Post by Zane Parsons on Feb 18, 2014 18:33:15 GMT -6
Why am I here? This isn't the library... Zane pushed open the doors of the auditorium, sifting his eyes over the chairs and envisioning a room filled with students, teachers and staff alike. He still vividly remembered the plays his parents took him to when he was a boy; the buzzing murmurs of anticipation, the aroma of heavy perfumes and manly colognes, and the rotten tomatoes thrown when the performance was equally rotten. He shuddered, recalling the time when one had exploded on him. It was all in the past, yet tomatoes got no love from him now.
I'm gonna pick up the pieces
And build a Lego house
The stage caught his eye, and his legs moved of their own accord towards it. It appeared to be recently polished, causing Zane to subconsciously step lightly upon it, placing his satchel on the oaken steps and removing his iPod and a bar of chocolate for contemplative nibbling. He moved towards the backstage, leaving the device playing softly, tracing his fingers on the curtains as he went.
If things go wrong we can knock it down
There were a few props in the closet, but nothing of note. He had to pass an awful amount of cobwebs on his way in, leaving him to ponder how often the place was used. It was a striking contrast with the polished wood and red satin seats. The place needed a Parsons' touch, and a Parsons' touch was available. It meant having to branch out a bit earlier than he had counted on. He hadn't planned on using his social skills until he had settled into his fur. Speaking of fur, he hadn't had a transformation recently. There had been inconsistent flares for a month, followed by a complete stop. He'd search for someone who knew about that kind of thing. Or maybe a book. Books had the best stuff.
lyric credit to Ed Sheeran