They cut the hardline.
This room - there's something familiar about it. It's spacious and old-fashioned, with a pair of unmade double beds covered in dusty pink bedspreads, and lamps that could be from the 1930s placed on mahogany tables to either side of the beds. The floral wallpaper on the walls is peeling in places, or outright missing. The carpet is a deep, dingy rose. While there's a bathroom off to the side, there's also a sink in the room as was the favored style of earlier times, with a small, slightly cracked mirror over it. An ornate fireplace is on the wall directly across from the sink. There's also a wooden desk and a chair, the former of which looks like it ran into some baking soda lately...Overhead is the ominous turn of a lighted ceiling fan. There's the occasional empty bottle or overflowing ashtray.
Between the two beds is another mahogany table, and upon that table is an old-fashioned rotary phone. And perhaps it's a trick of the light, but everywhere you look, things seem awfully green.
If you're really feeling observant, maybe you'd see the DVD half-hidden under the covers of one of the beds, open to a famous photograph of a very famous crane kick.
The door opens with an ominous creak. This room has an amazing ability to never seem homey. Somewhere, a sink is dripping.
Between the two beds is another mahogany table, and upon that table is an old-fashioned rotary phone. And perhaps it's a trick of the light, but everywhere you look, things seem awfully green.
If you're really feeling observant, maybe you'd see the DVD half-hidden under the covers of one of the beds, open to a famous photograph of a very famous crane kick.
The door opens with an ominous creak. This room has an amazing ability to never seem homey. Somewhere, a sink is dripping.