Post by Sliprunner on Sept 18, 2014 23:42:27 GMT -6
The sound of a man’s footsteps echoed through the hall, there was no sense of urgency in the movements, slow and deliberate. The air was in an almost dead silence save for the footsteps, even his own soft breaths could be heard. As he passed a window, looking out to the courtyard beyond, a pair of tree’s stood stalwart with intertwined branches over a stone tile trail. No chirp of bird fill the air and the leaves were still as not even a soft wind blew. Taking only a few moments to admire the scene before continuing on, doors to both the left and right hung open with classrooms just beyond. Papers could be seen scattered here and there, a notebook still sitting open on one of the desks with an unfinished drawing upon the pages. The man paid little heed to this as he continued on to a flight of stairs. At the stairs he stopped, peering down the wooden stairwell for only a moment before beginning his decent. The aged wood creaking under each footfall, adding new sound to the still air, though only to last until the man set foot on the floor below.
The man took a single look around, unsurprised by the empty halls. Seeing many more papers scattered around with even the occasional textbook scattered and opened, the words and images of these pages long sense bled away. The floor itself was cracked in places and the walls themselves seemed slightly battered. He didn’t dwell long on this though as he begun to move down the hall once again, towards what he could place to be a lobby at the far end. Passing another window he glanced out to the court yard again, the grass had long sense overgrown, as tall as the man’s arms were long. This again was something he dwelt little on as he continued moving forward. Into the lobby he entered, the large double doors leading in only barely hanging on their hinges, spread open as if only recently a crowd had passed through. A backpack lay to the side, spilling out pencils, notes and books, a small stuffed fox sticking out. This held the man’s interest as he moved over and picked it up, finding it was still soft to the touch, soon placing it on his shoulder in an almost absent minded manner.
Finally the man looked to the double doors, moving to pass through them he could see the courtyard in full, a large iron gate quite rusted still stood at the far end of the trail, the fence it locked having long sense fallen into disarray. Still the gate stood, as if to bar the way to those who would enter the school grounds. The man cared little as he came to the gate, looking to see the town beyond the gate, just as still and silent as the school itself. With a gruff movement the man lifted himself over the gate, the cracking of the weakened metal as clear for anyone to hear. He paused for a moment though to pick up the stuffed animal as it fell from his shoulder, placing it back upon its rest before turning towards the town once more. The road having long sense given way to the dirt and grass underneath, a car even sat almost mockingly at a traffic light, seemingly waiting for the light that had long sense died to turn colors. The street lamps themselves seemed in almost as much disarray as the man continued his pace, each slow deliberate step echoing through the still air. Not even the mice seemed to stir in this place, yet still he moved as if searching for something yet in no rush to find it.
It seemed like all eternity had passed only to halt suddenly as he walked, storefronts still showing an open sign, newspapers spread across the streets though having long lost any legibility. As the man moved, he looked to the sun, ever so slowly descending from the sky, the man gave but a simple smile, standing at the edge of the street as he saw the sun set beyond the horizon, he whispered softly to seemingly nothing yet everything “There’s no reason to hide anymore” As the sun’s light faded from the scene, a soft wind blew and rustled the leaves of the tree's that stood stalwart over the path to the school, creaking as the wind shifted. Through the branches the wind passed, creating a soft whistling tune, like nature playing an instrument of its own. In a sudden skitter of motion, a pair of mice moved to investigate the only witness to the event, a small stuffed fox sitting upon the cracked road and looking towards the school.
The man took a single look around, unsurprised by the empty halls. Seeing many more papers scattered around with even the occasional textbook scattered and opened, the words and images of these pages long sense bled away. The floor itself was cracked in places and the walls themselves seemed slightly battered. He didn’t dwell long on this though as he begun to move down the hall once again, towards what he could place to be a lobby at the far end. Passing another window he glanced out to the court yard again, the grass had long sense overgrown, as tall as the man’s arms were long. This again was something he dwelt little on as he continued moving forward. Into the lobby he entered, the large double doors leading in only barely hanging on their hinges, spread open as if only recently a crowd had passed through. A backpack lay to the side, spilling out pencils, notes and books, a small stuffed fox sticking out. This held the man’s interest as he moved over and picked it up, finding it was still soft to the touch, soon placing it on his shoulder in an almost absent minded manner.
Finally the man looked to the double doors, moving to pass through them he could see the courtyard in full, a large iron gate quite rusted still stood at the far end of the trail, the fence it locked having long sense fallen into disarray. Still the gate stood, as if to bar the way to those who would enter the school grounds. The man cared little as he came to the gate, looking to see the town beyond the gate, just as still and silent as the school itself. With a gruff movement the man lifted himself over the gate, the cracking of the weakened metal as clear for anyone to hear. He paused for a moment though to pick up the stuffed animal as it fell from his shoulder, placing it back upon its rest before turning towards the town once more. The road having long sense given way to the dirt and grass underneath, a car even sat almost mockingly at a traffic light, seemingly waiting for the light that had long sense died to turn colors. The street lamps themselves seemed in almost as much disarray as the man continued his pace, each slow deliberate step echoing through the still air. Not even the mice seemed to stir in this place, yet still he moved as if searching for something yet in no rush to find it.
It seemed like all eternity had passed only to halt suddenly as he walked, storefronts still showing an open sign, newspapers spread across the streets though having long lost any legibility. As the man moved, he looked to the sun, ever so slowly descending from the sky, the man gave but a simple smile, standing at the edge of the street as he saw the sun set beyond the horizon, he whispered softly to seemingly nothing yet everything “There’s no reason to hide anymore” As the sun’s light faded from the scene, a soft wind blew and rustled the leaves of the tree's that stood stalwart over the path to the school, creaking as the wind shifted. Through the branches the wind passed, creating a soft whistling tune, like nature playing an instrument of its own. In a sudden skitter of motion, a pair of mice moved to investigate the only witness to the event, a small stuffed fox sitting upon the cracked road and looking towards the school.