Woke up, got out of bed
Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray), OPEN
Date/Time: October 7th, morning to early afternoon
Location: From level 1 housing, to the elevator, to Melee Island!
Rating: PG, unless somebody drops something heavy on their foot.
Summary: Kurayami is, at long last, moving house. She hopes she won't have to do it alone.
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Morning was hard to notice in a room without windows. Fortunately, she hadn't slept well, anyway.
So this is it, Kurayami thought, quietly lying on her back without opening her eyes or getting out of bed. Just for a moment. Even though her wings were cramping slightly and her mouth tasted like six in the morning.
It wasn't much of a room, but it was the first home she could remember, and she wanted to print the memory of waking up there in her mind as crisply as possible. No memory was sacred, here, but it couldn't hurt to make the effort.
She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, experiencing the slightly musty smell of the room, the soft crumple of her sheets on the thin futon mattress. Pushing away the bad times, the sleepless nights and the faint ghostly whistles. Remembering the good times, her friends' smiles and the flavor of coffee ice cream.
Then she opened her eyes, sat up and climbed out of bed, and began methodically stripping the sheets and folding them. She didn't own much that wasn't already in her studio. She only had a few boxes of clothes and her furniture to move, but it wouldn't hurt to be packed soon, in case people started showing up as promised. And anyway, there was her new bed to fetch...
Date/Time: October 7th, morning to early afternoon
Location: From level 1 housing, to the elevator, to Melee Island!
Rating: PG, unless somebody drops something heavy on their foot.
Summary: Kurayami is, at long last, moving house. She hopes she won't have to do it alone.
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Morning was hard to notice in a room without windows. Fortunately, she hadn't slept well, anyway.
So this is it, Kurayami thought, quietly lying on her back without opening her eyes or getting out of bed. Just for a moment. Even though her wings were cramping slightly and her mouth tasted like six in the morning.
It wasn't much of a room, but it was the first home she could remember, and she wanted to print the memory of waking up there in her mind as crisply as possible. No memory was sacred, here, but it couldn't hurt to make the effort.
She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, experiencing the slightly musty smell of the room, the soft crumple of her sheets on the thin futon mattress. Pushing away the bad times, the sleepless nights and the faint ghostly whistles. Remembering the good times, her friends' smiles and the flavor of coffee ice cream.
Then she opened her eyes, sat up and climbed out of bed, and began methodically stripping the sheets and folding them. She didn't own much that wasn't already in her studio. She only had a few boxes of clothes and her furniture to move, but it wouldn't hurt to be packed soon, in case people started showing up as promised. And anyway, there was her new bed to fetch...