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snow white (thefairestone) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-03 18:56:00

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rose red, snow white

WHO: Pilar and Mimi (and the door's open so everyone wander in k?)
WHAT: Decorating
WHERE: Room 707
WHEN: June 25th noon
WARNINGS: Possible swearing

Getting settled into the apartment was not as easy as unpacking for Pilar. She had insisted that if they were going to live together they weren't going to put all the details aside until later. No, they could reconnect while they were turning their apartment into a suitable living space. This meant that there were going to be no white walls. She'd been forced to live in bland settings before, and she just loved all sorts of colors. The boxes had been moved around from this room to that, but overall, were set out of the way as they continued with their task.

Her hair was pulled back out of the way, and tucked under a cap, just to make sure. Rolls of wallpaper littered the floor. She was currently up on the little step ladder, determined to finish this wall before getting on to lunch. She'd spent most of her morning prepping the room, which seemed to take forever, even with Mimi's help. This would be the worst of it; the living room. It was the biggest room in the entire apartment and they were going to make it look really awesome. At least, that was her plan. Mimi's waning enthusiasm was only given short buffering bursts by the loud music playing from the mp3 dock set up in the far corner of the room.

They should have ordered the food already. Her stomach was protesting the fact that it was nearing that time and she hadn't even started cooking yet, not that there was anything to actually cook in the fridge. All they had was a 12-pack of coke and a few beers. They'd have to go out and get more of those too.

"Could you hand me the scraper?" She thought she had it with her, but it was sitting a few feet away from her on the table they'd been using to measure the wallpaper with. They were very close to the corner now, and she was thinking of just saying to hell with it and putting it off until after lunch, but then she'd have to do it after lunch. A light burning sensation lit up in her shoulders as she pressed the top paper against the top of the wall near the ceiling and attempted to shift it just enough to line up to the sheet next to it. It felt like a sign of some sort, but she ignored it. They just needed one more sheet up and then they could take a break. At least the longest wall would be finished.

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attracting
2010-07-06 01:13 am UTC (link)

In the beginning, decorating had seemed like a fun prospect. Despite Mimi's usual cynical outlook, there was something really appealing about settling into a brand new place with her sister and working together to make it something for them. To that point, they had lived their lives in other people's spaces – foster kids sharing someone else's bedroom, tenants renting rooms in someone else's apartment, sometimes cheap apartments with no-decorating policies because the tenants were just names that came and went when they couldn't make that month's rent. But Bellum seemed so different. For once, they had a place of their own, a place they were in together.

That was before the actual decorating had happened. It seemed like they were drowning in wallpaper and paint, like their lives had become an endless succession of scraping and priming and gluing and taking down and re-gluing and... Mimi was quickly reaching the point where she just wanted to brick up the apartment door and call it a wash. Pilar, however, was determined. Her sister's focus kept the younger of the two going. That, and the steady stream of work-friendly beats coming from their mp3 player. Thank God for that, right?

"No, I said I wanted two orders of beef and broccoli," Mimi offered, returning from the kitchen with a cold beer in her hand. Aside from soda, that was the only thing in the fridge. Maybe Pilar wanted to find a market, but her sister clearly had other ideas. "And two of General Tso's. And two of fried rice. And egg rolls. A lot of egg rolls. No, like ten egg rolls. My sister always eats them all."

At this point, she was holding the scraper up to Pilar, the phone cradled against her shoulder and against her ear. "Yeah, cash. And I'll tip you another ten bucks if you'll stop at the market and pick up a six-pack of beer. Yeah, I've got ID."

Like her sister, she was dressed down, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and held there with a couple of hair-stix. "Oh, hey, just a sec." Here she paused, looking up at Pilar. "Do we want soup?"

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n0blesse_0blige
2010-07-06 01:25 am UTC (link)

"Hey... this Pilar and Mimi's room...?"

Apartment 707 was a little out of Parker's way to visit, but he reasoned with himself that if he was going to let that get in the way of meeting people then he'd never see anyone above the second floor. Living in the first floor meant that just about everyone was out of one's way, so that was just something he would have to deal with. Besides, the invitation to pop in had been a public one and he was desperate to talk to someone in the building. It was strange, but for such a large apartment complex he'd seen very few people, and most of the ones he had spotted had not seemed to be of the talkative variety.

Peeking into the open door and meeting the strong scent of adhesive and the scene of wallpaper littering everywhere, Parker at the feeling he and his two tupperware containers had found the right place. They had not, however, seemed to pick a good time.

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