I've always loved the movie and it's one of the few I could watch over and over and over again without being board of it. Now i'm a story teller and with every movie I love, I've mentally added a character of my own. In The Adventures of Tintin, I c...
When my senses came to, the first thing that I noticed was the sunlight glowing through my closed eyelids. With a heavy groan, I rolled over away from the window and searched for something to cover my face with. Preferably, my fiancé who I assumed was right next to me.
I reached over blindly, trying to find where he was so I could use him to protect me from the light that disturbed my sleep. However, as my arm patted the other side of the bed, all I could feel was the sheets that were upturned. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. Sure enough, Tintin wasn't there. I rolled back over, squinting from the light, to continue my search. But to no avail, Tintin wasn't there.
I let out another groan as I pushed the sheets off of my shoulders and sat up. Brushing a hand through my messy hair, I blinked the sleep out of my eyes while looking around the room once more. From where I was sitting, I could see piles of clothes that were carelessly thrown on the floor. My confusion was pushed away quickly as I remembered the previous day's events.
'Oh yeah. That happened.' I thought.
I kicked the blanket off of my legs and pushed myself off of the soft comforter. I circled around the bed, got to my knees, and began digging through the piles of clothes until I found a decent enough outfit. It was slightly wrinkled, but with the adventure that I assumed that today was carrying, I didn't want anything too fancy.
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I quickly changed before brushing my hair and getting my socks on. I fixed the last few details in my hair and outfit before approaching the bedroom door. I reached for the doorknob and as my fingers brushed the metal, I could faintly hear people talking.
I opened the door and walked in the living room. As I made my entrance, three pairs of eyes turned towards me. At last, I found my fiancé. But the two men with him were very good friends of ours. Police officers Thomson and Thompson. Though not biologically related, anyone who sets eyes on them would assume that they were identical twins. From their small eyes, to their rounded faces, big noses, height, hair color, hair style, posture, voice, black suits, brown canes, black bowler hats, and overall attitude, they were the same. The only difference were their mustaches. At first glance, one would think that they were the same just like the rest of their physique. But after further investigation, you could see that the ends were different. Thomson's mustache was slightly curled at the tips while Thompson's was perfectly straight at the end. Other than this minor detail, they were identical.
