Into the Veil
Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2018 11:06 pm
((Samuel Howard continued from Room of Relaxation))
Samuel returned to the asylum on a whim. He'd slept fine in the dormitories, but he'd rather not sleep in a trashed room with a floor littered with beer bottles. The place he'd woken up was nice enough, and that he may as well return to spend the night.
While trying to find a place to rest Samuel found a library. After spending hours bored out of his mind in the dormitories, he decided to grab something to pass the time. He picked one book off the shelf, then a second, then a third. By the time he'd finished sampling the books available, the sun had gone down, and he thought it would be too dangerous to wander the asylum halls in the dark.
Well, it wasn't like he hadn't fallen asleep in a library before.
He curled up at the end of one of the bookshelves, far away from the library entrance . He'd stacked up books on both sides, and had his daypack in his lap. One of his hands was on the crossbow, perched on top of one of the stacks, just in case he needed to grab it quickly. His other hand was holding a flashlight, illuminating the pages of The Hobbit. The activity itself brought back fond memories, of the time before he had his own laptop, when he'd read by flashlight well into the night. And even now, after all this time and in this place, he could still get lost in a good story.
Samuel returned to the asylum on a whim. He'd slept fine in the dormitories, but he'd rather not sleep in a trashed room with a floor littered with beer bottles. The place he'd woken up was nice enough, and that he may as well return to spend the night.
While trying to find a place to rest Samuel found a library. After spending hours bored out of his mind in the dormitories, he decided to grab something to pass the time. He picked one book off the shelf, then a second, then a third. By the time he'd finished sampling the books available, the sun had gone down, and he thought it would be too dangerous to wander the asylum halls in the dark.
Well, it wasn't like he hadn't fallen asleep in a library before.
He curled up at the end of one of the bookshelves, far away from the library entrance . He'd stacked up books on both sides, and had his daypack in his lap. One of his hands was on the crossbow, perched on top of one of the stacks, just in case he needed to grab it quickly. His other hand was holding a flashlight, illuminating the pages of The Hobbit. The activity itself brought back fond memories, of the time before he had his own laptop, when he'd read by flashlight well into the night. And even now, after all this time and in this place, he could still get lost in a good story.