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Jul. 3rd, 2012 11:09 pm[ The carousel is old, abandoned, and musty. It doesn't even work anymore. The paint on the wooden horses has chipped, giving them a ghastly appearance. Perhaps not as noticeable but just as eerie is the how rust from the rain has caused the bolts to rust, the copper running down giving it almost the appearance of blood.
It's foggy--not thick, but the clouds are in the sky, overcast and grey. It's difficult to tell what time of day it is. The temperature is light: a pleasant spring breeze, but there's nothing growing. On the contrary--all of the trees are dead, unable to bear even the smallest of leaves. The wind rustles, a particularly large tree giving a tap-tap-tap to the old carousel's roof.
You awake slumped over a peeling, chipped black horse, greeted with the tap-tap-tap. The view is not much to look at: the merry-go-round is placed in the middle of a road of a once-busy city that has long since been abandoned and let down.
Looks like you're on your own for now. ]
It's foggy--not thick, but the clouds are in the sky, overcast and grey. It's difficult to tell what time of day it is. The temperature is light: a pleasant spring breeze, but there's nothing growing. On the contrary--all of the trees are dead, unable to bear even the smallest of leaves. The wind rustles, a particularly large tree giving a tap-tap-tap to the old carousel's roof.
You awake slumped over a peeling, chipped black horse, greeted with the tap-tap-tap. The view is not much to look at: the merry-go-round is placed in the middle of a road of a once-busy city that has long since been abandoned and let down.
Looks like you're on your own for now. ]
