NaNo2010 DAY THREE
Hanging out in the library, and being pretty productive when I'm not being stalked by some creeper. Since I moved to the really open area in the front of the library he seems to have backed off. Ugh, ugh. Being stared at or watched in anyway makes me just. So uncomfortable.
Anyone interested in some of my ~writing music~? Music posts take more effort than most, so if no one cares I won't bother. FFFFFFFFF
In other news, I like the houndstooth pants the cooking students here wear. They make me lol when I see them at work ♥
Somewhere in that same time frame, she'd picked up her obsession with the House.
Even the walls sectioning the house off from the sidewalks was grey, cement overgrowth creating the inaccessible out of a 3-story brown-brick monstrosity. It was a building with a story. Too brief to warrant a little bronze placard, but interesting enough to print of POINT OF INTEREST maps handed out at gas stations, it went like this:
"The large building was planned to serve as the state capitol building. During the construction, however, the city lost its bid to stand as the capital. It has been used on and off as a personal residence since."
No one was sure if any of the owners had ever gotten around to finishing the building. It never seemed like any of them actually /lived/ in this "personal residence" of theirs. The flagstone courtyard was untouched, the unbroken concrete of a new playground with three unadorned poles standing their sentry in a row in the front-center. Karen had seen a flag there.
She imagined that the walls inside, assuming there were walls and not simply the skeleton work waiting for its flesh, were peacock blue. Interspaced with dark-stained wood for door frames, passages into the offices no one would ever use. The front hall must be huge. Was there a basement? She had always obsessed over the basement. Was it an unfinished affair, as well? Just a blocked off room filled with furnaces and water pipes, the shameful base of a stately building. That was her favorite theory for years. Then, one day, she dreamt of the beautiful library that could dwell beneath the concrete flagstones. Rows of shelves and cabinets ready for all the state's history to fill them up and stay to rot into antiquity. "We'll digitize the records one day, once the budget allows." So, she now believed that there must be the beginnings of a library down there.
It was generally well known among all her friends that she had only one goal in life: she was going to get into that house one way or another. She'd been born in the hospital just down the street, and assumed that 2 days after, she must have seen that house when they took her home and she had become obsessed as soon as she knew that house existed. She'd asked for the house for her third birthday. She applied only to the local college, twice. When she was rejected, her parents forced her to attend the state university. After the one year of required on-campus residency, she had moved back to her hometown and obstinently rode the bus for an hour and a half each day to attend classes.
She was fairly certain her roommate understood the obession, but Michael was not the sort of person who was easily spurred into action. She had her plans to breach the house's front gate (the chains on it were rusted, anyway. It was closed, but never locked for that reason alone. It was /meaningful/ to cross the entryway, though. She'd convince someone of that eventually.) Once she was there, she wouldn't be able to go it alone. It wasn't sort of thing you did on your own. It was meant to be an adventure, for everyone.