[LORD] Tyki Mikk (noahism) wrote in marinanova, @ 2014-05-20 00:52:00 |
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[It's scenic, long stretches of green hills and towering blue skies. In the distance is a wide expanse of water, glittering in the afternoon sun. The wind rolls through, bringing up the smell of the water through the open doors of the box car. The train's traveling slow, and it's through the floor of it he feels every familiar jostle and bump on the tracks. He lounges there, outstretched with his hands behind his head and the sun soaking warmly into his skin.
He doesn't care about anything but the feel of freedom. There is nothing else but this.]
[The hallway's dark and nearly endless, stretching out to dark expanses and turning or twisting should you walk too far past the only open door. The path will always lead you back, to a checkerboard floor covered in shattered glass. Lightning cracks behind half-broken windows, where red velvet curtains hang and the entire room may seem dated to those who aren't from the late 19th century. Obscured paintings, plush rugs beneath old curved couches in the parlor -- there's a lingering feeling of dread.
And there's Tyki Mikk, hunched forward on one couch with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands.]
[If you have another idea, feel free to IM/ PM me and we can wing it.]