Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619

There was a large, imposing mountain jutting out of the ground, its rich earth colors and large stature demanding its presence to known to all who could see. The land around it was mostly desolate, the few plants around devoid of all life and dead, painting a gray, murky image over the landscape. It was a feat in of itself how those few plants remained, even as corpses, given the dirt was about as fertile as a matted carpet. The only piece of land that looked rich for harvest was the mountain itself, appearing as a leech that drained all other life around it for itself. The only part of the mountain that matched the long-scape was the top, a wide, dense crater as bleak as the corpses around it taking the spot of a sharp peak. It was obvious that this mountain wasn't just any mountain from its shape and the surrounding landscape, it was volcanic. Near the base, right at the very bottom, there was a single dug in shaft with wooden beams around it, resembling the entrance to a mine. Hot air poured out of it steadily, distorting the air around and giving an all-an-all presence menace,

Almost comedically, this presence was thrown off by the incredibly out of place house smack-dab right next to the shaft. By all means, it wasn't a house a particular strange house. It was a plain, 2-story building with a neat little patio leading to the door and some nice little stairs helping along the way. It looked similar to the house an old couple would choose to settle down in, accepting it as the place of their final years to come. Really, the only odd thing about the house was the fact that it was there. No sane person would have their house built in such a dangerous location, after all.

Stranger still, was the person sitting in front of the house, cooly rocking back and forth in a plain ol' rocking chair, covering his mouth as he let out a loud yawn. Beside him sat a table with an electric fan blowing cool air towards him, and a fresh cup of juice placed right beside that he reached out for and took a few sips from before placing it back down. If he looked about 40 years older, he would have looked the part of someone to own such a house and be in such a position, but yet he his younger, vibrant appearance only stood out in the patio of that plain-house.

All these appearances clashed, yet despite that, he was there for a reason. He was waiting for people, people who he had hired to do his bidding and help him acquire the item he desired. He was a bit dissatisfied with the selections he had to choose from, as more than half were children. And he loathed children. Perhaps their entrances would be amusing enough to change those thoughts, who knows? Obviously it was him. It was only natural for someone as radiant as him to know beforehand after all.

So he sat there, rocking gently back and forth, waiting in unending boredom as music blared from the headphones around his neck and lightly covered the surrounding space.

(No particular order set for now. Each person just post once and that'll be the order afterwards)  