Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-05-30 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | del, emily |
Thursday evening, 7th floor (and from there) [OTA]
Emily had woken up disgustingly early in the morning only to realize that she had already packed her coffee machine and right about everything else as well the night before. This was going to be a bad, bad day, she had thought, and had been somewhat right.
The studly men from the moving company had rang her door bell when she had been in her underwear brushing her teeth. Oh the joy of trying get pants on while running accross the apartment to open the door... Well, luckily the men had known exactly what they were doing and the whole place had been emptied into the trucks in two hours. Emily had arranged it so that everything was moved on the same day, at the same time, since driving back and forth between two different cities sounded like a big waste of time to her.
The last thing that they had loaded into one of the trucks was her red, Italian Vespa scooter. Emily had been grinding her teeth in fear for her (of course a Vespa is a she) new coat of red shiny paint getting scratched in the moving truck even though the scooter had been attached and set in place firmly.
In the late afternoon she was already standing in her new apartment in the Morningstar Mansion and keeping an eye on the men carrying her belongings in. Her double bed, her yellow sofa and armchairs, her flatscreen TV, her green plants and herbs, her dish sets, her round kitchen table... Everything was still in one piece, even though they all looked so insignificant there. The apartment was bigger than she had expected - it had two bedrooms, so one of them was now completely empty; the kitchen was quite new and very well equipped, leaving only a couple of things to wish for for a restaurant chef; the living room was indeed roomy and her small sofa set looked rather lonely in the middle of it. Maybe she was not used to the place yet, but she decided that she needed to go shopping for some new pieces of furniture.
The apartment was still in the state of utter chaos in the evening after the men from the moving company had left. Emily stood in the middle of the big kitchen and stared at the endless boxes waiting to be unpacked and dealt with - the apartmet mostly consisted of furniture in the wrong places and wrong rooms and wrong angles, and boxes filled with everything else she owned.
At that moment she realized as an excuse to avoid the unpacking hell that she had not really eaten anything all day, so the dark-haired young woman grabbed her brown leather jacket, stuffed her keys and cellphone into its pockets, and left.
She pressed the door of the room 7134 in the seventh floor shut, and stopped in the hallway thinking of where to go in the strange building in the strange city.