Who: Selene Where: Headed to her car behind the furniture store she was just at. Why: She needed to get a few things for the ‘house’. So, she is *cries* shopping. When: Early evening Status: Complete Rating: G
Selene is out and about outfitting the church, to make it more of a ‘home’. This is a picture of the church when you walk through the front doors. I added some text to give an idea of what modifications will be made. To the left and right of the main area are stairs that lead up to the rooms. Anyway…just thought that might be helpful for anyone staying at the church or stopping by. There was little for her to do during the daylight hours. Selene attempted to fill those hours by completing a loathsome chore. Shopping. Erica had always been the one to take care of any shopping need Selene might have. From clothes to the paintings on the walls of her room. The Death Dealer was made for war, not department stores. Now that task was hers.
It was just something to fill the hours, she told herself. After all, now that she was not the only one residing at St. Vibiana’s something should be done to make it more….inviting. For the humans that is. The large foyer that was once the chapel was devoid of any furniture. Just a massive space with beautiful white pillars and gorgeous wood flooring. It had potential to be a spectacular sitting area. Great for conversation and….why was she trying to make it home like? Selene sighed as she stared at the swatches of fabric. Black or brown, black or brown….
The foyer made a perfect training area and she was going to destroy that for comfort.
A large dinning table was already ordered and on its way to the residence. Upon entering the front entrance and stepping into the former chapel there were two rows of marble pillars flanking the room. At the end of the row to the left there was a large door leading to an open space behind the old pulpit stage, this is where the kitchen Michael is building is located. Using the pillars as a way to separate the room, the dining table would be placed there, inside the row of pillars to the left of the door.
Michael was an oddity to her. A human with a brilliant mind, yet he lived at her church willing to exchange his engineering know how for room and board. A genius such as he should be living the life of a well to do engineer for some great firm. She was curious to know what it was he ran from.
With seating for the dining needs of her human inhabitants out of the way she had moved on to finding comfortable couches for the center of the large room. Dark espresso colored leather. Two round shaped sectionals to face each other. It was a very large room after all and upstairs there were ten, now eight empty rooms. Should they ever fill up they would be in need of bountiful seating.
Holding up the swatch of soft, buttery leather to the salesman she sighed. “How would this hold up against a dog…a rather big dog?” Willow had protected the building with her blessing but Selene was one to take all precautions, no matter how safe she thought they might be. Kraven’s treachery had taught her that treason has no bounds. Anything could be undone. So, she would take precautions. Such as buying a couch that might have a better chance against Lycan claws.
”It is very durable material I assure you. A dog or cat might be able to tear the fabric but it would take a great deal of work.”
Selene took a moment to think about it, the tip of her tongue teasing the end of her fang as she did. “Perfect. I will take it then. Do you deliver?”
She could have carried both of those couches down the street mounted on her head if she wanted, but, appearances must be kept. Those couches would look beautiful with a large wall of books behind them. Idly she wondered if Michael could build some shelves along the wall where mass was once preached. With a small table in the center of the platform and a pair of high back chairs it would make a perfect reading area. Then again, maybe they would prefer a sixty inch plasma television in lieu of books. Selene would take the books personally.
”Will that be all?” The salesman interrupted Selene as she pondered the room in her head.
“Yes. For now.”
The bag that hung from her shoulder was filled with receipts and invoices for furniture and other odds and ends. The dorms her guests were now calling home had been empty up until a day or so ago. Now they each had the bare essentials. The board of trustees that took control of Ziodex upon the death of all three elders had provided Selene enough to live very, very comfortably on for one human lifetime. Unfortunately she would live much longer then that, hence the need to rebuild her dwindling wealth with jobs from Wolfram and Hart. For now, life was quite comfortable. But, if she did not replenish her account, the distant future might be bleak for the vampiress. Financially speaking of course.
The day was far behind her and night was soon to come. Her shadow had grown long as the hours of light faded. Car keys jingled in her hand as she walked to the expensive sports car, which reminded her that she needed to stop by Wolfram and Hart. There was a part of her that was quite concerned about this arrangement, but as Logan told her, she was not defined by the actions Lindsey took but her own. She was glad she had come across him in the cemetery that night, now she knew to take precaution and be on guard when it came to the law firm and Mr. McDonald. Selene had also learned she liked beer, although she was not completely convinced to make the switch. The thought brought a smile to her lips as she pressed the button to release the cars alarm, setting off a startling BEEP in the empty street behind the furniture designer’s warehouse.