You stand infront of a rather medieval-looking doorway in one of the towers of the RLF Supercastle.
Greyish bricks line the wall on either side of a rounded, wooden door with a sliding nameplate that says "Glue's." You grasp the handle of the door and twist slowly. It feels warm to the touch, but you continue to turn it until finally it jams. Pushing forward, you open the door. Bright, natural light floods through the ever-increasing crack in the door. It blinds you, so you decide to swing the door open.
Brilliant white light.
And then your eyes adjust. Huge windows that span from the floor to the ceiling on the opposite side of the room flood the room with the warm light of the sun on this fine day. Electrically controlled cream colored blinds have been rolled up to the ceiling and locked into place. From here, you see a brilliant view of the green valley below and the horizon beyond. You first step onto a yellowish-white placemat as you enter into Glue's elysium. The floor is covered by a firm industial carpet colored in a deep red; almost maroon in color. The walls, also a dark red, are decorated with light-colored paintings in simple white frames. White Track lighting is built around the room to give extra lighting emphasis on the paintings.
To your right is the closest wall, where the door gently rests upon. A small fanned door leads to a small closet room for coats, jackets, and shoes. Again, a small white floormat sits at the foot of the closet door. A full-body mirror hangs next to the closet door further along the wall. An archway fills the bottom-half of the wall that leads into the sleping area and bathroom.
To your left is the living area. Up against the corner at an angle is a small, white TV-top table. Glue's DVD collection resides within a glass cabinet of the TV table, along with a simple, black DVD/CD player. A medium sized, black flatscreen TV rests on the top of the knee-high cabinet. Flanking the flatscreen are two black JBL speakers half the height of the flatscreen. A pot plant hangs from the ceiling above it, vines drooping down; they have been trimmed to the top of the flatscreen.
Some new-jazz (NUJazz (CD13), Dish Network, Channel 962.) plays quietly from the JBL speakers, creating a smooth ambience to the room.
A white coffee table with a glass top sits halfway between the simple entertainment system and a dark red, leather three-person couch. A white cloth covers the back and seats of the couch as decoration and protection. The left wall continues all the way to the glass windowed wall; however, a half wall sections off the end of the living area with a small, simple kitchen. Behind the half wall resides a modern, mahogany desk. A laptop sits on the top of it, plugged into an outlet in the half-wall. On the left of the desk, resting against the wall, is a small CD rack for various legit programs.
You decide to walk into the apartment a little further and take a look at the kitchen. It looks clean and simple, apart from the unwashed dishes in the sink from this morning. The faucets and sink are a plastic white, as well as all the appliances. Oven, refrigerator, microwave, but no dishwasher. The tabletop, a white marble; quite elegant in fact. The cabinets are of a deep red, mahogany wood. The handles are, again, a plastic white. As you look back through the windows, you notice that they are not completely vertical. As you walk over to take a closer look, it is evident that the glass windows run upwards vertically nearly half-way; then, elegantly, they curve inwards slightly to create a glass canopy nearly two feet in depth.
You then turn to your right and move into the sleeping area. There are floor-plants in white pots positioned about the apartment. A white king-sized bed sits in the middle of the deep red room. Again, the glass windowed wall is located to your left. A small, functional bathroom is off to the right. You glance in it and notice that it's completely green, with tiles covering the floor and half the wall.
And then suddenly, you turn back and enter the main area to see Glue walk into the apartment. He is of average height, wearing a bright red button-down shirt and a pair of dark blue cargo jeans. The natural light from the bay windows bounce off his shiny black 'American Smith's' boots. A pair of pilot sunglasses are propped up from his face and into his spikey brownish-black hair. He looks and you and smiles,
"Ready to go?"
Before you reply, you look up to the whitewashed ceiling and the alcoved, round lights.
"Sure."
Melonpool
by mikehendo on Sat Oct 25, 2003 9:23 pm
