Post by diorue on Jun 19, 2006 17:14:49 GMT -5
Thick metallic rings, twice the size of Tretin's normal brown irises encircled around the dialated black pupils of her eyes however, the whites of the twin orbs were irritantly red as silver tack-like objects shot out of the tiny black depths, pinning the corners of the last poster on the wall above her bed inside the modest dormroom.
Feeling a proud sense of accomplishment Tretin smiled, dusting her hands off against a denim clad lap before leaping off the bed. She rubbed her eyes and let the browning gaze take in the decor, -pretty much a collage of her favorite celebrities, musicians, old friends, and her family with the pictures of both her sibling's faces blotted out in black ink.
Placing a hand upon her hip she couldn't help but observe that the room still looked plain and dreary, the bedding needed more color and more pillows, perhaps a stuffed animal or two. Spinning around, Tretin made her way over to the window where she drew the curtains back to allow the sunlight in. Suddenly the room didn't seem so bad although it still needed a little more work, she wanted it to feel close to home as possible.
Tretin walked back over to her bed, straightening out some the creases in the matress spread only to plop back down on top of it, sitting indian style and the bed was still cluttered with an ignored mess of magazine scraps, a scrapbook, small photo albums, and a pair of scissors. Tretin decided she would clean everything up later.
She leaned her chin on her palm with an elbow crooked at its base on her thigh wishing she had brought her portable stereo, or a tv instead of listening to the blaring and staticky clock radio. A moment later she turned to the lamp on the night stand, glancing at the digital alarm clock beneath it. It was still early in the day and she was bored.
Suddenly she had an idea, she stood up from the bed and partially dove underneath it to look for a suitcase which was then dragged out. She unzipped it, throwing back the side where she found her dart board. She took it out and pushed the suitcase back underneath the bed with sock covered feet. Tretin headed over to the wall opposite of the bed concentrating, her eyes darkened again into deep metallic hue, this time filling up the entire corneas, she ignored the sharp pains in her head until a pencil sized nail shot out from one of them, peircing 3-inches directly into the targetted spot on the wall.
"Damn that hurt!" She winced and cursed to herself thinking, oO(Not quite as bad as they used to be though.) Her irritant eyes began to tear as she expected, silver liquid spilling down her face. She quickly went over to the tissue box on the nightstand and wiped her stained cheeks, dabbing the corners of her eyes with the tissue.
Tretin proceeded to hang the dartboard on the nail. It wasn't the type of nail that was used with a hammer, it had sharp points on both ends and it was a bit thicker. Once her eyes cleared she stood back to make sure it was straight and quickly became pleased with her work. The headache discouraged her from using the dart board with her powers at the moment so Tretin opted to clean up the mess on her bed.
Feeling a proud sense of accomplishment Tretin smiled, dusting her hands off against a denim clad lap before leaping off the bed. She rubbed her eyes and let the browning gaze take in the decor, -pretty much a collage of her favorite celebrities, musicians, old friends, and her family with the pictures of both her sibling's faces blotted out in black ink.
Placing a hand upon her hip she couldn't help but observe that the room still looked plain and dreary, the bedding needed more color and more pillows, perhaps a stuffed animal or two. Spinning around, Tretin made her way over to the window where she drew the curtains back to allow the sunlight in. Suddenly the room didn't seem so bad although it still needed a little more work, she wanted it to feel close to home as possible.
Tretin walked back over to her bed, straightening out some the creases in the matress spread only to plop back down on top of it, sitting indian style and the bed was still cluttered with an ignored mess of magazine scraps, a scrapbook, small photo albums, and a pair of scissors. Tretin decided she would clean everything up later.
She leaned her chin on her palm with an elbow crooked at its base on her thigh wishing she had brought her portable stereo, or a tv instead of listening to the blaring and staticky clock radio. A moment later she turned to the lamp on the night stand, glancing at the digital alarm clock beneath it. It was still early in the day and she was bored.
Suddenly she had an idea, she stood up from the bed and partially dove underneath it to look for a suitcase which was then dragged out. She unzipped it, throwing back the side where she found her dart board. She took it out and pushed the suitcase back underneath the bed with sock covered feet. Tretin headed over to the wall opposite of the bed concentrating, her eyes darkened again into deep metallic hue, this time filling up the entire corneas, she ignored the sharp pains in her head until a pencil sized nail shot out from one of them, peircing 3-inches directly into the targetted spot on the wall.
"Damn that hurt!" She winced and cursed to herself thinking, oO(Not quite as bad as they used to be though.) Her irritant eyes began to tear as she expected, silver liquid spilling down her face. She quickly went over to the tissue box on the nightstand and wiped her stained cheeks, dabbing the corners of her eyes with the tissue.
Tretin proceeded to hang the dartboard on the nail. It wasn't the type of nail that was used with a hammer, it had sharp points on both ends and it was a bit thicker. Once her eyes cleared she stood back to make sure it was straight and quickly became pleased with her work. The headache discouraged her from using the dart board with her powers at the moment so Tretin opted to clean up the mess on her bed.