Post by dxrkonwo9 on Feb 21, 2012 6:34:13 GMT
The morning saw him stagger as he walked awkwardly. the lookFall, bright eyes, disheveled clothing, and the bottle of wine firmly
Clutched in his right hand.
George returned home, as every night, drunk but not power.
The street lights illuminated the silent hill by the lonely paths of the
City not yet awakened. He stopped his steps to raise up the bottle, just
Managed to wet his lips before losing what little he had and balance
Almost fall. Decided it was best to sit down to finish his spirit,
So called the cheap wine consumed. He walked a few steps and leaned back in
the window of a shop, went ducking little by little into a sitting position with
Back against the glass. He finished the last drink and fell asleep, woke him
A noise, someone hit the glass from inside the business, tapping
Repetitive to get their attention. Jorge joined laboriously
Angry with who interrupted their sleep disturbed, then the business owner
Trying to get him away, he supposed. He was surprised to see that in the place where rang
The blows just had a shelf full of dolls of all kinds, large and small,
It was a toy. He kept looking surprised that collection of dolls, we
It seemed that one of them, a particularly ugly, painted like a clown, moved
The eyes and turned his head slowly towards him. The doll was looking into
Eyes, raised one arm and pointed.
The city awoke not yet heard the cries of desperate running Jorge,
A little less drunk because of the scare. in silent hill
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