Post by Kaylie Fugate on May 6, 2010 18:39:04 GMT -5
Being in a new house brought on an excitement all of it's own. Everything was so...clean. So perfect. There were no scuffs on the walls or steps, no dust bunnies nipping at feet. It was like walking into your parents room for the first time. All the furniture was new and had already been delivered, though the protective saran wrap was still around the televisions and white coverings protected everything else. The interior walls were as white as the sheets covering up the new furniture.
Well...Okay, so they weren't.
On the main floor, the living room, dining room, and "family" room had been sponge painted in shades of a calming pale turquoise. The kitchen was still pure white, though the glass doors to the cabinets showed an array of colorful plates and cups. Tucked away behind all of the bright dining ware, however, were to pristine sets of antique china.
Upstairs, the master bedroom had faint pencil marks for fleeting ideas for designs. Nothing else had been painted up there. the basement, however...was a different story. The laundry room was a bright, eye burning neon orange. An open can of black paint was left open inside for any ideas of decoration to sprout from. The bathroom was just as eye-burning bright, but was green. The extra bedroom was painted white, though half a dozen paint cans were left open in puddles of their own stain on the covered floor. One way or another, the various colors were splattered on every wall, speckling it like a rainbow.
It was because of this room that the new homeowner was now seated on the front porch, speckled in colors just like the last room. Tri-colored hair was held back by a pink bandanna, though paint still littered the locks. A pair of dark blue jeans, faded and turn in spots, hugged her lower half while a simple white tank top took care of her torso. Both articles of clothing were just as speckles as her hair. Two streaks of pain, one yellow and one green, outlined either side of the young woman's face and dripped onto her forearm as she tilted her head back to take a swig of a bottle of beer.
Perched on the front steps, Kaylie left the windows to the townhouse open to air out the odor of paint. Music blared from inside, and she simply offered a childish grin to whomever walked by with a quizzical look to their face. Boxes decorated her front yard, waiting patiently to be carried inside.
"Fine! Don't say hi to your new neighbor!" Kaylie shouted with a laugh as a woman walked by with her smell dog on a leash. When the woman looked back a second time, Kaylie raised her bottle with a grin. The grin faded quickly as the woman walked on. "Fine...See if I offer you somethin' to drink," the colorful woman murmured, shrugging as she looked around again. It was too quiet of a neighborhood...too much like home. Drawing in her lower lip, she bit down on it roughly before bringing the beer to her lips for a deep chug.
