So today's assignment has been super fun (now that I get to work with my characters) I'm enjoying this challenge more. Writing about where my character's are currently living has been interesting, because just when I thought I knew what it would look like as I was writing new things kept finding their way in. I'm having so much fun!
So this is what I've come up with so far for my main character's house (his first apartment in the new city), and I know I'm not showing things very well and knowing me I'll probably fuss with it until I'm satisfied but here it is, so ha.
(Please ignore the grammar and punctuation I don't pay much attention to it in my first drafts. Also I plan on posting day 4's story about the chef along with today's scene for the mood setting tomorrow when my mind isn't so tired and I can make sure they are understandable). :)
Clean and newly painted the old building had a peculiar air
to it. Pine scented cleaner hung heavily in the air and burned my nose as I
entered the clean lobby. An old leather couch had been pushed against the left
wall and had a small cabinet squished between the wall and the couch arm with Vogue
and Oprah magazines piled on it. To the right was a door with a yellowing sign
that read ‘Office’ but the c and e had worn off. At the back of the lobby yellow
tape had been pulled across the elevator doors forming an x shape, and a piece
of paper had been tapped over the button ‘OUT OF ORDER’ then just below in neat
hand writing the words ‘please do NOT press the button, thank you’. To the left
was the door to the stair well. I pushed the stiff door open and entered the
stale stair well. The lights flickered creepily over the stairs leading to the
basement and the ones leading upstairs looked like they were going to burn out
soon. Six flights of stairs later I opened the last floor’s door the hall had
ten rooms his room was the first door on the left side. The door swung smooth
and silent on its hinges and quietly I entered the small apartment. Warm autumn
light filtered in through the windows giving the room a warm cozy feeling. The
small clean room had a kitchen to the right, a little living room to the left,
and straight ahead were two doors. Quietly I entered the oddly shaped kitchen
the fridge was facing the far wall and had two doors one on top for the freezer
and one on bottom for the fridge. Inside the freezer was a box of popsicles, a
bag of vegetables, several little sandwich bags of ground beef, and a package
of chicken breasts. In the fridge was half a gallon of expired milk, left overs
that no longer looked edible, three fresh apples and an orange in one of the
drawers, some cheese and meat, a stick of butter, mayo, ketchup, mustard, and
eggs. On the counter space next to the fridge sat a toaster and half a loaf of
bread. Next to that sat a clean stove with a towel hanging from the oven
handle. The counter next to the stove ran along the wall for about six or seven
feet then turned and ran in front of the fridge and stove. A microwave sat on
the counter against the wall and the sink had been put in across from the stove
and had a few dishes soaking in it. Cabinets hung above the small counter
between the stove and fridge and above the microwave, on the far wall. On the
other side of the counter was a small scratched wooden table with a two wooden
chairs that had come with the apartment. A garbage can sat empty at the end of
the counter. The living room was just as small as the kitchen and had a comfy
looking couch with a faded gray floral design and a scratched coffee table
sitting in the middle. A small tv sat unplugged in front of the coffee table on
a small entertainment center a few DVDs were piled on the little shelves and a
pile of books had made its home on the left side of the tv. Behind the couch
was a small book case that was completely stuffed full of books. School books,
math books, philosophy, adventure, sci-fi, fantasy, and several self help
books. The window seat was covered in notebooks, school books and loose papers
he needed for school. the curtains for the window had been pulled as far open
as they could be to let in the autumn light. Carefully I made my way to the two
doors the one on the right opened up to the bathroom. Other than his razor lying
out on the counter, some soap next to the sink, and his tooth brush in the
tooth brush holder the bathroom was empty and clean. On the tub’s edge was a
bottle of shampoo, a bottle of body wash, and loofa hanging from a small hook. There
was a gray rug in front of the shower and an extra roll of toilet paper on the back
of the toilet. The mirror was clean and since there wasn’t a hook the hand
towel was folded neatly next to the sink. The second door opened up to his
bedroom, which wasn’t as clean as the rest of the apartment. His bed was in
shambles and there were shirts on the floor by his laundry hamper, he had a
small closet with a dresser squished inside. A small night stand with half a glass
of water and his alarm clock sat next to the bed, and on the end of his bed lay
a small gray cat on top of his closed laptop.
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