Room 507 (Garrett) }{ Open
Jan 9, 2013 16:11:50 GMT -8
Post by Maddy on Jan 9, 2013 16:11:50 GMT -8
Garrett sailed down the hallway, his arms spilling over with an array of shopping bags. When he reached room 507 he wheeled around and pressed his back to the door. He proceeded to wiggle around until he managed to turn the knob with his elbow. Finally he burst through the door and scattered all of his new belongings across the floor. He lingered in the doorway for a moment with a toothy grin spread across his face, gazing down at the mess. Without bothering to shut the door Garret flipped on his radio that sat on the ground next to his bed sending music blaring into the hallway. He fiddled with the antenna and the knobs before clearing his throat. Finally satisfied with the music, he began to sing. He belted out an imitation of whatever played, from a deep bluesy voice to a cheery female voice, even the radio commercials.
In between intense song and dance breaks Garrett scurried around the room scooping up and examining all the things he brought home. This included a new family of ceramic animal figurines, two tiny plush finches, a bracelet with a feather charm and finally a vintage candlestick holder. Crouching down he meticulously placed each object on a small wooden bookshelf, the only furniture he brought from home. His face beamed as he delicately traced his fingers over the mass of trinkets he had collected over the years.
Once the collections were arranged to his liking Garrett pulled himself to his feet only to flop back down on his bed. He laid there for a while, losing himself in the soft sway of an acoustic song. His thoughts drifted off to the forest. He wanted nothing more than to roam around listen to the sounds of nature and practice his imitations. He let out a dramatic groan as he remembered an essay he had due at the end of the week. "Oh woe is me!" He exclaimed in a deep elderly man's voice. He chuckled and slid halfway off the bed. He sat there, his face pressed into the carpet, trying to conjure up something to do before doing any school work.
In between intense song and dance breaks Garrett scurried around the room scooping up and examining all the things he brought home. This included a new family of ceramic animal figurines, two tiny plush finches, a bracelet with a feather charm and finally a vintage candlestick holder. Crouching down he meticulously placed each object on a small wooden bookshelf, the only furniture he brought from home. His face beamed as he delicately traced his fingers over the mass of trinkets he had collected over the years.
Once the collections were arranged to his liking Garrett pulled himself to his feet only to flop back down on his bed. He laid there for a while, losing himself in the soft sway of an acoustic song. His thoughts drifted off to the forest. He wanted nothing more than to roam around listen to the sounds of nature and practice his imitations. He let out a dramatic groan as he remembered an essay he had due at the end of the week. "Oh woe is me!" He exclaimed in a deep elderly man's voice. He chuckled and slid halfway off the bed. He sat there, his face pressed into the carpet, trying to conjure up something to do before doing any school work.