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[Not Dorian Gray, for one thing.
Instead, she will find the remnants of a horror story (so, exactly what you'd expect to find in someone's room in the box). A closet with its doors have broken, blood on all of its panels. One wall with a metal pole through it, dried blood and viscera on the pole, fluids that dripped down to pool on the ground. Not far away, some gross, dried mass of muscle (which, if inspected, will prove to be a heart.) On the far wall, two holes (as if made by nails) with plenty of blood around them, and then another set of holes, less bloody but still stained, underneath. More blood spattered on the ground there, along with fragments of bone and, strangely, lung.
There is blood on the sofa too, but there in handprints or the occasional light spattering as if from another wound. Also, the room still smells faintly scorched. That might have been from the bombs downstairs, but it is entirely possible that this smell in fact has the same source as the ashes that have been mostly cleared out, but not entirely. And yes, that's a broken bottle of vodka.
There is a good reason Dorian is not in his room right now.]
Instead, she will find the remnants of a horror story (so, exactly what you'd expect to find in someone's room in the box). A closet with its doors have broken, blood on all of its panels. One wall with a metal pole through it, dried blood and viscera on the pole, fluids that dripped down to pool on the ground. Not far away, some gross, dried mass of muscle (which, if inspected, will prove to be a heart.) On the far wall, two holes (as if made by nails) with plenty of blood around them, and then another set of holes, less bloody but still stained, underneath. More blood spattered on the ground there, along with fragments of bone and, strangely, lung.
There is blood on the sofa too, but there in handprints or the occasional light spattering as if from another wound. Also, the room still smells faintly scorched. That might have been from the bombs downstairs, but it is entirely possible that this smell in fact has the same source as the ashes that have been mostly cleared out, but not entirely. And yes, that's a broken bottle of vodka.
There is a good reason Dorian is not in his room right now.]
[ ..........right.
so suddenly she's standing beside him, peering up into the tree. ]
Somehow I totally thought you were kidding. [ she lifts a hand to shield her eyes, as if that'll help see it better. ] Or like, that was some kind of metaphor or something.
so suddenly she's standing beside him, peering up into the tree. ]
Somehow I totally thought you were kidding. [ she lifts a hand to shield her eyes, as if that'll help see it better. ] Or like, that was some kind of metaphor or something.
[ a moment of scrutiny, but then she realizes this could be so much easier. ]
Hang on.
[ and she's ghosting up into the tree now, onto a branch decently close to the piano. don't mind her, scoot-scooting over a little closer, looping her foot around a slightly lower branch for stability, then she leans forward just a bit to reach out toward the piano. three keys are pressed, and the sound quality is iffy but it sounds like a relative success. ]
It's going to be mega uncomfortable? But I think you can do it, you just have to lean way far like this.
Hang on.
[ and she's ghosting up into the tree now, onto a branch decently close to the piano. don't mind her, scoot-scooting over a little closer, looping her foot around a slightly lower branch for stability, then she leans forward just a bit to reach out toward the piano. three keys are pressed, and the sound quality is iffy but it sounds like a relative success. ]
It's going to be mega uncomfortable? But I think you can do it, you just have to lean way far like this.
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