Yeah, I try to be fast. Also, I'm better with description than with dialogue, methinks, so this should be a better post.

Also, I'll keep it in the easy-to-read default font color. ;D

Over 800 words:


Atropos Belladonna turned the crystalline door handle and pushed open the door to her personal bedroom. The room beyond the door was dark as night, having no lights on and no uncurtained windows. Atropos stepped into the darkness and closed the door behind her, then proceeded to feel the walls near the door for a light switch. She soon found it, and flicked it on. A single light bulb quickly lit up, shining from a recess in the very center of the ceiling, casting away the darkness and revealing the bedroom.

The first thing Atropos noticed about the room was the color of the walls and ceiling, which were conveniently painted in her favorite color of indigo, closely matching the indigo streak in her hair. The four walls had various features on them, including an abstract black and purple painting, which was on the right side of the door; the light switch, which was colored black and on the left side of the door; and a window, which was opposite the door. Interestingly enough, Atropos hadn't thought that the room was even on the side of the Dome, where a window would even be possible. She pulled aside the heavy black curtains, revealing a starlit night sky and a thin crescent moon.

After a couple seconds of looking out the window, she closed the curtains and looked back at the room, noticing now the thick black carpet that covered the floor. She removed her boots, leaving her shears inside the left one, and took off her socks so that she could feel the soft carpet under her bare feet. She then looked back up and examined the furnishings of the room, noting first the bed. The bed was a standard single-sized bed, and it was positioned parallel to the door and window, against the left wall and in the middle of the room. It was made from black painted wood, and the apparently down-filled comforter was covered in a black duvet cover. Underneath the comforter were indigo colored sheets, and under those a soft pillow top mattress. At the head of the bed, which was up against the wall, were two large pillows, one on top of the other. The one on top was an indigo pillowcase and the one underneath that was in a black pillowcase.

In fact, Atropos noticed, the entire room seemed to be colored in black and indigo, as if whomever designed the room knew those were her favorite colors. The dresser on the wall opposite the bed was black, the nightstand was black, the coat rack next to the door was black, and the even the doors, which she noticed that there were two, were black. The dresser was empty, and there was nothing but a lamp on the nightstand. Atropos looked at the second door, which was in the corner of the room, on the right side of the dresser. She opened it into another room, and took a peek inside. She couldn't see anything because the light was off, and so she searched around until she found the switch, then walked into the room.

Right away she could tell it was a bathroom, and she also could tell that it was keeping to the black and purple theme as well. Even the ceramic sink and toilet were black, except for the metal parts, which were chrome. Above the sink was a mirror, and on the far side of the room was a glass shower stall. The floor was covered in marble tiles, alternating between glossy black tiles and opaque black tiles, and affixed to the floor with black grout. After turning the light back off, she returned to her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

For the first time she noticed that there was a plant in the room, on the other side of the dresser, sitting in a large black soil-filled pot. The herbaceous plant had green leaves, purple flowers, and small black berries. It provided the only color other than indigo to the room, with its dull green leaves. Atropos recognized it after seeing its flowers as an atropa belladonna, or deadly nightshade; a highly toxic plant with poisonous leaves and berries, which also happened to be her namesake. Atropos wondered how anyone would have known that she would be coming to the Dome, let alone her name. Unless it was some kind of coincidence, but that was highly unlikely.

Atropos turned around and walked over to the many-armed wooden coat rack, on which she hung her sweatshirt and her knit cap. She looked at the analogue clock hanging above the dresser, positioned so as to be able to be seen from the bed, and it displayed the time as being half after one. Atropos realized how tired she was, and decided she would go to sleep now. Switching the light off, she climbed into the bed, and drifted off into sleep...

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