Vas Captio Mods (![]() ![]() @ 2009-06-08 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, day 10, merope gaunt, open, rorschach |
Day 10: Clock Tower - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Clock Tower
Rating: TBA
Status: Active
The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.
All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.
It started small, as most things do. A gentle rumble and shudder of the bottom most floor of the clock tower, rattled the turned over tables and debris; disturbed the dust-bunnies on the wooden floor. Everything was quiet again, for a split second in time, before things went downhill from there.
The earth began to quake, convulsing under the force of nature - or, perhaps in this case, the Powers That Be - the stillness of the day broken with movement and the quiet shattered with the crash and burn of the once distinct buildings as they crumbled or, as it was the case for the clock tower, fell.
On the second floor, the decrepit ceiling, already worse for the wear, caved in, fluttering the long, thin shingles down to the floor. Shattered glass rained down, glittering in the bright sunlight as the face of the clock gave way and fell to the earth outside below. Both the bottom floor and the ceiling of the first floor, which doubled for the base for the second floor began to crack on their respective weak or non-existent foundations. On the first floor, the wooden floor boards began to splinter and upraise, snapping loudly in time with that of the floor above them. Seconds later, the floor above collapsed completely, raining debris, broken wooden planks, and thick, massively heavy chunks of the wood which had been laid in a criss-cross fashion beneath it in order to hold it up. A large number of loose bricks were knocked completely free, coming down with it.
The whole of the clock tower remained mainly in tact from the foundation to the place where the second floor was to begin. From there, upward, was someone to look at it from the outside, had caved inward, only a few stray bricks hold in place. The stairs leading from the first to the second floor remained, however cracked, loose, and, in some cases, hanging by a thread.
Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.