Post by Jamia on Mar 6, 2006 22:38:12 GMT 9.5
Jamia wandered the silent, spiraling corridors of her new home, carrying her heavy, wooden chemistry kit in the pale fingers of her right hand, and her antique Louis Vuitton Suitcase in her left hand. She stopped in front of a large oak door, with a small brass plaque on it. It read ‘6’, and she then knew this was the place to go. She took a small key from the pocket of her knee-length black leather jacket and unlocked the door, revealing a large room with hardwood floors, a large, black-draped four poster bed, and a massive window shrouded in black velvet curtains, gathering spider webs and dust, never to be opened.
She sighed as she picked up her luggage and dragged it into the room with her. She picked them up with effort and dropped them on the bed. She stripped off her jacket, revealing the red corset and short black skirt covering her tiny frame. She folded the jacket over her arm and sat it next to her chemistry set. She ran a finger along the grain of the wood, before releasing the clasps on the front and opening it. Inside the lid were 4 test tubes, each with their own stopper, and in the bottom lay small lidded flasks of any chemical imaginable. She pulled out a tiny flask of purple liquid, held it up to the candlelight and swirled the flask around, causing its contents to change into a vivid red. A sudden noise caused her to gasp and shut the kit, rattling the test tubes. She spun around to face the sound. There, sitting in her room atop the wardrobe, was her Owl Cambria. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing it was just her. She then locked up the chemistry kits, and carefully slid it under the mattress, concealing the toxins, acids and bases contained in it.
She sighed as she picked up her luggage and dragged it into the room with her. She picked them up with effort and dropped them on the bed. She stripped off her jacket, revealing the red corset and short black skirt covering her tiny frame. She folded the jacket over her arm and sat it next to her chemistry set. She ran a finger along the grain of the wood, before releasing the clasps on the front and opening it. Inside the lid were 4 test tubes, each with their own stopper, and in the bottom lay small lidded flasks of any chemical imaginable. She pulled out a tiny flask of purple liquid, held it up to the candlelight and swirled the flask around, causing its contents to change into a vivid red. A sudden noise caused her to gasp and shut the kit, rattling the test tubes. She spun around to face the sound. There, sitting in her room atop the wardrobe, was her Owl Cambria. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing it was just her. She then locked up the chemistry kits, and carefully slid it under the mattress, concealing the toxins, acids and bases contained in it.