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 Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 6:42 pm
 I'll description it later.
Currently, nothing is unpacked but a single mattress that serves as a bed, and box stacks litter the floor.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:15 am
The alarm clock sounded noisily, the fifteenth time that it had started up this morning. James Edward Trask's nearly colourless grey eyes flashed open, staring at the clock and wondering why the hell he had set his alarm, especially since he had only arrived in this town - scratch that, this continent - the night before. Such had been his exhaustion that he had happened to fall asleep in his clothes, on top of a coverless mattress that he hadn't attached to the bed frame yet.
Complaining in sleep-talk, (Mumbles and grumbles) he seized the alarm clock and threw it to the other side of the room, colliding with the wall opposite him. It stopped ringing, though it was likely that he needed a new clock now.
He pulled himself up, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room. It was almost completely filled with boxes and the like, and while he knew he should be getting unpacked, the Procrastination Demon told him otherwise.
Seeing as his clothes were only slightly rumpled from his unconsciousness, and were clean, he felt no urging to change. He stood up, glancing out the window to be thoroughly shocked to see it was morning.
Woah, I guess I'm still on Paris-time, he thought to himself, and stepped up to the door, opening it.
He might as well get to know the scenery of this town, if he was going to be spending so much time there.
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