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29 January 2006 @ 05:02 pm
Johanna and Lena been shopping most of the morning. Johanna had found herself a vintage white dress she refused to leave the store without and so had made sure she had the seal of approval from Lena. (If Lena hadn't liked it, Johanna probably would have bribed her until she said that she did.)

Now they were sitting in a little coffee shop, shopping bags around Johanna's feet, and peering over menus. Johanna was deciding between a mocha and a frappe. So many hard choices in life. She was also waiting for the glazier to call back her cell phone to tell her when he would fix the living room window.
Current Mood: bouncyshopping!
28 January 2006 @ 06:23 pm
Johanna was reading her book carefully - freshly painted nails will do that- when the brick came sailing through the living room window. She cursed and jumped to her feet, broken glass flying everywhere. The brick narrowly missed the TV but not the nearby glass vase which also shattered.

Johanna had raced toward the window to see where it had come from, but the backyard was empty and looked serene. "You stupid fucking kids!" she shouted outside. Bloody BRATS!

She turned and looked back at the glass covered floor with an angry groan.
Current Mood: angryangry
21 January 2006 @ 12:46 am
The house was a lot bigger than Asher had expected it to be. Or maybe it wasn't that big-- She wasn't the best judge, since she'd never lived in an actual HOUSE before in her life.

She half stumbled, half walked through the front door, weighted down with pretty much everything she had ever owned -- which filled two suitcases, a backpack, and a pet carrier. In retrospect, she probably hadn't NEEDED to bring that much stuff, but...always better to be prepared, right?

"Hellooo?" she called, jumping a bit at the way her voice echoed. "Anyone around?"
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
21 January 2006 @ 01:05 am
Mallory's day had be excruciatingly long. She'd overslept- aparently she'd set the alarm for pm instead of am, a mistake she had made so often back home and it never failed to put her in a bad mood. She'd woken up at twenty to twelve to find that Maaka had been playing with her (very narrow) selection of makeup and had drawn lipstick patterns all over the walls and bedclothes. It had taking every ounce to restraint not to scream at him; after all, if she hadn't been sleeping she could have told him that's not really what lipstick was for.

They spent the next half an hour cleaning it off- Maaka mad more mess than he cleaned up, but Mallory was determined that he should learn some kind of responsibility about this kind of thing. He took at all as a huge game till she snapped and yelled at him to be serious or she'd leave him here while she went out riding the trains. By the time they left (after loading armfulls of sheets and a duvet cover into the washing machine) both of them were in bad moods. They missed their first train because Maaka demanded that he put the money into the ticket machine himself- the train was just pulling up as they started and had dashed off again by the time they were both through. There was another in eleven minutes, but Mallory told him off anyway and tried to explain the meaning of in a hurry.

It just hadn't been a good morning.

Maaka was exhausted from fussing all day by the time they got home, but refused to take a nap before dinner. "Please, honey. Johanna's going to cook for us all tonight and I want you on your best behaviour," she pleaded.

"I'm not tired!" he yelled back, and Mallory sighed.

"Yes you are, I can tell. Go to bed."


"Fine. Go and watch TV." Mallory gave up, she hated fighting with him. Maaka looked sulky, but probably just for effect, and stomped off as loudly as he could to the television. She knew she shouldn't rely on the TV for babysitting purposes... but right now curling up somewhere and crying was all she wanted to do. But she also didn't want to leave Maaka alone downstairs, and arg it was so frustrating!

She sat down hard on a wicker chair in the corner of the living room and glared at the TV. After a while, she was just staring into middle distance, exhausted from the last week's newness and today's unnessisary frustrations. Sometimes, she thought, it'd just be easier to be back in New Zealand.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Live to tell the Tale ~Nightwish~
20 January 2006 @ 09:09 pm
It was hot. Stinking hot. Humid, stinking, and hot. "We're not in Kansas anymore, toto..." Brendan muttered to himself.

He looked up at Ophelia House: it was huge! Well, pretty big compared to most people's houses back home... He liked the look of the place. There was something home-like about it.

With that thought of home he repressed a shudder. Why else had he crossed the ditch if not to get away from "home"? He abruptly cut off the line of cynical thoughts wending their way towards his head and strode inside, and started to look for someone to tell him where he was to sleep. "Moving in" would distract him while this mood passed...
18 January 2006 @ 08:27 pm
Lena pranced around the kitchen, proud of herself. She'd had her first night of work last night, and the amount of tips she had recieved...

Of course she had had trouble explaining the tips to Felix. He was a waiter, and he knew that waiters didn't get tips in Australia. But they did at the nightclub Lena worked at.

She'd gone shopping at 6 in the morning, and bought some Pfeffernuesse for tea, and now she was making the tea and placing the gingerbready biscuits on a plate as she hummed to herself. Felix would not approve of her job, but he didn't know, and it made her feel incredibly empowered. She was doing something by herself.

But now she was lonely. She hoped someone in the house would come to keep her company as she drank her tea and ate her well earned Pfeffernuesse.
16 January 2006 @ 02:09 pm
Johanna switched her computer off wandered downstairs, already dressed in her bikini. Everyone seemed to be out- the house was so quiet and the sound of a neighbours lawnmower was so loud- and it felt like time for a swim. She'd neglected her daily swim for the last few days.

If there was one thing that was good about this country, it was that they were able to have outdoor pools that weren't frozen or icy cold for most of the year. Definate plus there.

She slipped down into the pool and enjoyed the cool water as the sun shone down.
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic
11 January 2006 @ 10:07 pm
shea could hear the house quietening down. work had been humiliating; her pride and her sense of professionalism were both very hurt anfd hence, she really didn't feel like dealing with people. she had gone straight up to her room after she arrived home, ignoring greetings from flatmates and point blank refusing to care that there were faces there she didn't recognise. she'd sat herself down in her room, opened a window and sat in it, not knowing whether smoking was ok here or not, and getting through about half a box of cigareetes and about 3/4 of the way through the complete grimm before she was calm ish again. definately her comfort book that. she knew she needed to go tlak to mallory, so she eased herself back in, stretched herself out and doused herself in perfume somewhat. even she didn't like that smell. she opened the door and started heading down the hall to the attic ladder.
Current Mood: stressedstressed
Current Music: ikkunaprincessa-ville valo through the wall
08 January 2006 @ 09:28 pm

how are we arranging cleaning?
regards, and thanks

08 January 2006 @ 10:32 am
shea yawned and stretched out in her chair. time to go make use out of the first genuine, guilt free, free time she'd have here. lena, the viennese, she'd forgotten, girl wanted to go to the beach on monday so she would need togs, and a shopping companion. may aswell be someone she hadn't yet had the pleasure of meeting. she walked down the hallway, running her fingers against the wallpaper, turned right and ended up beneath the door to mallory's room. wondering how she would knock, she stretched herself up on tiptoes to see if she could reach enough to scratch or something. she couldn't reach. this could either be a disaster or a godsend; if the kid wasn't somekind of hellspawn (about 0.0000000001% of the under 20 population wasn't to shea) it could work out ok. pausing briefly for thought, she ran back to her room and grabbed a bottle of moisturising cream. and hurled it at the hatch, realising only a little too late that someone probably thought they were under attack.
Current Mood: blankblank
Current Music: house sounds