01-24-2010, 09:22 PM
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Grats on the SoSuWriMo
also, hope it was okay that I said they kept the paint at his place.
Nodding, the redhead shot out of the room and back down the stairs, the wooden boards beneath his feet creaking all the way. He returned a few moments later with a couple of folded sheets in his arms. All of them were from the pile that was bed, though what he figured was that he could afford to lose a couple of them; there were too many as it were. Those in his hands were the oldest ones, the ones that were soon to be thrown out anyway. Dropping all the cloth onto the mattress with a dull thump, he moved to pull the almost completely empty dresser into the middle of the room, right next to the bed which had been pushed away from the walls earlier. Unfurling a creme colored length of cloth, the redhead draped it over the dresser, making sure that the length of it would cover everything from the top down to the floor. The second covered the lone mattress, and the other two would go to lay on the floor around the wall they would work with.
"Are two of these to use tarps, okay? I figure getting the hardwood stained with paint would be bad." Maybe one day he would go find some varnish for it so that it would shine once more with no more scuff marks. The last lengths of cloth fluttered to the floor with Strel's feet adjusting their positioning with ease. Mati was checking the walls, and it seemed all the bumps on it would be easy to ignore or fix since she did not express any concern over their presence. He did not see how they could fix them, since he had no idea how the humans had done it in their day. Oh well, if the Church woman could work with it, then there were no problems to get worked up about. Strelein had confidence in her ability as a painter, so she surely would inform him if there were issues with the walls they would be painting upon shortly.
Turning to face her, smile everlasting on his face, the redhead asked, "So what is our plan of action? What shall we start with?" A few footsteps took him toward a small closet on the opposite wall. Opening the cracked door revealed all the paint they had scavenged from the city of Halifax and one of its unlucky hardware stores. All of it was there, cans stacked on cans on the bottom of the closet. Strel had risked a couple of cans on the shelves, but fear of them cracking and breaking under the pressure had let him to pull them out and stack them in his studio so the cans could be stacked instead. Hopefully nothing was missing from his store of the stuff. "And what do you think we should do with this door? Paint over it?" he asked as he started pulling cans out to the middle of the room, beside the bed, two at a time.
Grats on the SoSuWriMo
also, hope it was okay that I said they kept the paint at his place.Nodding, the redhead shot out of the room and back down the stairs, the wooden boards beneath his feet creaking all the way. He returned a few moments later with a couple of folded sheets in his arms. All of them were from the pile that was bed, though what he figured was that he could afford to lose a couple of them; there were too many as it were. Those in his hands were the oldest ones, the ones that were soon to be thrown out anyway. Dropping all the cloth onto the mattress with a dull thump, he moved to pull the almost completely empty dresser into the middle of the room, right next to the bed which had been pushed away from the walls earlier. Unfurling a creme colored length of cloth, the redhead draped it over the dresser, making sure that the length of it would cover everything from the top down to the floor. The second covered the lone mattress, and the other two would go to lay on the floor around the wall they would work with.
"Are two of these to use tarps, okay? I figure getting the hardwood stained with paint would be bad." Maybe one day he would go find some varnish for it so that it would shine once more with no more scuff marks. The last lengths of cloth fluttered to the floor with Strel's feet adjusting their positioning with ease. Mati was checking the walls, and it seemed all the bumps on it would be easy to ignore or fix since she did not express any concern over their presence. He did not see how they could fix them, since he had no idea how the humans had done it in their day. Oh well, if the Church woman could work with it, then there were no problems to get worked up about. Strelein had confidence in her ability as a painter, so she surely would inform him if there were issues with the walls they would be painting upon shortly.
Turning to face her, smile everlasting on his face, the redhead asked, "So what is our plan of action? What shall we start with?" A few footsteps took him toward a small closet on the opposite wall. Opening the cracked door revealed all the paint they had scavenged from the city of Halifax and one of its unlucky hardware stores. All of it was there, cans stacked on cans on the bottom of the closet. Strel had risked a couple of cans on the shelves, but fear of them cracking and breaking under the pressure had let him to pull them out and stack them in his studio so the cans could be stacked instead. Hopefully nothing was missing from his store of the stuff. "And what do you think we should do with this door? Paint over it?" he asked as he started pulling cans out to the middle of the room, beside the bed, two at a time.