| Dec 19, 2013 0:16:03 GMT -5 |
Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Dec 19, 2013 0:16:03 GMT -5
If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
“What a piece of shit…” he murmured, looking at the dilapidated building, not masking the disgust that he felt. Seriously? This is what they thought was a good place for Tino to spend the next two years? Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe there was a chance that the key didn’t fit the lock and he had just gotten the address wrong. Maybe this was a historic site that nobody cared to maintain (because it sure lacked any form of upkeep). Reaching the deck, Tino shed his bags and made for the door. He groaned when the key slid into the padlock. Sighing, he twisted the key and it popped open. Of course it unlocked. Giving the door a tug, Tino was mildly surprised when the entire door came off the hinges and loomed before him. Stutterstepping backwards, he got caught in the snow and fell backwards, with the heavy wooden door crushing down on top of him.
“Jumalauta!” he hissed, twisting and wiggling himself out from under the massive object. Once out, he continued grumbling about the government and this being some sort of retribution for something he did to piss them off as he shook the snow from his jacket. He was tired, drenched in sweat from the hike from the edge of the town, and he really wanted a cigarette. He paused, before deciding to scope out the house first. He’d probably need it after.
Turned out, he definitely needed it after. Tino was lighting a cigarette even before he had gotten out of the house. It wasn’t a house, it was a cabin. A cabin that was infested with mice and cobwebs, with rickety floorboards that sounded like they were rotten, and furniture so old it could be featured in a museum. Tino sighed, pinching his nose. There was more. There was no electricity, no running water, no central heating, and no bathroom. Bringing the lit cigarette to his mouth, he inhaled and relished in the relieving effect of nicotine. The door basically fell off its hinges, the house smelled like musk and mold, there was a cat in one of the rooms that he had to chase out, and he didn’t doubt that no one (aside from the cat and the mice) had lived in it for ages. Tino sat down and puffed on his fag, hating anything and everything in the world until he looked up. That’s when he saw it. His jaw dropped and his half consumed smoke slipped out of his mouth and into the snow.
Tino stood promptly. If this was some sort of joke, someone was going to get a foot shoved up their ass. Wading through the snow, Tino made it to the structure and began to dig the door out. Unlike the one at the house, it was not sheltered by a slight overhang, and the suspense was killing him. ‘C’mon please let it be what I want it to be’.
Finally the snow was cleared enough for Tino to wedge the door open enough to squeeze his body through. He wrinkled his nose; the air was pungent with mouse dropping and mold, but he quickly acclimatized to it. He wandered around, eyes wide to try and absorb any light that filtered through the door. Whe he gazed around, a smile formed on his face. It was dusty and old, definitely in need of a tune up. It probably didn’t hold heat well, and it would need a good airing to get rid of the smell, but it was still a sauna no less. Tino smiled before rolling up his sleeves. He had work to do.
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
tags: Me, myself, and I, words: 706, notes: Random intro thread for reference, pretty sure this is done but I dunno I might add to it
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style
Coded by: PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style
