In need of a drink|Sensatiamens, Sensatia
Mar 26, 2007 6:47:33 GMT -5
Post by jomo1992 on Mar 26, 2007 6:47:33 GMT -5
Rain splattered the windows of Orlando's house, rendering the usually pleasant view blurred. The storm thundered down on the roof. Orlando was attempting to read, but it was near on impossible with the deafening roar of the rainstorm raging on. Without warning, a few drops of water leaked through the roof, landing on his book, smudging the ink. Frustrated, Orlando slammed the book shut. He opened the door and strode outside.
A thick blanket of angry-looking grey clouds coated the small but well-defended village. The lack of sunlight made everything seem to be drained of colour. The ground underfoot was covered with a thick layer of muddy... slosh that was thin enough to allow a boot to penetrate it, but heavy enough to make walking much more difficult. The heavy rain flattened Orlando's fringe against his face and wheighed down his clothes.
Orlando held his fingers up to the mind symbol on his forehead. Concentrating intensely, he formed a bubble-shaped forcefield around himself. To most minds, this would be a very difficult, but to Orlando, who had been well trained, it was a simple task. Raindrops bounced off the forcefield surrounding him and landed in the thick muck.
Orlando strolled through the muddy streets. Golden light illuminating from the windows lit up the dark silhouettes of houses and stores. Orlando was probably the only person in Sensatia that didn't know everyone else in Sensatia. This was because he spent very little time in town, he spent most of his time working. The cold wormed through his heavy jacket and bit into his flesh. After about seven minutes of walking he had reached the tavern.
Orlando eased his way into the inviting warmth inside. Torches flickered on the walls, casting dancing shadows everywhere. Sitting down in one of the many vacant tables, he called out to the barkeeper for a cup of whiskey.
A thick blanket of angry-looking grey clouds coated the small but well-defended village. The lack of sunlight made everything seem to be drained of colour. The ground underfoot was covered with a thick layer of muddy... slosh that was thin enough to allow a boot to penetrate it, but heavy enough to make walking much more difficult. The heavy rain flattened Orlando's fringe against his face and wheighed down his clothes.
Orlando held his fingers up to the mind symbol on his forehead. Concentrating intensely, he formed a bubble-shaped forcefield around himself. To most minds, this would be a very difficult, but to Orlando, who had been well trained, it was a simple task. Raindrops bounced off the forcefield surrounding him and landed in the thick muck.
Orlando strolled through the muddy streets. Golden light illuminating from the windows lit up the dark silhouettes of houses and stores. Orlando was probably the only person in Sensatia that didn't know everyone else in Sensatia. This was because he spent very little time in town, he spent most of his time working. The cold wormed through his heavy jacket and bit into his flesh. After about seven minutes of walking he had reached the tavern.
Orlando eased his way into the inviting warmth inside. Torches flickered on the walls, casting dancing shadows everywhere. Sitting down in one of the many vacant tables, he called out to the barkeeper for a cup of whiskey.