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#Post#: 41359-------------------------------------------------- |
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Room #404 |
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By: Geist Date: March 1, 2013, 4:26 pm |
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Outside the door to the room is a lopsided LED sign with the |
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name of the room's owner. Just above a yellow sign that dangles |
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off via razor wire, with a following warning. |
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[center]"WARNING" |
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Public Safety Notice |
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If you find a dead body outside in the hallway, notify inside |
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resident for first dibs.[/center] |
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Once pass the the padlocks that hold back the door and the |
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chains pushed off to one-side. Inside the entire room is bathed |
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in a dull neon green glow of a monitor, only changing up with by |
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the random scanline. Various shelves are stocked with |
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nick-nacks; a few electronic parts, scrapes, multicolored wires |
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and medical curiosities floating in various off-color liquids. |
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Against the far wall in a dark corner sits an unmade bed, all of |
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it's covers bunched up into a single spot and a single towel |
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hanging off the head of the bed with the emblem of a single eye. |
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Thick electrical cords run under the carpet, almost like the |
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room's own bio-organic veins. On a oaken coffee table sits |
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assorted mugs of sizes and colors. Florescent green graffiti of |
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a few eyes in different levels detail line the walls, following |
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the occupants where they roam within the confines of the room. |
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#Post#: 41606-------------------------------------------------- |
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Re: Room #404 |
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By: Geist Date: March 9, 2013, 2:47 pm |
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Geist slammed the door close, with the sound of signs |
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scratching the outside door frame as they rocked. Taking off his |
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barret and tossing over the mouth of one of the many cups that |
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lined the table. Finally to slip down into a chair in front of |
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the large monitor that was the main source of light for the |
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room. With a short sigh he propped up his laptop case against |
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one of the floor bulges. His fingers darting over the keyboard |
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to pull the current logs to add to his current information on |
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this place. "Another day, progress has been so far." Adding in |
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a sardonic tone off to himself as he changed his gaze off to the |
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ceiling and sliding a foot out one of his boots. The lone sound |
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of the muffled thud of boot falling out his hands and onto the |
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floor. |
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