Avery Weston (touchophobic) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-03-26 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-03, avery, lily |
Something New
Who: Avery and Lily
Where: the theater
When: early afternoon
The fact that it was snowing yet again shouldn't have been surprising. Avery actually found it fascinating, even though there wasn't that much of it falling, and that was probably because he hadn't ever seen it before. He'd been tempted to go outside, but he'd found out the previous day how incredibly cold it was, colder than a guy from Louisiana had ever imagined it could be. He'd kept the snowsuit he'd gotten from the shed outside, but he thought he might save a trip out into the elements for another day. There was enough of the house he hadn't explored yet to keep him occupied.
He'd had a low-key day thus far. He'd awakened at about nine with a severe case of medicine head from the Nyquil he'd taken to get to sleep the night before, but a shower had taken care of most of that, and he'd gotten dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. After spending a short while considering just staying in his room, he'd decided that he should force himself to get out each day, even if only for a short time. How would he be able to survive this year if he spent the whole time hiding? Once the weather warmed, he could retreat outside, but it was way too cold for that now. So he'd found his key, locked his room and gone down to the kitchen at mid-day for a combination breakfast and lunch. Was it still called brunch if it took place after twelve noon?
Avery had found some instant soup that he could prepare and drink quickly, and that along with an apple made a satisfying enough lunch. After cleaning up after himself, he'd started wandering around the lower floor of the house again. Stepping into the theater stacks, he'd been instantly taken in by the sheer number of DVDs that were present, and he'd stopped to look at them. It was a whole new world for him. He'd grown up with a VHS tape player in the living room, and he hadn't spent a great deal of time watching things because he'd always preferred to be outside. His aunt in Shreveport had had a DVD player, but he'd never used it. He stood in front of one of the rows of videos, his head tilted to one side as he read titles and wondered what they were about. He'd never seen any of them.