He's been pretty much yellow, and I've been kind of blue...
Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray), Smoke (inthecenterfold), Lea (seeya_next_life)
Date/Time: October 23rd (backdated), noon and afternoon
Location: Melee Island, Kurayami's studio
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kurayami tries to get her studio and her life straightened out. Fortunately, she's got gingers to help.
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The weather was brilliantly sunny, pouring a wealth of liquid gold through the broken window of Kurayami's studio to light up the damp floor, strewn with the debris that the hurricane had blown inside.
Branches were thrown willy-nilly in drifts against the walls, along with broken glass, twigs, mud and unidentifiable debris. The bed was a soggy, sour-smelling lost cause, and both chairs had been knocked over, one of them broken in the process. Now and then, there was a soft 'plink' as water lazily trickled down the broken twigs of an enormous branch where it hung through the hole it had made in the roof and dripped into a spreading puddle below.
Standing in the doorway with her hands propped on her hips, Kurayami surveyed the wreckage, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed at the irony of the sunshine warming up her hair. Her paintings and art supplies, at least, ought to be more or less safe in the cabinets where she'd locked them away. That was the important part.
Well, the rest of this wasn't going to clean itself up. With a sigh, she pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and waded into the mess.
Date/Time: October 23rd (backdated), noon and afternoon
Location: Melee Island, Kurayami's studio
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kurayami tries to get her studio and her life straightened out. Fortunately, she's got gingers to help.
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The weather was brilliantly sunny, pouring a wealth of liquid gold through the broken window of Kurayami's studio to light up the damp floor, strewn with the debris that the hurricane had blown inside.
Branches were thrown willy-nilly in drifts against the walls, along with broken glass, twigs, mud and unidentifiable debris. The bed was a soggy, sour-smelling lost cause, and both chairs had been knocked over, one of them broken in the process. Now and then, there was a soft 'plink' as water lazily trickled down the broken twigs of an enormous branch where it hung through the hole it had made in the roof and dripped into a spreading puddle below.
Standing in the doorway with her hands propped on her hips, Kurayami surveyed the wreckage, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed at the irony of the sunshine warming up her hair. Her paintings and art supplies, at least, ought to be more or less safe in the cabinets where she'd locked them away. That was the important part.
Well, the rest of this wasn't going to clean itself up. With a sigh, she pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and waded into the mess.