Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones
WHO: Dwei and Veronica
WHEN: Sunday the 22nd, Afternoon
WHERE: Veronika's torture chamber House.
WHAT: The basement. The basement. The basement. The basement. THE BASEMENT.
Normally having the house to himself was cause for celebration. In such cases as these, Dewi Ainsworth found himself leaping on Arthur's couches, laughing to himself about how cross he would be if he knew, singing Fly Me to the Moon into his hairbrush, which incidentally Arthur would also be cross about, but today he was neither in the mood to sing nor leap on couches. Dewi was rather bored, actually, and he wondered briefly - briefly - how Arthur was faring in his new bookstore.
Dewi had no new bookstore to play around in, but he desired a change of scenery; soon he was at Veronika's. He assumed that she was home, as the front door was unlocked, but after calling her name repeatedly and getting no reply, he went to scour the house for her.
This was a peculiar door. Now that he thought about it, he'd never been down here. She always seemed so keen on distracting his attention from it, and as he pulled the door open, he took note of the thick doors and how soundproof the walls appeared to be. Yes, this had to be where she was.
And as he descended into the darkness and felt along the wall for the light switch, the true test of the soundproof walls could barely withstand his scream.
WHEN: Sunday the 22nd, Afternoon
WHERE: Veronika's torture chamber House.
WHAT: The basement. The basement. The basement. The basement. THE BASEMENT.
Normally having the house to himself was cause for celebration. In such cases as these, Dewi Ainsworth found himself leaping on Arthur's couches, laughing to himself about how cross he would be if he knew, singing Fly Me to the Moon into his hairbrush, which incidentally Arthur would also be cross about, but today he was neither in the mood to sing nor leap on couches. Dewi was rather bored, actually, and he wondered briefly - briefly - how Arthur was faring in his new bookstore.
Dewi had no new bookstore to play around in, but he desired a change of scenery; soon he was at Veronika's. He assumed that she was home, as the front door was unlocked, but after calling her name repeatedly and getting no reply, he went to scour the house for her.
This was a peculiar door. Now that he thought about it, he'd never been down here. She always seemed so keen on distracting his attention from it, and as he pulled the door open, he took note of the thick doors and how soundproof the walls appeared to be. Yes, this had to be where she was.
And as he descended into the darkness and felt along the wall for the light switch, the true test of the soundproof walls could barely withstand his scream.