Post by Natalie Coster on Jul 3, 2014 0:41:52 GMT -6
Natalie walks into her new apartment, dropping her bags by the door and looking around the place. To the right theres a small kitchen and to the left a small hallway leading towards the bedrooms and bathrooms. She turns around and closes the door behind her, taking the key and putting it on one of the kitchen counters and grabs her bags before heading towards the bedrooms. She looks into both before deciding on the one to her right, given that it has a window overlooking the street. She puts her two suitcases on the floor, taking a moment to breathe.
The entire apartment smells like dust. Not just the dust that comes from an unused apartment, but the dust that comes from a shop yet to be rented. Some people may think she's odd for picking the apartment above the vacant shop, but she likes her privacy. She can hear the sound of traffic and a faint trace of the wind outside through the cracked-open window. Letting out a deep sigh, she allows herself to relish in the fact that she's going to stay here for more than a few weeks.
Hopefully.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she tips open the lid of her lighter suitcase. Pulling out the air-mattress, inflation device, and the dirty set of sheets, she tosses them to the side to blow up before she sleeps. She closes the suitcase, pushing it aside only to retrieve the other one, opening it only to grab her toiletries and a towel. Closing the lid lightly, she crawls over to the air mattress, attaches the inflation device, and stands up, bringing the toiletries and towel with her.
She walks over to the shower, stripping out of her too-worn clothes and stepping under the hot spray. Living on the road has its downsides, one of them being only able to shower every couple days and even then usually the water is cold or the bathroom is so unsanitary the moment you step out, you have just as much oil and dirt on you as you did before. Having an unlimited and clean source of water is more than nice.
After washing the oil from your hair and the dirt from her body, she steps out and walks out to her suitcase, grabbing a pair of pajamas before changing into them and hanging the towel up on the rack in the bathroom. She walks back to the bedroom and disconnects the inflation device, quickly tossing the sheets and pillow on the bed before sitting on it, but not before grabbing her laptop from her suitcase.
She sets up her phone as a WiFi hotspot and logs onto her laptop. Making a quick mental checklist of the furniture she needs for her apartment (a bed, desk, set of drawers, couch, table and chairs), she heads to the IKEA website and purchases the cheapest furniture she can, careful not to spend too much. She only has $3,000 right now and she needs to make it last. After purchasing, she carefully sets down her electronics to the side of her bed and lays down, pulling the blanket around her.
Her last moments before sleeping are spent fingering the necklace that would be there if she hadn't thrown it in the river back home before she left.
The entire apartment smells like dust. Not just the dust that comes from an unused apartment, but the dust that comes from a shop yet to be rented. Some people may think she's odd for picking the apartment above the vacant shop, but she likes her privacy. She can hear the sound of traffic and a faint trace of the wind outside through the cracked-open window. Letting out a deep sigh, she allows herself to relish in the fact that she's going to stay here for more than a few weeks.
Hopefully.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she tips open the lid of her lighter suitcase. Pulling out the air-mattress, inflation device, and the dirty set of sheets, she tosses them to the side to blow up before she sleeps. She closes the suitcase, pushing it aside only to retrieve the other one, opening it only to grab her toiletries and a towel. Closing the lid lightly, she crawls over to the air mattress, attaches the inflation device, and stands up, bringing the toiletries and towel with her.
She walks over to the shower, stripping out of her too-worn clothes and stepping under the hot spray. Living on the road has its downsides, one of them being only able to shower every couple days and even then usually the water is cold or the bathroom is so unsanitary the moment you step out, you have just as much oil and dirt on you as you did before. Having an unlimited and clean source of water is more than nice.
After washing the oil from your hair and the dirt from her body, she steps out and walks out to her suitcase, grabbing a pair of pajamas before changing into them and hanging the towel up on the rack in the bathroom. She walks back to the bedroom and disconnects the inflation device, quickly tossing the sheets and pillow on the bed before sitting on it, but not before grabbing her laptop from her suitcase.
She sets up her phone as a WiFi hotspot and logs onto her laptop. Making a quick mental checklist of the furniture she needs for her apartment (a bed, desk, set of drawers, couch, table and chairs), she heads to the IKEA website and purchases the cheapest furniture she can, careful not to spend too much. She only has $3,000 right now and she needs to make it last. After purchasing, she carefully sets down her electronics to the side of her bed and lays down, pulling the blanket around her.
Her last moments before sleeping are spent fingering the necklace that would be there if she hadn't thrown it in the river back home before she left.