Who: Prudence & Ren What: Pru starts up her Halloween decorations; she's dragging dead bodies stuff from her car to the elevator and up to the second floor. Where: Lobby to 2nd floor When: 10/27/10, a few hours after her forum post Warnings: None that I can think of.
A humming resonated from Pru's white throat as she used one hip to slam closed her hand-me-down VW's door, her hands busy holding a fifth cardboard box of All Hallow's Eve decorations. Ear buds plugged into each side of her head fed her brain dark, soulful, and potentially slightly emo words by Diary of Dreams - the particular song was "Dead Letter", but Pru was a huge fan and knew the lyrics for all of the band's songs. Her lips moved wordlessly, following Adrian's voice with no hesitation, and she started back towards the apartment building in soundless shoes. She was dressed somewhat out there but nothing terribly shocking. Not that anything Prudence ever wore was shocking, not when one had seen her creations. Her keys jingled from the pocket of her jacket, but otherwise the world was drowned out by the synths and dramatic tunes dancing through her head.
The contents of the box, however, were not made by her hand. Instead, it was filled with somewhat cheesy decor - black and orange streamers, dancing skeletons, light-up spiders and plastic bats. Upstairs there were already a myriad of gravestones and spider webs, all sitting in a pile by her brand-new front door, the one with the numbers two-oh-nine stenciled on them so nicely. It wasn't the first time she'd lived away from home, but it was her first apartment, something she was very excited about. While she'd attended school, her mother had insisted on her staying in a dormitory. As though anything she could get up to would be impeded by the RAs (no, it'd just been encouraged as long as it had stayed under the radar). She found that she had thrived in such an environment (the socializing, not the pranks and other things they had gotten up to) and after she moved home once she'd graduated, she'd put down her foot quite firmly that once she found a steady job, she was moving out.
Somewhat to her surprise, her mother had given up little protest, perhaps having grown used to the idea that her only child was an adult. Of course, Mary had insisted on being able to visit, which was something Prudence couldn't begrudge her, though she still dreaded her mother's visits, whenever those were going to occur. But at present she was content to not worry about such a thing, instead focused on decorating the second floor for the last few days of October. It would be strange, living in a hall entirely on her own, but not necessarily unwelcome - she was perfectly fine with being on her own - but she had grown somewhat used to the idea that other people were living and breathing and doing whatever behind each door of her dormitory hallway. It had still seemed a ghost town from time to time, but the silence was always broken by the odd sputter of laughter, shriek, or muted thumping of someone's speakers turned up too loudly.
Pru reached the elevator after walking across the nice lobby of the building, hit the elevator with the knuckles of her right hand and readjusted the box. The stairs were always an option, but she didn't prefer lugging the semi-heavy object up the stairs when an elevator was perfectly usable. Doors slid open soundlessly, at least to Pru, and she stepped inside and hit the 2 until it glowed - the doors started closing, but were unable to complete their job as a hand thrust inwards to push them back open. Suddenly aware that she had completely missed someone asking her to hold the elevator, Pru shifted the box to between the wall and her hip and jabbed the OPEN DOORS button with the thumb of her left hand.