Deirdre Winters; The Snow Queen (snow_bees) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-02-21 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | snow queen |
Who: Deirdre (narrative)
What: Relocation to Bellum Letale
Where: P1
When: Sunday Afternoon
Warnings: None
The movers grumbled every step of the stairs, complaining of the elevator that seemed to only work half the time. It made the process slow-going, but Deirdre wasn't one to care. She simply wanted it done, wanted her few things moved in and even fewer unpacked, wanted it done by the end of the day so that it wouldn't hinder her plans to keep her work appointments on Monday morning.
By the amount of unhappy chatter from the movers, she knew that should would have to increase their payment significantly. She would contact their employer, however, and not address them directly. Instead, she walked silently past them and into her new home.
It was stark. That was really the only word for it. She'd had the furniture delivered the day before, and there was very little that held any sort of color. Sterile, and devoid of life or character. It was all expensive, to be sure, and impeccably designed (or so the design agency had told her), but all she cared about was that it was clean. She didn't have to worry about any colors dancing behind her eyes when she closed them.
The movers continued to come in with a minimum of boxes: the small amount of things she'd collected over the years that she felt attached enough to now bring with her. Most of the boxes would be placed in a closet, likely to never be opened.
When the men finally vacated her new apartment, Deirdre let the silence settle around her and sighed. She hardly knew what to expect from this new life, but promised herself to not let it hurt her as much as the last had.