Salle Cinquante-Neuf ~ Zimmy's Chamber (updated)

[ZimmyChild]

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When Zimmy first moved in:

A room, relatively airy and light for a room in the lovely bastion. Through strife and work Zimmy was able to work the room inro a reasonabley pretty living space. Purple and black velvet sheets cover the bed, as black lace covers the top posts and creates a great arching canopy. In the wardrobe hang lovely victorian or porcelian doll styled dresses in light blues, pinks, and purples. Silk pillows had been thrown on the bed and strange statues placed in the corners. A soft stuffed bunny rests limply in the center of the soft bed. Candle sticks are placed on full bookshelves and a recordplayer is off on the far wall.

Later:

The stuffed bunny has disappeared, but there is some loose stuffing hinting at what it's fate was. Zimmy has obtained paint and has drawn strange markings and doodles all over her walls. The statue's head has been broken off and disposed of, leaving a pure and white marble body of a male angel, sashes wrapped about his body. From the closet (not the wardrobe) comes a strange scent, mingled with blood, torture, panic, and death. The canopy is drawn shut nd the bed remains neatly made as always. Zimmy leaves the curtains closed and lights the candles on a normal day. She, as of late, is a might troubled.

Later:

Even more drawings occupy her walls now, and a curious banging comes every once and a while from her closet. On her closet door are carved the word 'I will fear no evil.' Time and time again she scrawled this message there. The statue is gone, nothing left (thanks to Eric and Hero) and Zimmy tries to open her curtains more often.

(Ill post drawings of all these things later.)

Less Recently:

The room is filled with the scent of dust and moths. The room was left tidy, but it seemed like Zimmy had not been there for quite a while. The animated-dead-reanimated-alive in her closet had disappeared, but so had anything else in there. There is a warning painted in black above the closet door. "Do not enter lest ye never return... Or in the common speak: I pity de fool who trespasses past THIS door. 'Uhn."

Most Recently:

The closet door bangs open, flying and sticking into the wall as if by magic. A cold, shaking Zimmy, returns from the closet's depths. Her hair, braided, purple, and glowing returns to the form she had when she had first met Nautula and the others, spikey and wild. It's light and glow ceases. Her eyes, also bright glowing like lamps, dim to their natural grays and whites- and her outfit, a strange foreign amterial and design return to her normal victorian dress. She has not changed or aged a day.

"I... I am back in time."
(Not BACK in time, as in the past, but as in she was out of time, and now she's back.)

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Art and stuff:

Human

Angel

Demon