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itinere2016-11-09 09:57 pm
onemanhurricane) wrote in itinere2016-11-09 09:57 pm
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Open Action - Arrival
He would never admit it, but Alexander needed a break.
He set his pen down on his desk and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and alleviate the pressure that sat in the center of his head. The candle that Eliza had set beside him earlier that evening had burned down almost to the stub, the flame flickering wildly and throwing shadows over the essay he was writing. His words were starting to bleed into one another on the page, barely legible in proper light let alone in the fading glow of a dying candle. That was probably the source of his headache. In any case, he needed to clear his head before finishing. A late night snack and some fresh air would reset his senses.
Alexander slipped his glasses into a pocket in his trousers as he stood and blew the candle out. In hindsight, a poor decision this late at night. On the way to the kitchen, he stubbed his toe on the couch and tripped over one of Philip's toys. Swearing under his breath, he sincerely hoped he didn't wake the children, especially little Alex Jr. The baby was a challenge to put to bed, and Eliza would have his head if he woke him. After pausing and listening to the stillness of the house, Alexander sighed silently in relief and picked his way to his destination. He plucked the last apple from the bowl on the table and walked to the back door. A stroll in the garden at night would do him well.
He had almost missed the mysterious door that had suddenly appeared on a previously blank wall. Alexander strolled right past it.
And then slowly...stepped...back...in front of it.
The first thought that crossed his brain was, "Huh, that's strange."
The second was, "Why is there an additional door in my house?"
He stood staring at the door, fiddling with his apple while contemplating whether to open it or pretend it wasn't there. It was late. He ought to finish the essay he was writing and join Eliza in bed. He should do that. But his curiosity was slowly getting the better of his common sense. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he figured out what lay beyond the strange door.
Beyond the threshold was soft sands and a cool, gentle breeze. The roll of the waves was calming and reminiscent of his childhood in the Caribbean. It was inviting. Strangely so. He stepped through the door, his boot sinking down in the sand. In the distance, he could see the lights of a small town.
Alexander fully stepped through and closed the door behind him. He needed to know more about this place, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had explored it.
He set his pen down on his desk and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and alleviate the pressure that sat in the center of his head. The candle that Eliza had set beside him earlier that evening had burned down almost to the stub, the flame flickering wildly and throwing shadows over the essay he was writing. His words were starting to bleed into one another on the page, barely legible in proper light let alone in the fading glow of a dying candle. That was probably the source of his headache. In any case, he needed to clear his head before finishing. A late night snack and some fresh air would reset his senses.
Alexander slipped his glasses into a pocket in his trousers as he stood and blew the candle out. In hindsight, a poor decision this late at night. On the way to the kitchen, he stubbed his toe on the couch and tripped over one of Philip's toys. Swearing under his breath, he sincerely hoped he didn't wake the children, especially little Alex Jr. The baby was a challenge to put to bed, and Eliza would have his head if he woke him. After pausing and listening to the stillness of the house, Alexander sighed silently in relief and picked his way to his destination. He plucked the last apple from the bowl on the table and walked to the back door. A stroll in the garden at night would do him well.
He had almost missed the mysterious door that had suddenly appeared on a previously blank wall. Alexander strolled right past it.
And then slowly...stepped...back...in front of it.
The first thought that crossed his brain was, "Huh, that's strange."
The second was, "Why is there an additional door in my house?"
He stood staring at the door, fiddling with his apple while contemplating whether to open it or pretend it wasn't there. It was late. He ought to finish the essay he was writing and join Eliza in bed. He should do that. But his curiosity was slowly getting the better of his common sense. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he figured out what lay beyond the strange door.
Beyond the threshold was soft sands and a cool, gentle breeze. The roll of the waves was calming and reminiscent of his childhood in the Caribbean. It was inviting. Strangely so. He stepped through the door, his boot sinking down in the sand. In the distance, he could see the lights of a small town.
Alexander fully stepped through and closed the door behind him. He needed to know more about this place, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had explored it.
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She's definitely not doing it however to have a stranger flush from embarrassment after looking her over. Even with his apology, her irritation remains clear. Blue's eyes remain narrowed and her arms cross over her chest. She also ignores his hand; manners are overrated sometimes. "Undressed women?"
The rest will sink in shortly. Then it'll be her turn to apologize.