Who: Prudence & Kami What: Cupcakes and awesome FX Where: Pru's apartment, 209 When: 10/29/10 Warnings: Links to some gross pictures. Everything is fake, btw, but if someone doesn't like that kind of stuff, here's your warning.
Her apartment was still fairly not unpacked - maybe forty percent, what with the numerous cardboard boxes still lining the walls. Major pieces of furniture had been attended to first, those being a couch and coffee table, a projector for screening movies on one wall rather than a television (Pru liked the old-school feeling it had, almost like a drive in theater), and her desk in one corner with her elaborate desktop all set up, currently flashing a sleep screen of various green numbers and symbols not unsimilar to those found in the Matrix movies. Music, soft drowning symphonies that were similar to funeral dirges, was emanating from the speakers, helping to set an atmosphere. And this was just the living room - her victorian queen-sized bed had been assembled, along with matching dresser and nightstand, in the small bedroom.
Of course, the items shrank the room down to almost a matchbox, but Pru didn't mind. The items were hand-me-downs from her mother, items that had been passed down in the family and had, until recent, been stored away and were once being considered to be sold until the money from her father's untimely death had appeared. The items had history and Pru loved the idea that she could lay a hand on the headboard and know she was touching something real. Something solid that was full of stories.
Mostly, though, upon viewing Prudence's apartment, one could speculate that the items were a little on the macabre side. Darker colors, mostly reds, grays, and browns, were rampant but had a soothing effect. Of course, little decoration was up, but one could surmise that the remaining cardboard boxes would remedy that issue. Pru was digging into once such box, bubble wrap and styrofoam peanuts scattered on the floor, when she heard a knock at her door - thinking of those she'd spoken to on the forum, she wondered for a moment as to who it might be. Another thought, and a quick sniff of the air that revealed the scent of chocolate, answered that question and a smile painted itself on her face as she took a few steps slowly and gracefully in stockinged feet (her outfit one of her usual, hair in a loose braid down her shoulder) to the door, opening it to see who was on the other side.