abby has been twelve for a very long time (becauseihaveto) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2012-01-30 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | abby, jane |
WHO: Abby and Jane
WHAT: The resident ickle!vampires meet in person.
WHEN: Not long after this.
WHERE: Apartment #510A.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
If Abby had known she was going to be getting a roommate so soon after moving into the apartment she'd been given, she might not have moved in at all. It was one thing, after all, to stay with someone that she knew - with someone she had hand-picked, like back home - and quite another to suddenly be saddled with another person that she knew very little about. However, she hadn't known in advance and, with the sun somewhat low in the sky but still present and therefore dangerous to her, there wasn't much she could do to escape the inevitable meeting that was about to take place.
Fortunately, at least, she wasn't a messy person by nature. It probably helped that she didn't have very much stuff to start with. Aside from a handful of puzzles stacked neatly in the corner of the living room, some books on the bookshelves, and a few DVDs beside the television, there wasn't much of an indication anyone lived there at all. Yes, she had her toiletry items in the bathroom and her clothes hung neatly in the closet in her bedroom, but those doors were pulled shut and, even if Jane did wind up in either of them, she certainly wouldn't have reason to complain about any sort of mess when clearly there wasn't one.
The windows, on the other hand, were a different story entirely.
One of the very first things Abby had done upon moving into the apartment was figure out a way to block out the deadly sunlight. Blankets had been her initial, temporary fix, followed a day or two later by thick curtains. Then she had finally gotten on her PDA and started researching her issue, eventually coming across what turned out to be a perfect solution that was even affordable. And now, five days after having left Damon and Caroline's, the windows and patio doors of her apartment were covered in a dark-colored paint that kept the sunlight out but, with the lights on, really wasn't much darker than a thick curtain would have made the place. Simply a lot safer.
Of course, while Abby was quite pleased with herself for having made her home as safe for her as possible, she knew that the new arrival by the name of Jane might not be so thrilled. Fortunately, Abby hadn't painted the windows in the other bedroom. Even if her reasons for that hadn't been in anticipation of a stranger moving in but rather in the hopes that Owen might show up someday and want a room where he could look at the sunlight while she was asleep, at least it would provide Jane with something similar. However she worried that there would be something said about the living room area being blacked out and, frankly, wasn't sure what she'd do if that were the case.
Hearing the front door open, Abby told herself that she would just have to stay strong no matter what. Then she carefully marked her place in the book she'd been reading, set it on the coffee table, and rose from the couch to wait for Jane to enter.