The strokework seems similar to the writing that adorned the IV bag she found upon arrival. Yet there are a few, subtle differences in the overall feeling of the words on the page. While the original was certainly more malicious and cruel, this feels softer. Kinder.
[ Don't like that. Well, let's just put this paper on the piano because she might as well do that. Are there any doors that she can possibly go through? If this is meant to be a mansion, then certainly she can find a way out... ]
There are two grand oak doors that slumber within the wall opposite of the broken chandelier, the wood in a similar state to the rotted staircases. They're big and heavy, but with enough force they could probably be opened.
The door handles spin freely in her hand, and in the face of her shoulder rammings they... Do in fact budge! Only a little, and the hinges creak loudly in protest, the heavy wood shuddering in blatant protest. Entirely unstable, and liable to collapse if beaten up too much, but there's enough of a gap between them now for her to be able to peer through.
Beyond the doors, a dark and gloomy sky sits like a perched guardian over an empty, overgrown lawn. The path up to the door has been all but swallowed by vegetation, and what is visible of the driveway up to the house is soon obscured from view by a mess of towering trees and unrestrained foliage.
The floor isn’t terribly comfortable, but it’s also probably not the worst place for a nap. She can have a moment to rest, as a treat. Checkpoint unlocked.
[ She's gonna be here a while....... please hold. She'll slowly get up after catching her breath before just going to try the door again, wiggling the doorknob a second time. ]
It wiggles around in her hand, but the doors are still ajar, and thus the doorknob doesn't particularly impact much when it comes to her situation.
There is, however, a glimpse of movement that can be spotted through the gap, and if she peers through to the outside world once more a dark shape seems to be making its way up the driveway. It's roughly the size of a medium-small dog, though it's far enough away that no other details can be discerned.
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An attempt at trying to open the doors will be made?
She'll first try normally before
Slamming herself into the doors. Hopefully they open within the first few tries otherwise she's gonna be tired... ]
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Beyond the doors, a dark and gloomy sky sits like a perched guardian over an empty, overgrown lawn. The path up to the door has been all but swallowed by vegetation, and what is visible of the driveway up to the house is soon obscured from view by a mess of towering trees and unrestrained foliage.
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Well.
It'd be nice to go outside but Kanade's tired now, she's letting the floor reclaim her. ]
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There is, however, a glimpse of movement that can be spotted through the gap, and if she peers through to the outside world once more a dark shape seems to be making its way up the driveway. It's roughly the size of a medium-small dog, though it's far enough away that no other details can be discerned.
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