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[Outside World]
Feb. 11th, 2009 04:45 pmAt first glance, the room is like any other--a door that opens off to the second-floor hall, another door set into the right wall, a window with the curtains drawn almost completely together. In his perennial search for cigarettes, the room appears to bear little consideration.
The gap between the curtains catches John's eye, and he draws in a slow and shaking breath.
He closes the door behind him, then throws the curtains wide open; he half-expects to see the grounds, the trees, the walls of the Mansion curving in on themselves ... but instead, he sees a neat little chain-link fence and a line of identical two-story houses. The sight makes him laugh, that startled, honest laugh that sounds half-foreign on his lips. "Jesus Christ," he says to himself, low; "I'm in suburbia."
John swings open the second door, taking note of the address as he goes. Wherever he is, there's got to be a convenience store somewhere in the area--and he's dying for a few cartons of cigarettes.
The gap between the curtains catches John's eye, and he draws in a slow and shaking breath.
He closes the door behind him, then throws the curtains wide open; he half-expects to see the grounds, the trees, the walls of the Mansion curving in on themselves ... but instead, he sees a neat little chain-link fence and a line of identical two-story houses. The sight makes him laugh, that startled, honest laugh that sounds half-foreign on his lips. "Jesus Christ," he says to himself, low; "I'm in suburbia."
John swings open the second door, taking note of the address as he goes. Wherever he is, there's got to be a convenience store somewhere in the area--and he's dying for a few cartons of cigarettes.
