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Post by Badaria Madraidal on May 21, 2010 21:59:27 GMT -5
(Just a description for the first post :3 thanks!)
It is a run down apartment with peeling flowered wall paper and yellowed stone tiles from age. The house smells of years of sweets cooked in the tiny kitchen and the floor boards sound of years of stories, whispering with every step you take as if to tell you a secret of the home. The windows are hidden behind thick red curtains that send off a candle like glow about the rooms at the brightest part of the day. The master bedroom door is always closed, the door locked unless Badaria is home to assist Granny. The bathroom has some water damage on the roof while the floor's linoleum curled at the ends from years of wear and tear. The furnishing is basic, torn up, but comfortable for all, and noisy for those who help themselves to them too quickly or roughly.
While Badaria's room has it's own pad-lock on the door that only she has the key to. The curtains in this room are black, blocking all light from entering from outside. In the corner is a sturdy desk with mechanic parts scattered all about with tools in the drawers. A high powered lamp sits in on the corner of the desk and facing her latest project. The dresser has a small hanging space to the side and many a t-shirts crumpled up within, never having truly seen the light of day. The bed is a futon on the floor with bright yellow sheets in the dismal room. Any other furnishing is non-existent save for the brand-new office chair at the front of the desk.
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