Post by Shawn Logan on Sept 24, 2009 20:46:51 GMT -5
You could find him in the corner. Chewing on a pepperoni pizza, watching the deceased play ping-pong. First to ten wins. That was the rule, and Shawn knew it. How could he not know when the rule was recited everyday. All of the rules were repeated everyday. Same old, same old. Repetition was key in the Community Center and it was emphasized by the rooms. They all looked the same. White walls decorated with soft floral paintings, navy blue carpeting and several windows to look out into the drab world that surrounded them. It was mainly a place for Wanderers to become situated in their new "life". Repetition helped create a sense of comfort, and with comfort came acceptance, but Shawn didn't want to accept this. He didn't want to believe he was dead. There was still so much that he was supposed to have done. So much left unaccomplished back home.
He took another bite of his pizza and watched a couple flirt across the ping-pong table. The man was complaining about the woman having cheated. Though, from observing carefully, Shawn could tell that he had been letting her win. He continued watching the couple to see how things played out. It always interested him at how quickly the others in this world seemed to adapt. Why were they flirting? Why were they playing ping-pong? Did they really feel that they had a purpose in doing that? Was this all just a waiting room until they reached the other side?
The thoughts kept roaming through his brain as he raised his hand to call for another slice of pizza. He continued waiting in the corner, but his service never came. So he just sat there. Looking the little remains on his plate wondering if this place left anything more for him. Or was it just like his plate, empty... a place for keeping things until they disappear.
He took another bite of his pizza and watched a couple flirt across the ping-pong table. The man was complaining about the woman having cheated. Though, from observing carefully, Shawn could tell that he had been letting her win. He continued watching the couple to see how things played out. It always interested him at how quickly the others in this world seemed to adapt. Why were they flirting? Why were they playing ping-pong? Did they really feel that they had a purpose in doing that? Was this all just a waiting room until they reached the other side?
The thoughts kept roaming through his brain as he raised his hand to call for another slice of pizza. He continued waiting in the corner, but his service never came. So he just sat there. Looking the little remains on his plate wondering if this place left anything more for him. Or was it just like his plate, empty... a place for keeping things until they disappear.
