03-18-2018, 10:28 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]New year, new home, new life. It was time to let go of the haunting memories stuck in the past and drag yourself out of their vats of misery - even if that meant by nail and claw. Burying the past underneath materialistic things and hopeful dreams, such was the life every millennial led. New things, new shiny things, new everything. What was the point? Taking absolutely no comfort in the cliched sayings of overtly optimistic degenerates, Venus supposed that they could never escape the coding of their DNA telling their mind to release hormones of dopamine in the presence of novelty items. Except this item wasn't novel, or able to fit in a novel gift shop by the seaside.
Its walls were looming, infected with large winding tendrils of parasitic vines using the structure to reach the sun and providing the building with a shade of green along its walls. It was pretty, but mostly obsolete in practical value. None the less though Venus did not make any plan currently to rectify the issue and merely glazed over the weed problem and ventured further into their abode. It was located in the further outskirts of the town, just out of earshot of the small but boisterous Tanglewood members who loudly disturbed the peace of silence. So as Venus stepped inside, taking in that musky smell of years gone by, they could fully appreciate the quietness of the building. Something not eerie - but welcoming. Smells were emanating from the remaining few items of decrepit furniture from the original house; abandoned for god knows how long. They were the things that had to go. Maybe Venus would keep some of the rotting items however. Stuff like the navy blue couch, ugly in appearance but quite practical. A large wooden table too, adorned with intricate woodcarvings of floral patterns called out to Venus to keep, as a studying table, and after a few more additions the silvery hues feline could really start to see this barren estate turning to the Turkish Angora's fantasy lab. It would just take time.
Heaving out all that they could, it was embarrassingly apparent now that Venus was not all up to the talk they talked - flush with heat and panting heavily, Venus struggled to heave the next piece of furniture out of the room. From a general lack of even needing to be physically fit from their previous life, group life was proving arduous upon the Turkish Angora's unfit body. It was also painful to witness; some overheated, unfit house cat heaving out furniture only merely just over their own size at the speed of about a eightieth of a mile per day.
tl;dr: venus found an abandoned building and is attempting to move old furniture out. it does not go well.
Its walls were looming, infected with large winding tendrils of parasitic vines using the structure to reach the sun and providing the building with a shade of green along its walls. It was pretty, but mostly obsolete in practical value. None the less though Venus did not make any plan currently to rectify the issue and merely glazed over the weed problem and ventured further into their abode. It was located in the further outskirts of the town, just out of earshot of the small but boisterous Tanglewood members who loudly disturbed the peace of silence. So as Venus stepped inside, taking in that musky smell of years gone by, they could fully appreciate the quietness of the building. Something not eerie - but welcoming. Smells were emanating from the remaining few items of decrepit furniture from the original house; abandoned for god knows how long. They were the things that had to go. Maybe Venus would keep some of the rotting items however. Stuff like the navy blue couch, ugly in appearance but quite practical. A large wooden table too, adorned with intricate woodcarvings of floral patterns called out to Venus to keep, as a studying table, and after a few more additions the silvery hues feline could really start to see this barren estate turning to the Turkish Angora's fantasy lab. It would just take time.
Heaving out all that they could, it was embarrassingly apparent now that Venus was not all up to the talk they talked - flush with heat and panting heavily, Venus struggled to heave the next piece of furniture out of the room. From a general lack of even needing to be physically fit from their previous life, group life was proving arduous upon the Turkish Angora's unfit body. It was also painful to witness; some overheated, unfit house cat heaving out furniture only merely just over their own size at the speed of about a eightieth of a mile per day.
tl;dr: venus found an abandoned building and is attempting to move old furniture out. it does not go well.