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 Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 2:16 pm
A dark room at the back of the hall lit only with five candles placed strategically around the room. An old canopy bed lay in the farthest corner of the room with black Egyptian cotton sheets and comforter. A desk lay opposite the bed with a quill and ink and parchment that seems like from the eighteen hundreds. The room's owner never really had outgrown her liking of the eighteen hundreds.
But the most remarkable features in the room were the assortment of instruments and art supplies in the emptiest corner, left of the door. There was an expensive piano, tall and slender but well cared for. Right beside that was a wooden chair that held a finely polished violin. And then beside that was a tall eisal that contained many paint tubes in its tray and a few ebony pencils and white erasers. On the bed, though, there was an open guitar case with the actual instrument laying on the bed.
Beside the window was a tall ceiling-to-floor book shelf with hundreds of books ranging in age and genre, collected in all of the owner's eight hundred years of life.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:42 am
Alice walked over to the door and knocked. "I see you are a fan of the 18th century style to eh? Very nice...I didn't think anybody but me actually liked this kind of stuff." she smiled.
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