Next to godliness [private - flashmob]
Mar 2, 2015 17:05:39 GMT -5
Post by »River on Mar 2, 2015 17:05:39 GMT -5
Boredom, evidently, was the price for safety. Nine days out of ten, nobody would show up in the door frame of the pristine bathroom with a kind, if a bit sad and concerned, smile on their face to try and talk to Boreas about what was going on. The tenth time it was Motley, that cruel plague doctor who held everyone's life in her hands and sometimes decided to crush that pitiful life. Rumor had reached up to the bathroom that the wild dog had actually been made the Mother, and Boreas had laughed scornfully when he thought of his own mother.
Today, however, was one of those days when nobody cared enough to peer in and ask him about his day. Evidently, they had all forgotten about him up there in the pristine room, the one where no germs dared pass. Every square inch simply sparkled, including and especially the water in the sink and bathtub. It was that water that gave him true life, reminded him that things could be washed clean again. And wash he did, so frequently that it turned his skin red and raw, to the point where it was painful to the touch.
That's how he knew that he was doing a good job.
But boredom, sweet boredom. Half of the time that Boreas washed, it was not even out of filth but because he did not know what to do. Today, the recent thaw to spring had been registered outside, and with it a motley crew of allergens and insects. "I fucking hate the spring," he muttered to himself. Of course, Boreas had little knowledge of what the word "fucking" even meant. That type of education was the job of a parent, and those had not been around at the critical time of obscenity instruction.
Turning around in his spot, making sure it was clean, Boreas shuffled his pale legs over towards the barrier between sterility and filth. He wanted to cross it sometimes, he really did, but the border was just too terrible. His mind was keeping him prisoner.
And besides, even if he did cross, what would lay beyond?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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[OOC NOTES] FLASHMOB; for Akela