Post by Anne-Marie on May 28, 2007 16:31:22 GMT -5
Creak. The old wooden stair below Anne-Marie Devereux's foot moaned loudly, almost in complaint that she had disturbed its slumber. Her skin prickled beneath her thin shawl. The house definitely had the air of an antiquated old structure, but something about it felt empty and almost lonely. There was the nice young man at the desk, but other than that, it held no sign of life. She gathered up her skirts, turned her gaze upward, and with her suitcase firmly in her grasp, set about plodding up the flight of stairs and down the hall to Room #2.
She lightly rapped on the door of her assigned lodging, and when no answer came, turned the knob and found her way inside. It was just as she expected, dim and empty. She walked amidst the beds, finally finding one she felt inclined to claim at the end of the room, near the window. She hoisted her suitcase onto it and went directly to the window. She flung open the curtains to let the light in and was greeted by a floor of grimy afternoon sun and several clouds of thick dust. Anne-Marie backed away quickly, covering her face as she sneezed and coughed.
Finally able to take a clean breath, she set about exploring her surroundings. Down the hall she ventured, to the washroom. Upon inspection, it looked clean enough. She turned on the faucet and passed her fingers under its flow. It felt cool and almost enticing. She took a nearby towel and wet it, and then patted at her neck and forehead. In the mirror, she looked flushed and tired. There were dark circles forming under her eyes from long nights of work and not enough sleep. She hoped the awful cycle of it would be changing soon - she was in a new place now, with a new job, and a whole new life ahead of her.
After leaving the washroom, she wandered down the hall, poking her head into each of the other rooms and finding them all vacant, save for a few things in the first room. Had someone left them there years ago or where they as new to the place as she was? Did anyone live here at all? She found her way back to the stairs and sat down upon on, feeling the weight of her shoulders slump. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her mind swim with daydreams.
She lightly rapped on the door of her assigned lodging, and when no answer came, turned the knob and found her way inside. It was just as she expected, dim and empty. She walked amidst the beds, finally finding one she felt inclined to claim at the end of the room, near the window. She hoisted her suitcase onto it and went directly to the window. She flung open the curtains to let the light in and was greeted by a floor of grimy afternoon sun and several clouds of thick dust. Anne-Marie backed away quickly, covering her face as she sneezed and coughed.
Finally able to take a clean breath, she set about exploring her surroundings. Down the hall she ventured, to the washroom. Upon inspection, it looked clean enough. She turned on the faucet and passed her fingers under its flow. It felt cool and almost enticing. She took a nearby towel and wet it, and then patted at her neck and forehead. In the mirror, she looked flushed and tired. There were dark circles forming under her eyes from long nights of work and not enough sleep. She hoped the awful cycle of it would be changing soon - she was in a new place now, with a new job, and a whole new life ahead of her.
After leaving the washroom, she wandered down the hall, poking her head into each of the other rooms and finding them all vacant, save for a few things in the first room. Had someone left them there years ago or where they as new to the place as she was? Did anyone live here at all? She found her way back to the stairs and sat down upon on, feeling the weight of her shoulders slump. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her mind swim with daydreams.
