-
Peter's Bedroom
A smallish bedroom with one chipping, creaky door opening into the main third floor hallway. All four walls are cracked heavily, but have a fairly new coat of light blue paint. One large window is placed directly in the middle of the opposite wall, right across from the door. The window opens inward on strangely shiny hinges, like a small, raised double-door. A twin sized bed sits- with its head against the far wall, to the left of the window- in the corner of the room. It is metal-framed- one that may have been in an old hospital at one point in the distant past. Plain deep blue bedding dresses it. A simple wooden writing desk and chair are set against the wall on the right side of the window, the back facing the door. There is no closet- a chest of decrepit drawers stands against the wall on the farthest corner of the room from the bed. Next to the chest of drawers is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. It is filed with old and new books of varying thicknesses and genres. Literary and scientific posters litter the walls. The floor- hopelessly old hardwood- creaks uncontrollably (some boards lay suspiciously loose). A plant grows between two of the floorboards. Though everything is so old, the window opens as if it were just built. Ancient, thin, white curtains cast a musty sheen over it all. A blown-out overhead clings to the ceiling uselessly. On the wall’s outside- only a foot or so from the window- what looks to be a power line stretches into the forest that borders the backyard. What looks to be a ‘notch’ of sorts has been crudely carved and molded away on the outside frame of one windowpane. The room smells of old wood with a twang of swiftly applied and washed out flower-scented cleaning solvent.
Peter's Bedroom
A smallish bedroom with one chipping, creaky door opening into the main third floor hallway. All four walls are cracked heavily, but have a fairly new coat of light blue paint. One large window is placed directly in the middle of the opposite wall, right across from the door. The window opens inward on strangely shiny hinges, like a small, raised double-door. A twin sized bed sits- with its head against the far wall, to the left of the window- in the corner of the room. It is metal-framed- one that may have been in an old hospital at one point in the distant past. Plain deep blue bedding dresses it. A simple wooden writing desk and chair are set against the wall on the right side of the window, the back facing the door. There is no closet- a chest of decrepit drawers stands against the wall on the farthest corner of the room from the bed. Next to the chest of drawers is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. It is filed with old and new books of varying thicknesses and genres. Literary and scientific posters litter the walls. The floor- hopelessly old hardwood- creaks uncontrollably (some boards lay suspiciously loose). A plant grows between two of the floorboards. Though everything is so old, the window opens as if it were just built. Ancient, thin, white curtains cast a musty sheen over it all. A blown-out overhead clings to the ceiling uselessly. On the wall’s outside- only a foot or so from the window- what looks to be a power line stretches into the forest that borders the backyard. What looks to be a ‘notch’ of sorts has been crudely carved and molded away on the outside frame of one windowpane. The room smells of old wood with a twang of swiftly applied and washed out flower-scented cleaning solvent.
Bedroom in the Livingston House
None
English
'Get out Mom'
Laws of Livingston House
none
always a little too hot or cold (bad insulation)
In a house in a historical neighborhood in Oak Woods
none
the Livingston House, Oak Woods, Alabama
Created as a bedroom for the early Livingston Family
none
early 19th century
This room is the only place outside of the forest where the homunculi can inhabit. The line connects it to Greg's room.
This location was created by Zoë Jacks on Notebook.ai.
See more from Zoë JacksCreate your own universe