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Ariadne (redscarves) wrote in makebelievelog,

Ariadne had been verbally quiet. She had been verbally quiet before announcing her desires to get her own apartment and, since, she had stayed quiet. She had no doubt that the apartment was, architecturally, one of the best places she would find without taking the time to design and build on her own. The design was downright gorgeous; there was no arguing the job done on converting the old warehouse into two apartments had been done with the utmost of care and talent. The architecture was part of her reasoning behind moving out on her own.

Really, she hoped the move would be a good one for everyone. She fully expected visitation and to visit Arthur, Danny, Eames, and Jack, of course. Still, on some dysfunctional level, she was used to having them around. After Arthur had left for the first time and Eames had punched a wall, Ariadne had become Eames' roommate by stopping in and staying over so periodically that Eames had suggested it. It was a roommate setup that had been born out of a mutual need to know that, come the next day, the sole other person from "home" would still be there.

After Arthur had come back to the castle again, he had been kind to her. It had been a confusing, but welcome change from the seeming castle-warped Arthur of the past. Ariadne wasn't entirely sure how things would be once the daily routine was taken out of things, once their friendship no longer could rely on their close proximity in quarters amidst following daily routines. Part of that was, undoubtedly, caused by past experiences. Ariadne tried not to hold it against Arthur and truthfully didn't, but it scared her a bit. She wanted Arthur as her friend, of course, and not getting sick of her or angry with her.

And Eames - well, she hoped he would follow through on his request to be allowed to visit. She hadn't been disregarded utterly by him before and such a thing happening would've hurt her, deeply. But a shift in dynamic was needed. Part of her did genuinely feel alone amidst the group, at times. She knew that such a feeling wasn't right and, thus, her other reason for the apartment. Ariadne had a strong independent streak and, even if it was somewhat against instinct to take reassurance away from herself that those she cared about from home were still there, it seemed sensible for the long run. Ariadne was never one for added dysfunction. She wanted her friends to be happy and she wanted to be happy.

"Hey," She blinked and glanced up from the box she had been putting summer clothing into. She had been taking boxes with what items she could down to her rented art studio, one at a time, every time she went into the city. The studio was near her new apartment and, thus, the majority of the move would be able to happen on foot when the first of the month came around and she took over the lease of the apartment. "If you'd like - sure? There's a box there for art supplies. I'm trying to leave yours, if I can identify whose art supplies it is when I'm sorting."