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Dark Savior - The Carpentry Workshops
Title: The Carpentry Workshops
There was something sinister about the carpentry workshops scattered around the Central Park area. It should have been one of the comparably more pleasant areas of the prison complex, where you were moved to if you won the Warden's trust or, more likely, did the right jobs for the right gang. However, it always seemed wrong somehow. Where it should have been peaceful, it felt empty, in a way that always felt like something was missing, or maybe hidden, always in the corner of his eye, mocking him. Something related to the same sensation of unease around this whole island, maybe his whole life, even in the passage of time and the sequence of events. Like the last few days had been the same false awakening over and over again from the same dream but he couldn't quite find enough proof to convince himself to wake up.
And there was that song everyone hummed, slow and foreboding, slightly eerie in pitch and tone, out of place in a way that felt subtly unlike anything he'd heard before on the Island...
Fandom: Dark Savior
Author: tehexile
tehexileRating: G/Gen
Characters: Garian
Words: 180
Tags: in-joke, slightly meta
Summary: The place always felt slightly different to everywhere else on the island.
Picture: 144
There was something sinister about the carpentry workshops scattered around the Central Park area. It should have been one of the comparably more pleasant areas of the prison complex, where you were moved to if you won the Warden's trust or, more likely, did the right jobs for the right gang. However, it always seemed wrong somehow. Where it should have been peaceful, it felt empty, in a way that always felt like something was missing, or maybe hidden, always in the corner of his eye, mocking him. Something related to the same sensation of unease around this whole island, maybe his whole life, even in the passage of time and the sequence of events. Like the last few days had been the same false awakening over and over again from the same dream but he couldn't quite find enough proof to convince himself to wake up.
And there was that song everyone hummed, slow and foreboding, slightly eerie in pitch and tone, out of place in a way that felt subtly unlike anything he'd heard before on the Island...