ELSIE'S APARTMENT
Tenant
Elsie Boucher

hey i felt pretty when they turned out the lights
_{( i didn't know just what was going on) d e s c r i p t i o n}

A tall, two-story townhouse; it is unremarkable in almost every way. The building is shaped much like a tall shoebox, made of red brick. The front shows three plain windows -- two on the top floor, one on the bottom, all lined with white wood, and a heavy wooden door painted a grey-blue. From the side of the door hangs a handmade sign: a cauldron with pink-purple smoke billowing over the side. The front door reads "ELSIE'S WORKSHOP".

Downstairs seems wide, and while underdecorated, it's inviting -- a cute little workshop and a large kitchen. Upstairs is a totally different story. Half the size of downstairs, Elsie's loft "apartment" actually resembles the size and space of a cubbyhole than a living space. Split into three parts, the apartment is laid out simply, with practically nothing in furniture to clutter it. Elsie really has only moved in a bed, placed against the street-facing wall, and one small set of dresser drawers across from it. She has a relatively impressive walk in closet that doesn't hold anything -- she only wears one outfit, anyway.

On the opposite side of the room is a small enclosure -- the bathroom. It's so tiny that one would have to shut the door in order to take a shower. Inside this room is only the shower, a sink and toilet and a small hutch for beauty supplies and toiletries.

All in all, it's a rathole. But it's home.

she's like a devil and i saw a demon
_{( 224 faron road )}

Elsie sighed and plopped her head into both hands, cupping her chin, completely defeated. Today was supposed to be a good day for her, but it just wasn't. Everywhere she turned was another stupid obstacle that she didn't particularly feel like figuring out nor did she want to exert enough energy to solve in. For the past three days she had been sleeping on a mattress on the floor for that exact reason. Despite receiving her new bed frame and all her furniture, she was too lazy to actually move it into the apartment, except for the mattress and the couch. Everything else? It littered the already snow-covered walkway.

Elsie had lost the battle with the movers who had delivered it. Trying everything from "I'm sick" to "I'm pregnant" hadn't phased the hardened men at all -- nope, they were paid to deliver the stuff, not carry it in and set it up. Once they had explained that enough time (which was about 15 times for the stubborn girl), they hopped in their old rusty truck and was off.

"Stupid Cordelia," the alchemist muttered, sticking her tongue out at the pile of utter crap that probably wouldn't even fit in the apartment to begin with, "Such a damn cheap-skate." Sighing again, the girl finally stood up. It wasn't doing any good to just sit there, so she might as well over-exert herself in an attempt to get everything inside. Maybe she'd break a bone and have to go to the hospital. The hospital staff would feel so terrible for the young alchemist they'd gather volunteers to set up her house. Well, a girl could dream.

Coming around, Elsie first unlocked her door and swung it wide open, inviting the freezing air into her toasty home. She'd regret it later, but she didn't really have a choice right now -- regardless, she didn't own enough blankets to keep herself warm. This place was ridiculous, what kind of place got this cold!?

Positioning herself behind her cauldron, Elsie dug her heels into the ground as she attempted to shove it with her entire body. It resisted at first, before sliding violently across the ground and crashing width-wise against her doorframe. Elsie came crashing too, directly onto her bottom with a defeated HMPH!, as all the air was knocked out of her. Groaning, the girl threw her arms across her chest.

She wouldn't be moving until she could find someone to help.

well, i feel bad for nothing anymore.
_{( elsie ) w24 - midmorning - ze}

Snow- the idea of it always been a fairytale, and if not that, really foreign to Ze. Walking down the Hyssop District’s snow covered streets, bundled in a cobalt winter coat, black wool hat, and black boots, a child-like glee was painted on the 21 year old’s face. One would think that the young man was at least use to seeing the slush on the ground, but it didn’t lose his interest just yet. Call him childish if you must, though Ze preferred the term ‘curious’. His curiosity led to walk around town, without any particular path to go or a certain way back to the inn. It was his curiosity that he was still wandering around in the snow, not the fact that he was INDEED lost.

Comparing how Saffron was and his native Island, there were a lot differences. Back home, palm, banana and occasionally, a coconut tree, decorate the island’s beach front and village. They grew fruits, sugarcane, and coco, heavily dependent on export; the people, despite the exports, weren’t as sweet. Accusatory glances and gossip lips, his ‘fellow’ villagers were people who hid behind the image of a bright and pleasant. But he digresses. In Saffron, though he haven’t met much people (actually only one person, really), he could tell these towns people were a friendly bunch. Despite the fact his warm island sun was replaced- for the time being- by a biting wind and snow covered the ground; despite the fact he couldn’t simply grab a banana when he pleases off the non-existent tropical trees; despite the fact he was a little bit home sick, Ze had a feeling he’ll really enjoy Saffron.

Especially if everyone was as nice as that cute blond……

“Oh no, Ze don’t start now…” He mentally smacked himself, his cheeks darken at a bit the thought. He wasn’t sure where that thought came from, But it isn’t really a lie-. Great, now his mind going to go bother him when he was having such a nice walk; Ze pinched the bridge of nose, Don’t start thinking about stupid things-. Suddenly, he felt himself tripped over something, and fell to the ground in a very ungraceful way. It was certain that Ze regret to not wearing a scarf or something, because he could felt the snow already numbing his cheeks. Just his luck.

"Goddess, Damn it all to hell and back." Elsie murmurred, arms still crossed. So far she had held fast and hard to her vow of not-moving-until-help arrived vow, but truth be told it had only been a few minutes: Five, if you were being generous... two if you being honest. Elsie was actually a little shocked that no one had come by yet (she was living in the denial-ridden world of five minutes), especially with a 'new neighbor' in their midst. Most people, she had learned, were incredibly nosy (herself included). A truck in this town seemed relatively unheard of, there weren't that many. Where were the throngs of curious gawkers, stupid window-licking children and strong, strapping men to help her move her stupid cheap into her stupid cramped apartment, so she could live in stupid peace?

What was this place?

After what seemed like ages (see: three minutes total lapsed), her prayers (see also: curses) were answered. Someone came traipsing along her street, but it didn't take very long to realize that this dude, whoever he was, had his head in the clouds. Similar to Bren in blissful unawareness, he had the same awkward, scarlet look of love and thought-constipation that the kid was wearing earlier this week. Elsie watched him in disbelief -- it was almost as if he was having a conversation with himself, the lovebird look, then the disgust, then the 'why-would-you-think-that' actions, then the tripping over her cheap endtable, which was really just some spray-painted plyboards (she was stingy), then clattering to the ground, busting one of the legs of the end table and busting himself too.

"Shoot!" She wailed, leaping up frantically. She rushed over to the guy, fretting over him as he hadn't moved yet. She made a quick circle around him and then ever so carefully, began sliding away some of the cracked remains of her table from him. Maybe some wood glue and another coat of paint, it'd be fine, and she wouldn't have to spend that ever-elusive cash that she never had anyway.

"HEY!" She finally came to, turning on the guy who had tripped. Grabbing him by one arm, the small girl yanked him back up, only to realize that his seated position was practically the same as her height[i]. Perfect -- tall, maybe a little strong. She could definitely use this to her advantage. It was time to do some acting.

"It's broken! You broke my stuff, dude!" She threw her hands up and dropped the pieces she had salvaged. "What the... what were you [i]thinking?"



(I had Runa move your post, if you don't mind. :] I have 2 topics; one for her shop/work, and one for home.)