01-26-2020, 02:32 AM
[div style="margin: auto; text-align: right; padding-right: 14%; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; max-width: 600px; margin-top: 40px; font-family: georgia; color: #abbde2;"]I should be on top, but I'm always underground
Things are lookin' up, but I'm making myself drown
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #040c23; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding-right: 6%; padding-left: 6%;color: #abbde2;"] Julian had the things he needed; the things that would keep them healthy.
The soft foot steps of the man echoed through the lab as he plucked a few medical books off the broken shelves and opened to some random page to see if they were any use or not. Some where good, others were outdated. Others where...unfortunately damaged far beyond repair. It was fine though, he wouldn't let it get to him. Besides, the only thing he needed to look off a book for was dissecting a amphibian. It was winter, no amphibians where going to be around at this time.
With his new arsenal of medical supplies he was now able to do his job, what he wanted; why he came here in the first place. Julian's hands were gloved, the dark leather glistening under what little light his candle gave off. I'll never get anything done with this weak light, i need more candles. His thoughts were interrupted as his eyes wandered and his opposite hand rummaged through drawers and cabinets, though he would spend most of his time in this new place, Julian acted as if he was stocking this place; taking what he needed and getting the hell out of there. That wasn't the mans' intent. With a look of 'ah-ha', he picked up a bundle of autumn red candle. With the single caramel white candle that had been lit, he set fire to the little white threads within the the candles; a dim glow filling the room.
Julian set the candles all around the room and the hall way that led to the room, a landing strip for the eyes; a signal saying 'over here'. The large window, the singular window that led to the outside world; that set free the stagnant air of this old place he now opened. Julian hands rested upon the windowsill, he set a candle in the corner of it.All those struck by the vicious bite of sickness, come. Come into this candle lit room and become cured by my warmth
"Come get cured!"