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

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.