by The Kingpin » Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:44 pm
this room was more of an office. it was small, and a large bookcase decorated each wall, though one had fallen forward, seemingly stopping dead as it landed on the backs of two chairs, the table between them still having two cups propped on it, though whatever was in them had long since rotted away. the desk at the end of the room had deep gouges in it, and behind it was a fallen office chair, a skeleton lying in it, severely mangled, the skeleton of a Raptor lying beside it, the human's hand wrapped around a small firearm, rusted and corroded from years of neglect and disuse. On the other end of the room to the entrance was a door leading down a narrow corridor, doors on either side, darkness dominating the room aside from a single doorway, which let out a lance of piercing light, the dust in the room making the beam of light visible, the door that had covered that spot laying in a heavily mangled splintered heap across from the entrance, against the opposite wall of the corridor. unlike the faded light in the lab, the light from that doorway near the end of the corridor was clear and strong. the darkness separating Aircrest and the doorway seemed ominous and foreboding, the excessive growth of plants having been especially bad here, seeming to originate from the light, vines plastered across the floor, walls and ceiling...
Crusher, meanwhile, had been walking alongside the stream, the sound of the running water calming him. water had always calmed him. he could remember one of his first memories was being curled up against his mother's flank at night, the trickle of the shallow river near the nest having lulled him to sleep. The young Tyrannosaur searched around, wondering if he could find a source of entertainment...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG