blog #4
Azula and Shawn walked along the bland hallways as an attempt to find Shawns mystery room. As they headed for the elevator to take them to the fourth floor, they talked and laughed as if they had always known each other. The elevator arrived and the doors slowly opened as the two newfound friends rushed down the hallway to catch it. As the climbed in, the sound of classical music flooded their ears.
The two had finally reached the fourth floor as they set out to find apartment 408. The fourth floor was much different than where Azula lived. It seemed almost dirty and had a very distinct, old-timey smell. After few twist and turns, Azula guided Shawn to apartment 408.
“I can't thank you enough,” said Shawn as he glanced up at Azula.
“It's really no problem!” She said with the brightest smile.
Before Shawn knew it, Azula was gone and all that was left was himself, his belongings, and a key. He inserted it into the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door.
The room was not what Shawn was expecting. The table beside the bed was layered in dust, the mattress was lumpy and disoriented, and the window had a luxurious view of a brick wall. Shawn sat his belongs down on the floor by the door and walked into the kitchen. The countertops had crusted over with substances that had never been cleaned up, the walls had been stained by smoke, but, most disturbingly, the floor contained a dead, dismembered, frog. Its eyes had been picked out by some unknown creature lingering in the walls and its legs had been ripped from its torso.
“Well…..” Shawn murmured to himself, “I guess this will have to do.”
The two had finally reached the fourth floor as they set out to find apartment 408. The fourth floor was much different than where Azula lived. It seemed almost dirty and had a very distinct, old-timey smell. After few twist and turns, Azula guided Shawn to apartment 408.
“I can't thank you enough,” said Shawn as he glanced up at Azula.
“It's really no problem!” She said with the brightest smile.
Before Shawn knew it, Azula was gone and all that was left was himself, his belongings, and a key. He inserted it into the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door.
The room was not what Shawn was expecting. The table beside the bed was layered in dust, the mattress was lumpy and disoriented, and the window had a luxurious view of a brick wall. Shawn sat his belongs down on the floor by the door and walked into the kitchen. The countertops had crusted over with substances that had never been cleaned up, the walls had been stained by smoke, but, most disturbingly, the floor contained a dead, dismembered, frog. Its eyes had been picked out by some unknown creature lingering in the walls and its legs had been ripped from its torso.
“Well…..” Shawn murmured to himself, “I guess this will have to do.”
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