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| Penny Genice | Jan 26 2007, 11:52 PM Post #1 |
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Opening the door she dragged her belongings inside with her, throwing everything down and made her way into the small kitchen leaving the door wide open. The room had no furniture but that was just fine with her ad she nodded her head in approval at no one but herself. This place was not too bad and she had already purchased a few things to furnish her small room with including a bed and dresser that had come as a set. Both had come in black just as she had asked. Sitting on the floor she waited until two assistants brought the furniture in a set it into place, after they left she unpacked all of her belongings. Laying out the new sheets and finally the pillows collapsed onto the bed and stared up at the white ceiling. Then remembering the cans of paint and easels sitting in the corner of the room stood up and headed over to where she had placed them. Picking up the darkest shade of purple and another can of black can of paint opened them up. Then taking a brush began to paint her room. It took the rest of the day to paint her bedroom in the dark shade of purple and when it had dried began to paint using the black paint. Her wrist moved in swift motions, soon swirls of black covered the walls and gave the room an almost gothic appearance. With a smile her work was done, twisted was how she liked her world even if it never made any sense. But now knowing she had to let the paint dry walked outside and stood in the hallway leaning against the wall. |
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