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Date: June 24, 2011Setting: Thornbury Time: Afternoon, middle of the day Weather: Mostly Cloudy Character Form: Optime |
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Evelyn straightened the usual old, dark olive shirt that she wore most days, making sure she looked half decent as she glanced over herself in the cracked, dirty mirror. Today she was going to help Galileo paint the store, and though she didn’t really think how messy it could be, she at least didn’t want to be ratty; it was probably a girl thing, wanting to look nice even in silliest occasions. She didn’t own many cloths, and what she did have was hanging over an iron rod in her wardrobe that was nestled in the corner of her bedroom, near the emptied but clean fireplace. Like the rest of the house, the room wasn’t remarkable, but in a far better condition than when the she had first claimed it. She had finished the rest of the roof yesterday, patching whatever holes or leaks there were, and now the store was ready to be painted, and Evelyn couldn’t wait for the drab, faint colors that were currently on the building to be covered up. This was the project─ besides the caravan that she, Bangle, Sky, and Taliesin were building─ that was the biggest thing she ever tried to recreate, and it made her excited that it was reaching a vital point this day.
She exited the room, climbing down the stairs as she combed her mane with her fingers mindlessly, and slipped through two rooms and walked out onto the porch. The sun was at a good height in the sky, and Evelyn could almost feel its rays from the shady porch, but the heat didn’t concern her; she discovered that the store had a basement, and in it colored bottles which she filled with fresh water, and if she or Galileo get parched, it wouldn’t become a problem. There were also other bottles down in the underground floor, never before opened and filled with preserved liquid, but the girl knew very well by the alcoholic scent that they wouldn’t be drinking that, since she had before seen its side effects. Besides, today was supposed to be fun, no worries to be concerned about and just to hang out with a friend. Nothing could seem like a better idea for the wolfdog, and to keep herself from thinking about anything to bother her, she pulled up a chair and sat patiently in it; she wondered what colors Galileo was going to bring, and knew he would be here soon with the paint.
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