I left the bed, wrapping the sheets around myself like a cloak and searched the room for clothing.I hoped it was Giselle down there and I hadn't made a horrible mistake last night. Was it the bender from hell or something? Not that she didn't deserve it.
"Just looking for some clothes!"
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No no no no. I didn't like this. I had never got that drunk and these looked awfully familiar.I begrugedly put them on, not enjoying the feel of them on my skin. I moved quickly towards the voice and the food. That would at least give some comfort. The clothes felt like memories I wanted to forget. I longed for a clean suit and a clean mind. I felt like I'd been put on spin cycle with some bricks and dirt.
"Hello? It's Edmund. What uh... What happened to my clothes?"
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 19, 2018 22:00:21 GMT -8
The house was very strange; empty, barren. Barely any signs of anyone living there. No family photos or decor, not even a stack of magazines on a coffee table. The smell of cooking meat hung in the steamy air. You rounded the corner by the sliding door-- damn, that latch was still broken. Standing in the kitchen was a woman in a soaking wet dress suit. Water pooled beneath her, her pantyhose were shredded, legs scraped and bleeding. Her blazer and skirt had probably once been a cream shade, now a dingy, stained beige. She turned around-- strawberry blonde hair gone a dismal brown with moisture, tangled over her forehead. Her skin was greyish, verging on blue at her lips.
Diane- "Edmund, good morning."
Her voice was raspy, barely audible.
Doesn't matter much to me, as long as it's skeletons.