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Post by zeero on Aug 8, 2010 13:56:59 GMT -5
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On the empty summer streets, the thundering sound of a heavy storm was all to be heard. Water fell in fat droplets upon the earth, racing over the cracked pavement. It thundered against the rooftops of thousands of decrepit, abandoned buildings that once stood in one of the country's most loved cities. That, however, was all over now. Except for the few remnants of life that still crept around the aging streets, the enormous metropolis was dead.
In one overlooking window, however, a form stirred. Dark eyes shifted quickly, flickering as they observed the world below. Gwen watched the swirling mix of greys and whites with interest, enjoying the summer storm from a drier place. The terrier sat upon an old chair she'd shoved against the window for this very reason, and as she watched the droplets spatter against the window pane, she was thankful she'd found such a place to hide out in cooler weather. The old stone building was insulated nicely in most rooms to protect the art from temperature extremes. It also protected Gwen quite nicely.
Eventually, the terrier's mind began to wander. Her oddly-shaped head turned from the window, thoughts heavy in her eyes. quickly, she hopped from her perch and, with a quick shake of her head, trotted quickly out into the hall, claws clattering loudly against the smooth tiles. Gwen followed the long hallways expertly, swinging down a side corridor toward a small set of stairs. She galloped down two flights before turning toward another door. This one, however, opened into the main lobby. The bull terrier's eyes only lifted for a moment before she continued on her way.
Soon, the dog came to a dimly lit exhibit room. Long dead light bulbs hung above her head, and a dusty wooden floor rotted beneath her paws. In one long forgotten corner of the place was a bench. Gwen headed directly towards it, her tail slicing the air. As she came to a stop, she snuffed at the air quickly before burrowing her head beneath the bench, quickly emerging with an apple clenched between her jaws. It was one of four she had managed to collect over the past few days, wandering the park in search of fallen fruit. She dug into the green, wrinkled skin with enthusiasm, pink tongue licking the juice from the fleshy insides.
Gwen was soon wiping the last of the tangy juices from around her mouth with quick swipes of her tongue. She got to her paws eventually, stretching her muscles before continuing on her way. The place she had in mind wasn't too far away from her current location, and her short legs got her there quickly. Gwen's destination was a large pottery exhibit, brightly colored clay items filling a small case. elsewhere in the dim room, vases and plates stood, propped up so that the long-dead spotlights would hit them at perfect angles.
Settling down on her rear end, the bull terrier raised her head toward the many works, studying their shapes and colors. Soon, however, daydreams filled her head, carrying her conscience elsewhere.
t a g;; open.
m u s i c;; swing life away - rise against.
n o t e s;; first post at gc!
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