BAH
Prompt: Settling In
Community: your_scribbles
Title: This place is my cage
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: This, was ridiculously tough to do. I couldn't decide how to do it. >[ BAH, I hate settings. And yes, this is the place that I live, doesn't it sound homie?
Her keys jingled against the blue steel door. Her name tag, along with her roommates was a blinding eyesore and she hated it. Honestly, she wished she could have done it. But it doesn't matter, her poster covered the bottom half of the door. It didn't really matter.
As much.
Once the door is open, she walks into a slightly dark room. Once again, he roommate is watching something in the dark, curtains closed. Even though the day is still present and she's wishing for the warmth of the sun. She turns her slightly to the right, her roommates desk is clean, as always. It's like she here, but not really. She turns her head to the left, and walks more into the room. Her bed looks like its coming out of the closet and that the bed is slightly made for once. And it doesn't have her clothes or junk on it. She smiles slightly and drops her bag on it. Now it looked more normal.
At the foot of her bed is her hamper, the grey springy one full with dirty clothes. And her desk, must not for get that it is there too, her lovely Mac computer is sitting there waiting for her. Her blank n' grey printer (that came free with her computer!) is chilling beside ready to go. On her desk, there is make papers, some stapled together, others not. There is a roll of cheap toilet paper with three different types of writing instruments sitting in the middle.
A green stapler and a black hole puncher are behind the computer, wires of few colours are coming out of the computer. A broken mannequin is sitting between the wires, along with a black water bottle. Another metal water bottle sits behind teh black one, and behind that a black phone, covered in dust showing, it usage. A blue curved lamp sits beside a white power bar, where most of the wires from the computer connect too. She goes to sit on her home brought chair. She extends her foot, to remember the large black bag that rests there.
She swivels in her wooden chair, to look at her bed and it's rolling hills sheets. Her three large pillow take up a good portion of the top half of her bed. Beside the head of her bed, on the floor is her bath bucket full of acne control face scrub and her different soaps. Beside that is her black shoes and sandals. At the very head of her bed, the part that connects to the closet is more bags and clothes, some dirty and some clean. She doesn't really care. Some of her sweater hang in the closet, her pajamas in the wood tower the school gave her, along with some other sweaters. Her pants, clean products (what? the bathrooms weren't going to clean themselves...) and oatmeal is chilling beside the previously mentioned pants. She let a loud sigh, and swiveled back to face the computer.
"I guess I should get to work huh?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing, -----, nothing. Go back to whatever you're watching."
Community: your_scribbles
Title: This place is my cage
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: This, was ridiculously tough to do. I couldn't decide how to do it. >[ BAH, I hate settings. And yes, this is the place that I live, doesn't it sound homie?
Her keys jingled against the blue steel door. Her name tag, along with her roommates was a blinding eyesore and she hated it. Honestly, she wished she could have done it. But it doesn't matter, her poster covered the bottom half of the door. It didn't really matter.
As much.
Once the door is open, she walks into a slightly dark room. Once again, he roommate is watching something in the dark, curtains closed. Even though the day is still present and she's wishing for the warmth of the sun. She turns her slightly to the right, her roommates desk is clean, as always. It's like she here, but not really. She turns her head to the left, and walks more into the room. Her bed looks like its coming out of the closet and that the bed is slightly made for once. And it doesn't have her clothes or junk on it. She smiles slightly and drops her bag on it. Now it looked more normal.
At the foot of her bed is her hamper, the grey springy one full with dirty clothes. And her desk, must not for get that it is there too, her lovely Mac computer is sitting there waiting for her. Her blank n' grey printer (that came free with her computer!) is chilling beside ready to go. On her desk, there is make papers, some stapled together, others not. There is a roll of cheap toilet paper with three different types of writing instruments sitting in the middle.
A green stapler and a black hole puncher are behind the computer, wires of few colours are coming out of the computer. A broken mannequin is sitting between the wires, along with a black water bottle. Another metal water bottle sits behind teh black one, and behind that a black phone, covered in dust showing, it usage. A blue curved lamp sits beside a white power bar, where most of the wires from the computer connect too. She goes to sit on her home brought chair. She extends her foot, to remember the large black bag that rests there.
She swivels in her wooden chair, to look at her bed and it's rolling hills sheets. Her three large pillow take up a good portion of the top half of her bed. Beside the head of her bed, on the floor is her bath bucket full of acne control face scrub and her different soaps. Beside that is her black shoes and sandals. At the very head of her bed, the part that connects to the closet is more bags and clothes, some dirty and some clean. She doesn't really care. Some of her sweater hang in the closet, her pajamas in the wood tower the school gave her, along with some other sweaters. Her pants, clean products (what? the bathrooms weren't going to clean themselves...) and oatmeal is chilling beside the previously mentioned pants. She let a loud sigh, and swiveled back to face the computer.
"I guess I should get to work huh?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing, -----, nothing. Go back to whatever you're watching."