characters: Colleen and Jasper setting: Friday evening - Colleen's apartment. content: The makings of an epic summer blockbuster hit co-starring shirtless Ryan Gosling. summary: Jasper comes over...with FOOD. Also, they have a lot to talk about.
After a day's worth of city clean up, Colleen came back to the loft. It was coming together, slowly but surely--the humongous scorch mark on her brick wall left by a very fiery (very infected) mutant months before was impossible to get rid of, but the harder she scrubbed away at it, the more acceptable it became. It gave her place more character, definitely, but really that could have just been her sore arms talking. The front door was still badly damaged, but she found spare locks, and the floors were mopped clean. The tall window, though, as the evening poured gold rays onto the hardwood, were a little bit more of a challenge, one that she had been putting off with plastic and duct tape until now. The mutant took a pretty hard fall through it, and now Colleen had to see what she could do with melted frames. Dropping blackened shards of glass into a paper bag, Colleen worked diligently until the light began to leave her, and by then she had glassless frames and their measurements.
Colleen patched them up with fresh duct tape and thick sheets of green plastic, why not add even more character?, because it turned out that she was terribly ill-equipped to do more than that. Maybe when the city was back on its feet and she could afford a professional. Colleen pushed her stool to the table and dragged a hefty garbage bag against the wall (apparently scaring the wits out of the little orange cat who made a home for itself there and dashed anxiously behind the couch, sorry...you), then stood in the middle of the studio with her hands loose on her hips, assessing her progress. It felt less tarnished with each day, though not quite like home anymore. Anything could have happened here while she in hiding, and if it could, it probably did; there had definitely been proof of that. Scratching her jaw, looking thoughtful, Colleen moved to the bathroom to wash some of that day's efforts off her hands and face, then ambled into the kitchen to find a screwdriver.