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Room 210; Thursday Afternoon [11/08].
Nov. 8th, 2018 02:25 pmApparently, the last few weeks (and at least the week to come) would be filled with a lot of changes for Astrid. New hair color, new tattoo, new criminal record, new job. In three days, she'd be turning fifteen, too, a new age. Add that to feeling incredibly inspired by her science class earlier, she figured it only stood to reason that it would be time for some new art on her wall, too.
So she spent some time pulling up her hair, pulling out all the tarps to put over the furniture, pushing her bed away from the wall and started painting over the current art, those dark and moody trees that barely seemed to bother her anymore, to cover it all with a wash of white, a fresh start, a new vision, and while she waited for it to dry, she picked out her colors. So many colors, but mostly greens and reds, and a blue so pale it was almost white. Warm yellows and oranges, alluring colors, colors that drew the eye and brought you closer with the promise of fragrance, and then that's how they got you, the venus fly traps, the pitcher plants, the lily of the valley and the oleander.
Plenty of oleander, all gathered around the head of her bed. The reason she was here to begin with, the reason she would remain, and perhaps the reason, deep down, she was starting not to mind so much that she would.
[[ apparently, scorpios who don't tell anyone about their birthdays is a new type for me. Open door, open post! ]]
So she spent some time pulling up her hair, pulling out all the tarps to put over the furniture, pushing her bed away from the wall and started painting over the current art, those dark and moody trees that barely seemed to bother her anymore, to cover it all with a wash of white, a fresh start, a new vision, and while she waited for it to dry, she picked out her colors. So many colors, but mostly greens and reds, and a blue so pale it was almost white. Warm yellows and oranges, alluring colors, colors that drew the eye and brought you closer with the promise of fragrance, and then that's how they got you, the venus fly traps, the pitcher plants, the lily of the valley and the oleander.
Plenty of oleander, all gathered around the head of her bed. The reason she was here to begin with, the reason she would remain, and perhaps the reason, deep down, she was starting not to mind so much that she would.
[[ apparently, scorpios who don't tell anyone about their birthdays is a new type for me. Open door, open post! ]]
