Entry tags:

angelina johnson, palmer montague

Who: Angelina and Palmer
What: Hunting for a house big enough so they never have to see each other.
Where: Variety of areas, hoping from house to house.
When: Thursday, late morning
Rating: At least PG-13 for Angelina's mouth
Status: Closed/In Progress

The last thing she wanted to do was spend the day off she had with her future husband. But Palmer was going to be arriving at her flat in a few minutes, and then they were off to find a house to 'call their own.' As long as the house was large enough that she never had to lay eyes on him unless she deliberately looked for him. Like hell that would ever happen. Standing in her bathroom, Angelina tugged on her shirt just a little, tilting her head to the side. Her outfit of faded denim jeans, spiked black boots, and black tank top, covered by a form fitting black leather jacket should do. Her hair fell in lose curls nearly to her waste. Why she was so concerned about how she looked, she didn't know. Maybe she just needed to look her best around him so any jabs he may wanted to make about maybe her looking bad would be obviously false.

Sighing, she curled her finger around her hair for a moment, before walking out of her bathroom. Her purse was on their chair in her living room, beside it Nocturne, her kitten was curled up, peering at Angelina with vivid green eyes, the kinds of eyes felines had. She scooped up her ever growing kitten and cradled her in her arms, stroking her head. Nocturne began to purr, and Angelina smiled. "At least I'll still have you, and Nike, when I'm stuck in the marriage of hell." she muttered, before looking over to her owl, Nike, who was asleep on her pearch.

Her apartment was clean, well decorated, and finally just the way she liked it. Now she was going to have to move. On the plus side, Palmer didn't seem to have a problem with staying in Ireland. Or at least he hadn't before. But that was then, maybe he would have a problem with it now. Her gaze fell on her large windows, eyes scanning over the roof tops in front of her, ignoring the people who walked the ground many stories below. Hopefully this wouldn't be too painful.