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There we go! Let's keep the suspense going a little more ;) Your turn @Asesina! Sorry, the post got a little longer as I had to describe the room where we are in
You enter the gas station. The room you enter is roughly 12x10 meters (40x33 ft).
The inside of the gas station is a mess. Exactly like you would have expected from the little you saw from outside.
Immediately to the right, along the long wall, there is a narrow table attached to the wall just below the broken windows. The years of being exposed to all kinds of weather have destroyed significant portions of it. Regardless of how well it was processed when it was built, you would not want to lean on it now, or place anything heavy on it. Either the plate would crack or the holds that keep it attached would fail. The bar chairs that once upon a time were placed right by the table for eating customers were either gone, or broken and scattered around the room.
On the short wall to the right, there are three built-in table and sofa groups. The red artificial leather that once covered the sofas, was now torn and slimy of the humidity. Years of mold and discoloration where now what sat there instead of happy and tired travellers. The tables were in equally poor shape as the one along the long wall next to them.
There is an open, broken door in the back right corner.
The long back wall is hidden behind useless, rusty refrigerator shelves with broken doors. The shelves themselves are empty as expected, some of them are in place, but most of them have fallen or are gone.
The space in the middle is a mess of toppled dry-ware shelves, pieces of glass, rotten wood, all kinds of materials that have been mangled unrecognizable by time and nature. To the left, right by the door is an ice-cream chest, rusty, broken and the glass shattered. It is filled to the brim with nasty, reddish brown water.
On the left, a rusty metal counter for receiving customers runs along the full length of the room. Cashier’s machines are gone, surprisingly the glass shelf in the middle of the counter where pastries used to be is somehow intact. It is held together by a loyal rusty metal frame. Close to the end where the entrance is, by the ice-cream chest, there is a swinging gate that the staff used to pass through long ago. Behind the counter, there is a row of tables and industrial kitchen machinery for preparing fast food, stoves, grills, ovens and microwaves. In the middle there is an opening with a view into the kitchen and offices. A doorway to the space is in the rear left corner next to a softie machine.
The red and white concrete walls are discoloured, cracked, dirty and covered by mould and various kinds of damage from humidity. The lights and ventilation systems are still in place, but rusty and useless. They have been that way for a long time. The floor is completely wet. The inside is not flooded, but there is a stench of humidity and decay.
A crash, rattle and a bang briefly echoes in the room as the stems hit the swing gate. The power of the impact breaks the hinges and the metal plate goes flying. It swings open smashing against the counter and detaching from it. Then it continues and smashes against the metallic table structure behind the counter, that is open from below. The detached door sends all kinds of metallic kitchen ware flying, pots and pans, scattering them around the floor behind the counter.
As the door swings open from the impact, you can see briefly a cat-like figure that now shoots further into the building, staying behind the counter. All you could see was that it was about knee height of an adult man and the fur was a mixture of sickening white/gray/washed-out yellow with small black dots.
Once the noise and chaos from the destroyed gate settles, you can hear sounds from the kitchen through the opening in the left side wall. You hear sounds of paws stepping around frantically and a body smashing against metallic structures. The noises disappear quickly as the cause of them apparently stops moving.
The inside of the gas station is a mess. Exactly like you would have expected from the little you saw from outside.
Immediately to the right, along the long wall, there is a narrow table attached to the wall just below the broken windows. The years of being exposed to all kinds of weather have destroyed significant portions of it. Regardless of how well it was processed when it was built, you would not want to lean on it now, or place anything heavy on it. Either the plate would crack or the holds that keep it attached would fail. The bar chairs that once upon a time were placed right by the table for eating customers were either gone, or broken and scattered around the room.
On the short wall to the right, there are three built-in table and sofa groups. The red artificial leather that once covered the sofas, was now torn and slimy of the humidity. Years of mold and discoloration where now what sat there instead of happy and tired travellers. The tables were in equally poor shape as the one along the long wall next to them.
There is an open, broken door in the back right corner.
The long back wall is hidden behind useless, rusty refrigerator shelves with broken doors. The shelves themselves are empty as expected, some of them are in place, but most of them have fallen or are gone.
The space in the middle is a mess of toppled dry-ware shelves, pieces of glass, rotten wood, all kinds of materials that have been mangled unrecognizable by time and nature. To the left, right by the door is an ice-cream chest, rusty, broken and the glass shattered. It is filled to the brim with nasty, reddish brown water.
On the left, a rusty metal counter for receiving customers runs along the full length of the room. Cashier’s machines are gone, surprisingly the glass shelf in the middle of the counter where pastries used to be is somehow intact. It is held together by a loyal rusty metal frame. Close to the end where the entrance is, by the ice-cream chest, there is a swinging gate that the staff used to pass through long ago. Behind the counter, there is a row of tables and industrial kitchen machinery for preparing fast food, stoves, grills, ovens and microwaves. In the middle there is an opening with a view into the kitchen and offices. A doorway to the space is in the rear left corner next to a softie machine.
The red and white concrete walls are discoloured, cracked, dirty and covered by mould and various kinds of damage from humidity. The lights and ventilation systems are still in place, but rusty and useless. They have been that way for a long time. The floor is completely wet. The inside is not flooded, but there is a stench of humidity and decay.
A crash, rattle and a bang briefly echoes in the room as the stems hit the swing gate. The power of the impact breaks the hinges and the metal plate goes flying. It swings open smashing against the counter and detaching from it. Then it continues and smashes against the metallic table structure behind the counter, that is open from below. The detached door sends all kinds of metallic kitchen ware flying, pots and pans, scattering them around the floor behind the counter.
