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A Familiar Unfamiliarity
Topic Started: 16 Apr 2013, 12:14 (31 Views)
Valz Seiglane
Wandering Soul
Valz sat at the edge of the plainly adorned bed on one edge of the bland room, a small light illuminating the table and the chair nearby. The carpeting had no color or pattern, the walls and base-boarding painted in a few different shades of plain grey and white. As he sat in the room, anyone could tell he looked sorely out of place, yet this was completely normal to him. Without home and without a place he could return to as his home, he had always been unfamiliar with all that was around him. He had wandered Midgard for so much longer than a normal life allowed, Valz had no home or familiar place. Without the people he cared about, the whole of the world was just an unfamiliar place, a fluid and changing place that shifted each moment he turned around.

Even looking around the room felt odd, the desk, bed, table, chair and walls were all things he knew, yet knew nothing about. A lamp sat on the table without oil or flame, connected to the wall by some strange cording. As he watched it, Valz knew not how it worked or made light, yet even so it was. Glowing on inside, the strange spiral illuminated the room, shining despite not knowing why.

Still sitting on the bed, Valz pulled further into himself, quietly mourning how alone he felt as he did many times, how much he missed that had long ago disappeared. As he began to calm a knock followed by a small voice issued from the door across the room.

"Excuse me sir, is there something we can get you?" Asked one of the female attendants from the other side that led him here, "Anything you'd like to make you more comfortable?"

"..yes, there is.." Valz murmured softly, "..but it's not something you'd ever be able to bring me.."

"Sir? I'm sorry Sir, did you say something?" Came a soft reply from the closed door.

"..No.. ..Nothing at all.."

As he sat alone in the cold, plain room, Valz longed from that which mattered most to him, a feeling, a person he longed to have once more. He wished to be rid of this strange place, to go back to searching for that that would heal his heart. Yet here he sat, alone, knowing it would not come and his only chance to find it would be to fight for his life to return to the world he once walked.
Here in this room, he lingered in this familiar unfamiliarity.
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