Life's a Game for the Living [Board Game Plot]
Feb 21, 2014 23:11:59 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 23:11:59 GMT -5
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D U N C A N ▲ B O W E R S - F O X -journal entry #5 start time: 7:53 on the morning of February 21st I had not spent the previous night in the familiarity of my own bed. No, I spent it on the hard ground next to a girl that I barely knew. However, even with her hard shell and few words, she had been more accepting than my family ever had. There was no warmth besides our own bodies to shield us from the cold night, although it wasn’t near as rough as I had planned for. The signs of spring were starting to peak through the gently snow covered ground, and the small patches of grass that could be seen through the pure white were a welcome sight. I had done most of the talking for both of us, rambling away about my family and my journals and whatever whim of a thought sprang to my mind, whereas her words were scarce, but more important than mine ever could have been. She spoke with preciseness, each word a cannon within itself, but mine only leave dents, little marks in the steel wall that surrounds her. I could never truly force myself upon her, for her walls are stronger than my offense, her military much more advanced than my sticks and stones. She didn’t seem to resent me, however, for she had not had much of a protest to my sleeping close by, asking questions every few minutes when the silence became too much to bear. But however much the silence bothered me but not her, the night passed, and the morning sun brought about a new light in the terms of her features. Her features were defined, especially in the early light, nothing soft about her to be found. I had nudged her awake when I could no longer contain the feelings of boredom that crept into my legs and worked their way up continuously through my body. I was nothing but fidgety, pacing around and fiddling with my hands until she had groggily pulled herself to her feet. We had taken to the back paths from which I had entered the day before, turning left and right and back again to a destination that I did not know. There wasn’t much out here besides the overgrown grass and the rusting metal of an old, abandoned factory. We left it for the moment being, and I mentally noted down the way we had got there, because this was something I definitely wanted to look into further than just a superficial glance of outdoor features. I strained my neck to watch it as we continued walking, until I noticed her pace had quickened, causing me to jog a bit to catch up. She seemed to know where we were going better than I did, and that struck me as strange, considering I was showing her where I had called home. Home. It was a word I had never been able to relate with, a phrase with a hollow meaning where there should be depth and love. When we got within eyeshot of the front windows, I stopped dead in my tracks, putting my hand out to silently tell her to follow suit. I didn’t want to stay here long, since the whole point of me spending the night with her in the alley was for the purpose of avoiding this place entirely. As I began to see the shadows of my brothers flickering behind the panes of glass, I quickly turned my attention back to the path from which we had just come. “Tweed, let’s just go. This is all you wanted to see right? I mean, there was that—that factory, yeah, let’s just leave.” I didn’t even bother to wait for a response before turning on my heel. I didn’t bother to check if she was still following me—I knew she was. I didn’t ask her for the directions that we needed in order to get back to the factory we had found earlier, since I had already written down the instructions in my mind. Right, left, right, right. The worn outer features that had seemed blurry when we passed them earlier now seemed crystal clear, from each piece of rust to each missing pane of glass that would, in a perfect world, fill the couple of windows that cut into the front of the square building. I had to be careful not to cut my hands on the rusted hinges that had thrown the door off its path. To be fair, it made getting into the building next to nothing in terms of a challenge, and as soon as I pushed the door open further than it had been stuck for who knows how long, rays of light began to stream in and cover everything in a warm glow of yellow. The ceilings stretched up further than I could see, the once shining lights now a dead, dull gray. I had almost forgotten about Tweed, only her footsteps behind me reminding me that she was still following. The main room we were standing in was large enough to send an echo across the room, and this was affirmed as I expressed my excitement in a way that was nothing short of childlike. “Whoa, Tweed, look over here. Or here, wow, this could be ancient!” I was scampering from place to place, pointing out little details that as they jumped out at me. After making a through scan of the massive room, I made my way back to her, standing only inches away, my eyes looking only slightly downward to meet hers. “We could make this a castle. You and me. This could be the kingdom I’ve been looking for.” |
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