Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540311-20200111162728/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200116050259

174.6.16.240 wrote: Cata started climbing, hoisting herself up the wall. She'd done this climd a million times, and knew every chip and space in every brick.

-Chloe Finally Cata reached the balconey, and swung herself up over the railing. She slwoly turned the doornob of the door to her room. It swung open, as always. Cata always kept it open. Cata crept into her room.

Cata had to admit, although her family hated her, she still had a pretty awesome bedroom.

It was big, and it had a ceiling painted with constellations, although Cata had done that. The ceiling was held up with arches, that had white-and-gold pillars supporting them. On the far side of the room, a few steps led up to her queen-sized four poster bed.

In the closer half of the room, there were some dark purple squishy couches, and a chesnut table. They were facing a row of very large windows overlooking the front of the house. The walls and arches were painted the same plum as the upholstery of the couches.

Cata crossed the room, and trailed a hand over her cream-colored bedframe. She reached the dressing table, were there was a picture of her family.

Her whole family had glowing olive skin. Her mom had long black curls, and her dad had short ginger hair. Everyone was posed stifly by a bench in the gardens. Everyone in the photo was smiling, in the disconcerting way, were you knew there was something not quite right about their smiles, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.

Cata was sitting next to Cate on a small bench, and Cata's mom had a hand on Cata's shoulders, long red nails gleaming in the sunlight, matching her eyes. Her whole family had beautiful red eyes staring out of their faces at the camera, except for Cata. Her soft, dark orange eyes were gleaming in the sunlight along with everyone else's, wich only made the difference more obvious.

Cata was overpowered by pure rage, and picked the photo up, flinging it across the room. The photo hit a chesnut bookcase, and the glass cracked with a satifing crunch.

-Chloe