Post by Alton Plaskett on Apr 28, 2013 17:07:45 GMT -5
He hadn't gotten out much since moving to this god-forsaken town. There were too many ghost stories lingering around, and his sister had made it her goal to make his life a living hell because of it. A guy died there! Some kid was dragged by some invisible force over there! She always had some sort of story to tell him about every square foot of the place. Why did their parents need to move in the first place? They were doing perfectly fine where they were without them interfering.
With a sigh, the blond attempted to comb back his unruly blond hair. He was currently at the gallery. It seemed safe enough, so why not try it out? Of course, his sister was sure to scream out facts and rumors about the place just as he was heading out the door. At least she didn't follow him. No, she was too busy playing Amnesia on her computer. Freedom at last, he could enjoy himself without her constantly looming over his shoulder.
Zipping up his hoodie as far as it would go, the blond shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. Blue eyes stared out at the walls, some bare with a few paintings lingering here and there while others were covered from side to side with various pieces of artwork. The most interesting of the paintings happened to be one of the ones which covered the entire wall, leaving little to no space for the white behind it. He never really understood artwork, preferring his music over anything else because he never had to see certain images that tended to stick with you for the rest of your life, but the artist the gallery currently features seemed decent enough.
He just had to avert his eyes when the random naked ladies and men showed up. No matter what, a reoccurring theme within all the artwork he had ever seen dealt with nudity. It was strange, and he didn't like it. So says the boy who was sheltered most of his life. Clearing the thought from his mind, Alton went back to observing the large painting, checking his wrist watch every once in a while to make sure it never got too late.
6:36 pm. When did the gallery close, again? He didn't know.
With a sigh, the blond attempted to comb back his unruly blond hair. He was currently at the gallery. It seemed safe enough, so why not try it out? Of course, his sister was sure to scream out facts and rumors about the place just as he was heading out the door. At least she didn't follow him. No, she was too busy playing Amnesia on her computer. Freedom at last, he could enjoy himself without her constantly looming over his shoulder.
Zipping up his hoodie as far as it would go, the blond shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. Blue eyes stared out at the walls, some bare with a few paintings lingering here and there while others were covered from side to side with various pieces of artwork. The most interesting of the paintings happened to be one of the ones which covered the entire wall, leaving little to no space for the white behind it. He never really understood artwork, preferring his music over anything else because he never had to see certain images that tended to stick with you for the rest of your life, but the artist the gallery currently features seemed decent enough.
He just had to avert his eyes when the random naked ladies and men showed up. No matter what, a reoccurring theme within all the artwork he had ever seen dealt with nudity. It was strange, and he didn't like it. So says the boy who was sheltered most of his life. Clearing the thought from his mind, Alton went back to observing the large painting, checking his wrist watch every once in a while to make sure it never got too late.
6:36 pm. When did the gallery close, again? He didn't know.