07-06-2008, 04:53 PM
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This is thread #4 of my current plot grab bag. Please see the link so you know what's going on! !@#$%Anselm may have had nerves of steel, but even he was a little on edge here. The old office building, a skyscraper in its own right, was eerie in its state of abandonment. While many of the smaller buildings he had seen appeared to be ravished, plundered, and emptied, this place looked like the humans might just come waltzing back in any second. Some slightly yellowed printer paper was scattered about on the floor, but many of the desks and cubicles were strangely intact. !@#$%On all fours he tiptoed throughout the streets and paths that wove their way through the office prison blocks, and occasionally he would poke his head inside. Along the walls were poor renditions of meadows, people, and animals, drawn by human children whose parents chose to showcase their silly art at work. He couldn't comprehend the meaning of these pictures, especially since some offices had actual photographs--which were much more accurate in their portrayal of reality. Human families smiling together in fancy dress watched him with strangely vacant eyes. He did not like the feeling at all, and he wasn't even superstitious. !@#$%Somewhere up on the tenth floor (out of a good fifteen), he reared back on his hind legs and propped himself up against a window sill. The door to this manager's office and been wide open, but the fancy leather chair and golden trinkets on the desk failed to capture his interest as much as the view outside. Only now did he realise how truly high up he was--and it was certainly mind boggling. One ear flicked as he thought he heard something outside, and he now jumped back lightly to the ground and turned about. His ears pressed forward as he scooted underneath the desk and peered, with blood red eyes, out into the hallway from underneath it. Had he really heard something?  |