The Room without a Door

The walls are freshly painted with eggshell and india ink, soft tones color what what appears to some combination of complete peace and anarchy. Laundry and various papers and cards already on the floor, however a well stocked closet with various classy apparel from suit jackets to various traditional garb from India.

There is a distinct lack of bed and a hammock in the corner, along with pictures of the owner with tons of people line the walls opposite the huge window. A futon with someone sleeping on it, but not the owner. And a meticulously well kept bookshelf lined with classics and new things as well as various non-fiction take up the eastern wall. Sunflowers in a vase on the desk, and trillium in a window box growing up some lattice. The wall opposite the bookshelf is oddly blank, unless one notes the projector on the other side taking up a portion of the bookshelf.

"I'm done moving in, time for a nap." He takes quick strides toward the hammock which he launches himself up to and promptly falls. And then climbs up into the hammock as if nothing happened

no door for me to kick down
*shatters windows then leaves*

*climbs in from the ceiling vent and raids your fridge*

*hisses*

*darts back up into the ceiling vent*

Devon_Keki wrote:*climbs in from the ceiling vent and raids your fridge*

*hisses*

*darts back up into the ceiling vent*

Thanks for the fridge? Didn't know anyone could carry a fridge through the vents.......

Welcome too XDA! *Leaves a half eatin cookie by your door less entry!