Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-27007772-20150718000224

(For a proper introduction to the new Micheal Asher character, please read the very short In Torment: Excubia.

Marington. A very spacious town to the South East of Tutelo. Houses on the outer skirts of Cook forest itself, it was only 4 miles from Tutelo. Marington was majorly used as a camp site due to the location, but some people chose to live. People mostly wanting isolation and space. It was a small town of only 15 houses and some places to get gas and food in hunt and game lands, technically below Cook forest park, but still part of the same forest.

Micheal Asher appeared to be the average young man. 22 years old, short brown hair, five feet and 10 inches tall, he was very casual and comfortable looking. Dressed in a brown leather jacket and old jeans, he was very normal for this area.

felt the odd sensation of smoke, and the smell of vanilla blew around him. Suddenly he came back from his daydream, holding a cigar. he was sitting in his black leather chair, which was across from the television. Next to his chair was a leather couch, and at his feet a deer skin rug.

Micheal lived in a wooden house in the trees, with his only way to leave being the road right in front of his doorway. It was a main road that lead away from the trees to the right, more cabin like houses to the left, and up to Tutelo. The three way road was very convenient to get around. Most people would use a place like this as a camp, but it had water, electricity, and space. It was good enough for Micheal.

Fully coming back to reality, he noticed he wasn't alone. Jonah Uriel sat on his couch, also holding a cigar. He was holding it in such a way that it appeared to be a toast. Micheal copied with his own cigar awkwardly, and Jonah drew his back.

"New job, remember? The lumber company?"

It all came back to Micheal. Jonah had gotten a new job, and he had come over to celebrate it with some of his own cigars. Jonah was a relaxed man. His blonde hair grew a bit passed his ears, and was rather messy. He must have been been in a hurry to relax, because his suit was still on.

Blue and white, with a charcoal black tie. The tie was undone, and the buttons of the suit were open. The interview was a few days back. Jonah either kept the suit on, or put it back on for this occasion.

Micheal placed his cigar in the right corner his mouth, and blew the smoke out the other side.

"Another set of long months with crappy pay. But, hey, at least you can move out of that shitty apartment and get yourself a better place" he joked.

Jonah hit him in the arm with a sarcastic laugh. Micheal let out a small laughter as well, before standing up.

"I'm going to get a drink. You want one, party boy?"

Jonah waved his hand in a way that basically shrugged him off.

"Your fridge is empty. You forgot to get drinks for the celebration!" he said. Micheal knew he was just trying to tease him.

"I've got a cooler. I didn't forget anything. It's just in my room, beside my bed."

His house was rather small. The door to the bedroom was right behind the chairs. The bathroom was connected to the bedroom, and the kitchen was right beside the front door. The kitchen was only separated from the main room because of a half wall.

"Why are your drinks beside your bed?"

Micheal opened the newly wood stained door.

"Alcoholic reasons" he joked as he walked through, leaving the door open.

-'''End of teaser. You don't get to see the horror yet'''- 