Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-30636131-20170626173018

SamdiTheNotSoGreat wrote: ''Raf nodded, starting to walk to the hall with the rooms. He stood, think of which room to join. He was aware that Quinn and Seishin had gone in the middle room. He peeked at the ones on the ends, seeing that they were both equally dirty. But the one on the end opposite of the entrance to the hall had fewer spider webs, so he quietly entered that one. It was filled with the same bleak, gloomy light that came from a single window as the chapel's main room. There was one bed on the side wall, with a rickety wooden nightstand beside it. The small room had nothing else going for it.'' ''Rafael walked to the bed and sat down on the headboard side. The dirty, ratty mattress and the unsteady metal framing creaked and squeaked under his weight. He felt really close to the ground and this made him a little uncomfortable.'' Jeydon followed him into the dark, eery room, when he noticed something which interested him. A small group of spiders was nesting in the corner of the room. They were all herded together, as if they were in a rugby scrum. It's suprising to see how such little creatures can live with each other in such great harmony, meanwhile humans can barely go a day without fighting over something. Jeydon always wished he had a family. He's been alone for as long as he could remember.

Jeydon walked up to the nest of spiders cautiously, and knelt down beside them fondly. His arm was stuck out, offering the spiders to climb up it. One of the spiders went up, followed by another, and another, until the whole herd was climbing around up Jeydon's arms. He was so happy to have made new friends with these creatures. He just sat there, his back against the wall, observing the spiders, completely mesmerised by them. Then there it was again.

Hoot hoot. Followed by an unearthly scream. This absolutely petrified Jey, even making him jump. The spiders went flying into the air, then landed back onto the ground with a small-scaled crash. The redhead gazed upon them, concerned, hoping that they survived the landing. Yet, as he observed, he couldn't sense any movement.

Upset, Jeydon stomped up and stormed off to the bed that Raf had already picked, and layed down facing the wall with his back to the rest of the room. You could hear him weeping almost silently. The dry tears of grief dripped onto the bed.