Post by kittypatter on Jan 23, 2010 14:27:09 GMT -5
Everybody loves a Winner.
( the secretly epic roleplay between Lola loversnag and Katty catface. )
The building was large, spacious, made of orange brick and dotted with windows that looked in on various flat owners. They had the one at the top, the ceilings to their rooms slopped slightly because of their closeness to the roof, but everything else was as it should be. Their front door was a bright blue, you then followed up some stairs and came to a landing which let you go towards a kitchen and a lounge. Above that another flight of stairs, a small bedroom, a medium bedroom and a pristine white bathroom.
Two girls stood on the curb, one balancing along the edge, careful not to slip into the guttering as both waited for the delivery van. Two years separated them apart, the youngest of them was lazily twirling around a tall, black lamppost, humming something incoherent. Brown hair rested in a short bob, the brown of dark chocolate, azure blue eyes watching as the building faded in a blur as her speed picked up.
Letting go of the post, Roxanne steadied herself, waiting for everything to fall back into focus. She had heard the faint rumble of a van and true to her ears the vehicle came trudging down the crowded street. Cars littered the roadsides, packed in so tightly it seemed unachievable for anyone to move without causing a scratch to the other. The so called delivery van was actually a white ford, a ladder placed on the rack, tied down with some blue rope.
The back of the van was brimmed to the top with the girls items, a boy sat in the drivers seat, cursing as he tried to squeeze into an impossibly small spot. Opening the door for her brother, Roxanne greeted her sibling before pulling a set of jangling keys out of her pocket and chucked them towards Georgie. The brunette smiled at her elder friend before bouncing around to the back of the vehicle.
Their friendship had started off as an unlikely passing, soon to end after they found other people to plague moans and dim-witted conversations on. But they had stretched it out after Georgie had fortunately moved closer. Now both girls had gone on their way to London, the town that supposedly held everything, when, for the moment held nothing but confusion and unknown passages. Grabbing a bulging cardboard box that to Roxanne weighed of bricks and probably only contained teddies, the teenmade her way towards the building, skipping up the steps she then plonked the box in the centre of the stairs, flexing her arms in mock tiredness.
‘What do we think, George?’ she breathed as she finally made her way up the stairs, depositing the box on one of the bare mattresses in the smallest room. Although small it contained a neat row of built in wardrobes and so what the room lacked was made up with storage.
( the secretly epic roleplay between Lola loversnag and Katty catface. )
The building was large, spacious, made of orange brick and dotted with windows that looked in on various flat owners. They had the one at the top, the ceilings to their rooms slopped slightly because of their closeness to the roof, but everything else was as it should be. Their front door was a bright blue, you then followed up some stairs and came to a landing which let you go towards a kitchen and a lounge. Above that another flight of stairs, a small bedroom, a medium bedroom and a pristine white bathroom.
Two girls stood on the curb, one balancing along the edge, careful not to slip into the guttering as both waited for the delivery van. Two years separated them apart, the youngest of them was lazily twirling around a tall, black lamppost, humming something incoherent. Brown hair rested in a short bob, the brown of dark chocolate, azure blue eyes watching as the building faded in a blur as her speed picked up.
Letting go of the post, Roxanne steadied herself, waiting for everything to fall back into focus. She had heard the faint rumble of a van and true to her ears the vehicle came trudging down the crowded street. Cars littered the roadsides, packed in so tightly it seemed unachievable for anyone to move without causing a scratch to the other. The so called delivery van was actually a white ford, a ladder placed on the rack, tied down with some blue rope.
The back of the van was brimmed to the top with the girls items, a boy sat in the drivers seat, cursing as he tried to squeeze into an impossibly small spot. Opening the door for her brother, Roxanne greeted her sibling before pulling a set of jangling keys out of her pocket and chucked them towards Georgie. The brunette smiled at her elder friend before bouncing around to the back of the vehicle.
Their friendship had started off as an unlikely passing, soon to end after they found other people to plague moans and dim-witted conversations on. But they had stretched it out after Georgie had fortunately moved closer. Now both girls had gone on their way to London, the town that supposedly held everything, when, for the moment held nothing but confusion and unknown passages. Grabbing a bulging cardboard box that to Roxanne weighed of bricks and probably only contained teddies, the teenmade her way towards the building, skipping up the steps she then plonked the box in the centre of the stairs, flexing her arms in mock tiredness.
‘What do we think, George?’ she breathed as she finally made her way up the stairs, depositing the box on one of the bare mattresses in the smallest room. Although small it contained a neat row of built in wardrobes and so what the room lacked was made up with storage.
