06-15-2008, 09:34 PM
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He found the colors odd. Bright and bold – colors that he’d seen mostly concentrated in the pages of his books on plants. Bright blossoms on bushes of green. But this was different. The color pierced the city with such intensity, Pilot stood there stunned by its audacity. The house in the middle intrigued him the most – silver eyes drawn immediately to the brightly colored door. It beckoned him as if it would contain much more secrets and oddities then the others on either side.
The yellow door swung open with a sharp squeakkkk, and instantly his nose was invaded with the stale scent of dusty desertion. He took the first hesitant steps inside, blinking his eyes so that they may adjust to the light. Drapings were hung haphazardly over the windows, permitting only the smallest amount of light to permeate the window. He stepped inside, gazing around at the littered furniture and forgotten home. Some of the stuff he had seen before in the buildings of the old human city. What he saw in the corner intrigued him most. And old Alvarez acoustic toppled over in the corner of the room.