As the door swings open from the impact, you can see briefly a cat-like figure that now shoots further into the building, staying behind the counter. All you could see was that it was about knee height of an adult man and the fur was a mixture of sickening white/gray/washed-out yellow with small black dots.
Once the noise and chaos from the destroyed gate settles, you can hear sounds from the kitchen through the opening in the left side wall. You hear sounds of paws stepping around frantically and a body smashing against metallic structures. The noises disappear quickly as the cause of them apparently stops moving.
@LuckyBlackCat We will see, we will see ;)
The shelter above the broken gas pumps offers a brief solace from the torrent-like rain. It wasn’t extremely windy, but water would rain and splash in regardless. At least it wasn’t equal to standing directly under a bucket like it was under the dark menacing skies. Though, if one already was thoroughly soaked by Mother Nature, it most likely didn’t matter much where you were. You were soaked and cold, period.
This close, the building still seemed good enough. Yes, the windows were shattered, and inside it looked a mess. The walls outside had received various decorations in the form of vines, mold, cracks and discoloration. From outside you can see some shelves, chairs and tables. None of them is where or in a position they are supposed to be. It is hard to tell, but the shop seems empty of all the wares it once had. It has been years already, so it is no surprise that a gas station this close to a big city and big suburban areas is already looted empty.
As you walk across the remainder of the lot, approaching the shattered doors of the gas station, you can see a brief glimpse of a shadow inside the building. It flashes by the door quickly. It seemed like a dog or a large cat, or something similar. It moved on four legs and had a tail. That much you are sure of, though there are many other things in the world that would fit the description. You don’t hear anything because of the rain, but you know what you saw.
This close, the building still seemed good enough. Yes, the windows were shattered, and inside it looked a mess. The walls outside had received various decorations in the form of vines, mold, cracks and discoloration. From outside you can see some shelves, chairs and tables. None of them is where or in a position they are supposed to be. It is hard to tell, but the shop seems empty of all the wares it once had. It has been years already, so it is no surprise that a gas station this close to a big city and big suburban areas is already looted empty.
As you walk across the remainder of the lot, approaching the shattered doors of the gas station, you can see a brief glimpse of a shadow inside the building. It flashes by the door quickly. It seemed like a dog or a large cat, or something similar. It moved on four legs and had a tail. That much you are sure of, though there are many other things in the world that would fit the description. You don’t hear anything because of the rain, but you know what you saw.
No worries! Nobody's life is dependent on this =) I'm excited to see how this plays out!
@BlueAjah And we are ready to start the next round Meg =) and like I said previously, take your time to write a good post since Sedjwick is somewhat preoccupied by other things. There is no need to hurry! ^_^
LOCATION: Road to Avveel
HEADING: East - South-East
A few miles to go before reaching the village.
The boy put all the feeble effort his fragile body could muster into moving the slab. He closed his eyes and pulled. He pulled hard. So hard, that it seemed he would pull his arms right off from their sockets before the slab would move. Such was his determination.
A faint glow of warm light radiated briefly from the boy’s body when the blessing of strength landed. The light swirled around like flowing water enveloping the boy’s small, nigh non-existent muscles and was absorbed into them. One might say the sight was beautiful. A young soul giving all of his effort and then suddenly receiving an increase in ability in an almost divine manner. Blessings were the hopes and dreams of Ganda and his stars after all. Once the light was gone, the slab started suddenly moving. It moved slowly, but it moved.
The ringing of the after-noon bells had made the child more aware of his surroundings. Sylvaine's voice reached his attention and broke his focus. Startled, the boy let go of the large slab by accident.
Because of the sudden increase in strength, he is unable to control his body properly and loses his grip and balance. He takes a couple of false steps backwards when his heel grabs hold of a big rock on the ground and he falls, his head barely missing another. Unfortunately, the slab had already reached the point of no return. Without anyone holding it, the large – compared to the boy – slab kept tilting. In a second or two, the only thing the fragile boy could do was scream, covering his head with his thin arms. Then the slab came down with its full might on the boy's legs.
HEADING: East - South-East
A few miles to go before reaching the village.
The boy put all the feeble effort his fragile body could muster into moving the slab. He closed his eyes and pulled. He pulled hard. So hard, that it seemed he would pull his arms right off from their sockets before the slab would move. Such was his determination.
A faint glow of warm light radiated briefly from the boy’s body when the blessing of strength landed. The light swirled around like flowing water enveloping the boy’s small, nigh non-existent muscles and was absorbed into them. One might say the sight was beautiful. A young soul giving all of his effort and then suddenly receiving an increase in ability in an almost divine manner. Blessings were the hopes and dreams of Ganda and his stars after all. Once the light was gone, the slab started suddenly moving. It moved slowly, but it moved.
The ringing of the after-noon bells had made the child more aware of his surroundings. Sylvaine's voice reached his attention and broke his focus. Startled, the boy let go of the large slab by accident.
Because of the sudden increase in strength, he is unable to control his body properly and loses his grip and balance. He takes a couple of false steps backwards when his heel grabs hold of a big rock on the ground and he falls, his head barely missing another. Unfortunately, the slab had already reached the point of no return. Without anyone holding it, the large – compared to the boy – slab kept tilting. In a second or two, the only thing the fragile boy could do was scream, covering his head with his thin arms. Then the slab came down with its full might on the boy's legs.
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