the table. There were eight place settings around the table, each seemingly waiting for an occupant to feed. Again, John wondered where the owners of the house were.
John ran his hand over the smooth wood of the table, feeling the nicks and gouges from many years of use. There were some spots that were shinier than others, from so many people resting their arms while they ate, and other places where he could almost imagine he could see writing etched onto the surface from kids doing their homework on the table. It was an old-fashioned table, to be sure, but it was loved and cared for. There was not a speck of dust to be seen, and the table gleamed from a fresh polish. |
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| Falling down the rabbit hole |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|12:05 am] |
who: Rory Gilmore & OPEN
what: Arrival
Rory was starting to feel like maybe this whole Chilton thing was a very bad idea. It was supposed to help her get into Harvard, but so far it had only made her feel like a miserable, lonely failure. Like she wasn't smart enough and that her dream was unachievable.
Not that Paris and Tristian were helping that feeling at all. They were probably three quarters of the problem. Constantly calling her 'Mary' and finding ways to cut her down. How had anyone ever survived being the new kid in this place if this was how they were treated?
After another particularly bad run-in with Paris - the teachers seemed to want to constantly throw them together because of the close proximity of Gilmore and Geller in the alphabet - Rory had gone in search of some unused classroom so she could attempt to not be quite so pathetically behind her classmates anymore. Her heels clicked on the ancient floor as she walked down the hall looking for signs that there was a single room unoccupied. Eventually she reached a storage closet and figured that nobody would ever look for her in there.
She turned the knob and stepped inside, pulling it closed behind her while facing the door. The room seemed a lot brighter than she'd expected for well, a closet, and she turned around to find herself in what was clearly not a storage closet. Because first of all, most closets don't have windows. And most closets aren't bigger than the entire lower floor of her house in Stars Hallow. The room was not entirely out of character for the style of Chilton Academy's architecture, but she just knew she was some where else...
"Where am I?" |
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| Finding that place... |
[Mar. 3rd, 2008|09:53 pm] |
Who: Johnny Casey, open.
What: Entrance.
Stepping out of the flow of bodies, Johnny opened his locker at the end of the school day and shoved his books inside. He knew he wouldn't get to his homework tonight, so there was no point in carrying them the three miles home. Slipping back into the crowded hall, Johnny made his way to the front of the school, nudging aside the oldest and meanest student at Emerson Prep.
"What the hell..." James Davidson started to shout, turning around to see which fellow student he was going to have to beat up. His words died on his lips when he saw Johnny, and he stepped out of the way, letting him pass without confrontation.
With his eyes focused on the wooden doors at the front of the school, Johnny worked his way out of the building, keeping an eye out for the new kid. Jose was deaf, and had been in the process of taking the wrath of James Davidson when Johnny had interrupted them during the lunch break. Johnny knew James would need to have his blood-lust sated, but it wasn't going to be against Jose if Johnny had any say in the matter. He spotted the smaller boy about a block away, heading towards Embassy Row. Following him at a distance, Johnny kept a watchful eye over the boy to make sure James didn't give him anymore trouble that day, When he saw Jose duck inside the Columbian Embassy, Johnny knew he was safe for the night.
Cutting through the alley behind the local burger shop, Johnny arrived at the metro stop just in time to catch his train. Fifteen minutes and two metro rides later, he was making his way home on foot. The town of Alexandria was a beautiful old town, set just outside of the District, and home to a wide assortment of people. Johnny himself had only been there a few months, but found the small-town charm appealing. While it wasn't what he was used to, living on military bases around the world and in tiny villages, it was where he lived now and he'd have to get used to it.
A few blocks from his house, Johnny stopped short on the sidewalk, staring at a house he knew hadn't been there the day before. It was old and ivy-covered, but didn't stand out compared to the rest of the neighborhood. In fact, there was nothing to distinguish it from any other except for the fact that it hadn't been there yesterday, or even that morning. Crossing the street. Johnny approached the building, stepping onto a creaking porch to get a closer look. He knocked twice on the door, wondering if anyone actually lived there, and was surprised to find the door fall open.
Glancing into the street behind him, he made sure no one was around before slipping inside. Ducking his head to get through the doorway, Johnny was amazed to find himself in a very well-kept entryway. The dark wood floor creaked softly beneath his feet, not from disrepair but from being well-worn. "Hello?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly from being used for the first time that day. "Is anyone here? You're door was open."
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