Everett's House.   Posted by The Complete.Group: 0
The Complete
 GM, 267 posts
 Master of All Elements
 Leader of the Village
Sat 12 Sep 2015
at 02:30
Everett's House
A rented house that Everett is staying in, he will describe it in the next post.
Everett Strype
 Light, 2 posts
 Age: 16
 Male
Sat 12 Sep 2015
at 11:29
Everett's House
Tucked cosily within some of the denser undergrowth of the forest, is a small, run down log cabin. The only means one has of getting to this little retreat, is via a barely noticeable dirt footpath that weaves through the woods. The path itself however is mostly overgrown, and almost impossible to find, if one did not already know where it was or at least what to look for.

Surrounded by crooked, towering trees, covered by a leafy canopy, and with green veins of ivy creeping up its wooden walls, you might be inclined to think that the world has all but forgotten this humblest of homes. However that is not the case, for it is the home of sixteen year old Everett Strype. His occupation usually being evidenced by the soft glow of firelight from the cabin's living rooms windows, as well as the delicate curls of smoke that rise up from the chimney.

The interior is as honest and humble as the exterior, albeit in much nicer condition. The living room is quaint and cosy, with a fireplace, one overstuffed couch, an old armchair, a dining table with chairs, and even an ancient upright piano in one corner. The house's kitchen is decently stocked, and does have the capability to sustain it's refrigerator and gas stove. There is one barely operational bathroom with adequate facilities and running water. And finally there is one bedroom, sporting a rickety bed, ratty curtains, writing desk and various other furnishings. None of these rooms are very spacious, but they all exhibit that nice kind of personality that such small homes usually have.


Everett Strype
 Light, 3 posts
 Age: 16
 Male
Sat 12 Sep 2015
at 12:29
Everett's House
The hazy film of sleep still clouded his vision, as the bedraggled boy rolled his head to the side in a half conscious motion that would present him with the sight of his alarm clock. Tired blue eyes found the blurry shape that was said time keeping device, and as his eyes focused the young man could not help but note the lack of any ringing sound. The usual sound that accompanied alarm clocks in the morning. Not yet lucid enough to recognise what the precise time was, the untidy blonde was however, awake enough to realise one awful fact... He was late for his first day of school...

Whether or not it had made a sound, the alarm clock did indeed do its duty. Alarming the lad into the sudden panic that only a student late for class can manage to achieve.

Lurching out of his bed, becoming entangled in the white sheets, tripping and flailing maniacally through the air, the youngster, Everett Strype, began a highly rushed performance of that oh so famous dance. The I'mLateOnMyFirstDayOfSchoolThisIsCertainlyNotGoodWhatAmIGoingToDo Boogie.

What a dance it was too. Everett frantically rifled through the unpacked cardboard boxes that lay about his bedroom in order to find some clothes. In a flurry of motion he began pulling a white t-shirt over his head, whilst simultaneously attempting to essentially jump into in a pair of cargo shorts. Difficult as it was to do those two things at the same time, Everett was also managing to hobble out of his room and towards the cabins only bathroom.

Less than five minutes later, the relative peace of the forest outside his house was violently disturbed, by Everett himself bursting out of the front door. Sparing only a second to lock the door behind him, the sprightly sixteen year old leapt from the porch and commenced running down the beaten track which would lead him towards the village, looking rather silly as he did so with a piece of half eaten toast hanging from his mouth.

The breakfast item began to disappear down the gullet of the lad, as he bolted through the woods away from his home. Unknowingly leaving a faint trail of ethereal light dancing behind him, only for it to dissipate into the air as he continued on his way.

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