The new house is bigger than what Oisín's used to. Built on a slope with two stories and a walkout basement that the Ó Mearas have all to themselves, even if it's also one of the more rundown places that they've stayed in. Particularly concerning is the rickety wooden fire escape (?) in the backyard, which runs from the top story of the house to the backyard below and looks like it might collapse if you so much as breathe on it funny, and seems unstable enough that Oisín's mom has bothered to warn him to be careful on it.
Not that he's had much of a chance to explore the fire escape or the rest of the house: The Ó Mearas have a lot of boxes that need to be moved in, so Oisín's running back and forth from the van to various rooms in the house under the haphazard direction of his family. Every now and then someone will yell at him for running, to which Oisín always retorts "But it's faster!" The new house is very rapidly becoming a confusion of boxes and yelling redheads.
The Ó Mearas have the dubious honor of being legitimately loud enough to wake the dead.
That's not really hard, actually. Someone broke in...when? Once. It was a while ago. (About a decade ago, in fact.) There's still evidence of it in the back kitchen, where one of the windows needs to be replaced from being wrenched open, sending splinters everywhere that were hastily sweeped to the side and then forgotten.
They weren't seen then, when it turned out to be a runaway teenager hiding there for a few days, and they're not seen now, when a boy races through the bedroom they use as their own.
Frisk can't remember the last time they saw someone their age. Or...their age when they died, they suppose.
A cool wind follows him, the only sign he's not alone when he leaves.
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Date: 2017-04-01 09:33 pm (UTC)Not that he's had much of a chance to explore the fire escape or the rest of the house: The Ó Mearas have a lot of boxes that need to be moved in, so Oisín's running back and forth from the van to various rooms in the house under the haphazard direction of his family. Every now and then someone will yell at him for running, to which Oisín always retorts "But it's faster!" The new house is very rapidly becoming a confusion of boxes and yelling redheads.
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Date: 2017-04-01 10:23 pm (UTC)That's not really hard, actually. Someone broke in...when? Once. It was a while ago. (About a decade ago, in fact.) There's still evidence of it in the back kitchen, where one of the windows needs to be replaced from being wrenched open, sending splinters everywhere that were hastily sweeped to the side and then forgotten.
They weren't seen then, when it turned out to be a runaway teenager hiding there for a few days, and they're not seen now, when a boy races through the bedroom they use as their own.
Frisk can't remember the last time they saw someone their age. Or...their age when they died, they suppose.
A cool wind follows him, the only sign he's not alone when he leaves.