Snippet #1728386

Trinity Turlington

After a while, sitting in one place for so long got pretty boring. And not to mention stiff.

Trinity's eyes fluttered open and she slowly sat up, realizing she must have dozed off. Well, she couldn't blame herself, it was pretty peaceful right there. With a light chuckle she wondered how long that was going to last. Trinity soon got to her feet, bending down to touch her toes for a light stretch before twisting, back giving a crack. "Much better." she sighed and blinked. Then, she pivoted on her heel and began to walk back towards the mansion, taking one last look over her shoulder at the rolling waters.

As soon as the dim mansion came into view, the tropical girl came to a stop. Her blue gaze was locked on the place. "Wow." was all she said. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to get used to that. Just by the look of the place, it made her want to turn tail and sprint back to her little meadow. But instead, she took a breath and began to stride towards the large, dark, wooden doors that gave her an entrance into the side of the house. But what she didn't expect was the body hanging by a thick rope in the center of the dim corridor.

Once she had shut the door behind her, closing out the setting sun, she had walked a short distance, just to nearly run face first into a shoe. But, what had surprised her was that the shoe was a foot off the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut and looked up. A snowy white corpse hung above her. The gruesome figure made her gasp. Of course, she was surprised. But not as surprised as she would be if it was some jubilant Holiday Inn or something. The mansion looked creepy enough to contain this. Sort of.

A nudging sensation pulled at her feet, wanting her to run. As far away as she could, but before she had the chance, a letter caught her attention. Trinity fingered a silver necklace around her neck. With a silver key with a deep ocean blue jewel at the top. It was a reflex. She stooped down and grabbed the note, opening it. The words horrified her. Who would be so cruel to do this to somebody? "Harsh." she breathed, a rather stunned expression on her face.

This time, Trinity was aware of the dead body above her, and ducked under the 'floating' shoes. She continued down the hall, eyes open and alert for any more surprises. She saw an open door and peeked around the corner. Curious, but tentative, she slowly walked in. it seemed like some sort of living room. Or entertainment room. It was more modern, and a TV hung from the wall with a leather couch. In the corner there were some instruments. A guitar, piano, even a drum set. And a microphone. She itched to begin playing, but was too shocked. She managed to guide herself to one of the plush couches and leaned back, falling into it. There was a desk in the corner and a lamp. Also an antique bookshelf in the back, packed with books ranging from Little House on the Prairie, to The Hunger Games. But she just stayed where she was, staring at the fan, her mind spinning, thinking hard about what this could mean. How long do we have to stay here? Others must have the same issue as I do... she decided mentally. Trinity chewed her lip, her arm over the top of the couch.

Boredom of just sitting there finally drove her. She found the remotes location and flipped through different channels. She finally found MTV and watched some music videos that played. But her mind still wandered.

A lot.