AN: Mehh... This style is much too bland for my taste, but hey, these got me an A on the assignment so I figure they must be alright, ne?
Small object, place, person; the assignment was to write a physical description for each, in thrid person limited for the...well, person. You have no idea how difficult this was for me O_O
I wanted so badly to just crawl inside Matty's head and explain things. -But I didn't. Hooray for self control.
I'll save the rest of my babble for the second AN.
A pair of ski goggles hang from a door knob.
A small tear begins to fray the middle of the strap, from which they are suspended.
The course material itself is a faded shade of black, as opposed to the dark onyx of compressed charcoal.
The orange tinted lenses cast colors on the floor when shown through by the sun.
This pair smells faintly of cigarette smoke. Its white frames slick with grime, this pair should soon meet the washing machine.
This college dwelling leaves much to be desired. From the overlapping smells of musk and Axe Body Spray, to the discarded ramen noodle packages strewn about the ugly brown carpet, the place is just plain messy.
A yellowing window stands opposite the doorway.
Grime and mildew snake up the once pristine surface, covering the lower portion of glass.
This darkens the room slightly, as the still well-to-do upper half shows through clearly, despite a few water spots.
On the faded brown carpet, directly under the window, sits a stain the size of a standard cooking pot.
The splotch of unknown origin holds a faint scent of gasoline, and looks as though it may have thinned the carpeting under it.
A tall floor lamp in a corner provides no light with it's burnt out bulb. Video game cartridges sit abandoned around an X-Box 360 platform, perhaps the only well cared for thing in the room.
The platform's wires crawl over the floor and connect to a television set, which itself does not appear neglected. Across from the television is a couch that appears to have been manufactured in the 1970's.
Upon the back rest of the out-dated and moldy old couch, lies a dinghy, yellow sock. It seems, quite literally, encrusted onto the fabric, assumingly for a few months due to the moth-eaten appearance and nausea inducing smell.
Being illuminated by only the artificial glow of the bulky television on the left wall, this space is
tinted a sickly green. A zigzagging crack runs the length of the popcorn ceiling in the small room,
only ending at the abrupt drop off created by the wall. This wall in particular appears darker compared
to the other three, with the television at its base unable to reflect any light upon it.
A shock of too-bright-to-be-natural crimson hair sits shaggily atop a pale, lanky body. The red mop
is disheveled and a bit greasy at the roots, its caretaker muttering what sounds like complete gibberish
into some type of headset every few seconds. The head set, composed of a thin band and tiny
microphone at the end, sits atop the fiery mess in an almost natural looking way.
With cheek bones and a jaw line too prominent to be feminine, the face appears ghostly pale with
the help of the eerie glow emitted by the television screen. His eyes, fixed on the screen, show
startlingly green, and a light dusting of freckles decorates his upper cheeks and nose. When he's not
mumbling he bites at his bottom lip in concentration. Not yet breaking the skin, his abnormally white
teeth grind against the appendage, causing it to swell and redden. Below his ever-working jaw sit a
pair of orange frames, attached to a black strap that hangs from his slender neck.
His back is hunched as he sits cross legged on the floor, elbows resting on his knees.
A red and black horizontally striped shirt clashes horribly with the flaming bush atop his head. The
collar of said top sits unusually, exposing the boy's prominent collar bone and a good portion of his
shoulders, the garment itself fitting him rather loosely. The full sleeves have been cut and pinned at
the ends, leaving holes for his thumbs to toil through.
This boy's hands work furiously, jerking occasionally and nearly pulling the X-Box controller he's
got right out of its socket. Spindly fingers with stubby, bitten nails hold the device steady, while his
thumbs smash unmercifully at the buttons.
Jeans hang around his hips. Thin black stripes encircle his legs in intervals from thigh to
ankle, giving the denim attire a sort of patch-work appearance. Noticeably faded, they're colored a
light blue, while the hems around his ankles turn to white as they begin to fray apart. Poking out from
under his knees, due to his legs being crossed, a pair of black and white socks, in what other
pattern but stripes.
AN: We were supposed to actually go observe some person doing something...and go to a real room...and look at a real object... Fuck reality. I live in Miranda (that would be my name) Land.
And in Miranda Land, Matt was sitting in a really shitty college dorm room playing Xbox live. So there. I win.
Initially I was going to use Mello for this assignment, until someone made me think about it. When I write Mello, I cannot restrain myself and everything becomes a sexual innuendo (if you haven't noticed).
Also, it'd probably be a bit hard to explain to my teacher that I "really do" know a leather wearing, blonde, chocoholic who keeps a gun in the waistband of his pants...
Sooo, due to Mello's eccentric greatness, and Death Note's governing over my brain, I went for Matty instead.
Review, I mean, if you like not having your brain matter splattered all over the wall... x]