| [ |
music |
| |
heart of misery - the rasmus |
] |
title: i have no idea :]
characters/pairings: just some random people. i'll work it out later.
rating: g?
warnings: idk man.
summary: based off of a dream i had not too long ago.
status: incomplete.
disclaimer: mine.
lifting her gaze from the yellow of the cab before her to follow the stairs of the house she'd be staying in, she slowly lowered her bags from the back seat to the pavement under her feet, working gently; as if they held anything worth protecting so cautiously. sparing the taxi driver one last awkward smile she headed up the cracking pathway.
the closer she got to the place the more loosely she realized the term 'house' could be used to describe it. it was more of a box on stilts; though there seemed to be a standard-sized house down below, she was headed for the apartment up top, up stairs she wasn't sure she trusted. she noted the paint, bright red and chipping, and the shutters, white, one of them hanging from a single hinge, creaking softly whenever the wind blew. she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and took another quick look around her, focusing most of her attention on the surrounding autumn foliage. they accented the red building, made it seem almost pretty, but she couldn't help wondering what it would look like out-of-season.
suspending these thoughts she made her way up the stairs, only to be greeted at the door by a young, casually dressed man she couldn't remember seeing before. he smiled at her, lifted a hand in greeting - a gesture she returned. she figured he was here to show her around - not like there was much to see - and inwardly hoped she hadn't kept him waiting long. she didn't bother voicing her worry, however, though the man didn't seem to mind.
"there isn't much here," he informed her, "but you've got your basic furniture. it's new, so there shouldn't be any problems with it."
seemingly satisfied by the simple nod he received in response, he opened the door for her and ushered her inside.
he hadn't been lying when he said there wasn't much. she doubted his words about 'new' furniture, though; everything here looked like it had come from some 1920's flea market. she frowned in the general direction of the couch. either he hadn't been truthful about that or some company was trying too hard for the vintage look.
the furniture was very basic; some tables and lamps, a television stand sans television set, and through the only open door branching off the living area she could see a horribly gaudy dresser that was far too big for the room it was in. directly to her left was a bay window, complete with window seat - a nice touch, she thought, but rather out of place here.
"i'm not sure if they told you," the man started, and she jumped because she'd honestly forgotten that she wasn't alone, "but your roommates will be arriving late. you'll have a few days to yourself." he smiled again and she smiled back. "i'll be on my way, then. i left my number by the phone if you need anything."
"thank you," she uttered, to which he nodded and excused himself of the apartment.
she locked the door when he had gone, suddenly overwhelmed by an irrational paranoia, and sighed. at least, she figured, she'd be able to pick a good room.
.............................................................................................
yeahhhhh i'm gonna eat breakfast now
god
i'll figure out what to do with the rest of this when i'm not so damn tired;;
|
tired
bored
amused