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"Still Life" -Sitcom
June 14th, 2006 8:34pm
The deadly storm sets in along the horizon, while the moon above is eaten up by thick, black clouds. The smell of dampness fills the air. Terrifying winds rip the earth like claws of a wild animal, leaving deep, cavernous scars. Lightning strikes in an empty field; thunder crashes overhead.
Your legs carried you quickly as the storm began to set in, multiple pairs of footsteps behind you. The rain lightly pelted any exposed skin, the tap, tap, tapping muffled by the sound of your feet crunching anything it comes across. That's when the rain really began.
Rain pelts down so quickly it ripples in itself. The sky is black velvet, which soon completely covers the contents below as a blanket after it is tossed into the air. A loud thunderclap shakes the earth with low, guttural vibrations.
You cursed Alex for making the few of you film this late in these weather conditions. You flung yourself underneath the part of the roof that stuck out, waiting for Tim to unlock the door.
His keys clanked together on the metal ring as he halted to a stop quickly, fumbling to shove the key in the lock. He pushes the door open, everyone nearly falling inside.
"Dear god." You muttered, wiping your drenched clothes down. "Did we really have to film today?" You asked, catching your breath.
"Yes, I already told you. I have no other free days." Alex argues, wiping himself down. You sighed, eyes gazing around Tim's apartment.
You knew around the place like the back of your hand, having been here so many times. Tim handed each of you a towel, slipping his shoes off near the door.
You wrapped yourself in the soft material, shivering from the cold air. His apartment was already chilly enough as is, the AC on full blast.
Tim makes his way to the kitchen, towel wrapped around his shoulders as he grabs a drink from the fridge. You took a seat at the kitchen table, letting a yawn escape your lips.
"I'm using your shower." Brian shouted to Tim from across the house, Tim snorting as a response. "I like how he doesn't even have to ask." You laughed, leaning back in your chair.
"Hey, we could like, do some wacky tacky music shit for the movie while we're here. Since you have like a bunch of instruments." You suggest, eyes still on Tim.
