Post by GEORGIANA HAWKINS on Apr 25, 2013 15:06:17 GMT -5
Georgiana yawned as she woke up. She had been up all night on Saturday doing her homework and looking up more facts about her favorite sci fi show on the Internet, and so she was exhausted the next day. Thankfully, it was Sunday. She could sleep in.
It was around eleven o'clock by the time she got herself out of bed, got into the bathroom to a shower, and got dressed in a light yellow summer dress that went to her knees. Usually she just went over her notes for school or studied for a test, but today was a special day for her. Okay, tomorrow was a special day for her, but she would be celebrating it today. April 1st was when she was born, but she told others her birthday was on March 31st so that they wouldn't start making jokes about her being a 'prank to her mother'. So, she celebrated her birthday on the 31st, unless the 1st of April happened to be on a Sunday.
She walked into the small dining room/kitchen area of the apartment, and set about making a special birthday breakfast: pancakes and toast. She started to sing a song she saw once online,
"Don't let the wolf into your bed
He'll take your soul then eat your head
Inside the honey hollow space
Licking his fingertips of cake.
He brings the whirling deep in your heart
Then sings as twirling demons of dark
To take you down beneath the ridge
To where is found his silent bridge-"
She was interrupted suddenly by her mother shouting from another room, "Georgiana, will you for for ONCE shut up with your singing?! I can't stand the fact that you think it's okay to be up and about early in the morning!" She wished her mother had a busier schedule.
She finished making her breakfast, and sat down to eat. She mulled over what she should do today. She liked to wait until two o'clock or later to go into town, so maybe she could walk around the apartment complex? There could be something interesting going on, and she was always curious. First she would measure herself, of course. It had been a tradition ever since she remembered. And it was only a year or two after she remembered that her mother had stopped participating in the special tradition. She thought she was around five at the time.
After she ate, she washed the dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. It wasn't fancy, but it did the job. Usually. She then went back to her room, and peered at the wall next to her door. There were some lines that started low to the floor and went to about five inches from the ground. Give or take. She smiled, and skipped to the wall. She grabbed a pencil that was dangling from the ceiling with string, and spun around. She pressed her back to the wall, and steadily drew a line right over her head. She bit her lip, took a step forward, and spun around to look at the wall. She frowned. The line matched the line from last year. Better luck next time, Georgiana.
She let go of the pencil, grabbed her little purse, slung that over her shoulder, and skipped out of the room. Just as she reached the living room she heard her mother shout again, "For the love of god be QUIET!"
She paused, and called out, "I'm heading outside momma. I won't be back until later. Call me if you need anything, okay momma?"
"Okay, whatever. Come back in one piece." Georgiana smiled. No matter how much her mother swore at her or yelled at her, she knew the woman deep down inside cared about her. In her own weird little way, obviously. She walked to the door, grabbed the keys, and opened it. She walked outside, spun around, and quietly closed the door to Apartment 105. She locked it behind her while continuing the song she had been singing,
"Still is the water green and thick
He'll drag you under with his stick
See flaxen gold floats there through the mist
He killed someone's daughter with his wick
An arm with grey skin bobs slowly in the pit.
No don't let the wolf creep in your door
He'll take you in sleep to his chamber of horror
Are you dreaming?
No use pleading
Are you dreaming?
He'll soon be feeding."
She didn't notice if anyone was around her at the time, since she was so focused on her plans for the day. She would visit Cuppycakes and get her work schedule and a birthday cupcake, and perhaps she would visit the coffee shop to grab a smoothie. She would have to see.
((OOC: The song is from the game called The Path))
It was around eleven o'clock by the time she got herself out of bed, got into the bathroom to a shower, and got dressed in a light yellow summer dress that went to her knees. Usually she just went over her notes for school or studied for a test, but today was a special day for her. Okay, tomorrow was a special day for her, but she would be celebrating it today. April 1st was when she was born, but she told others her birthday was on March 31st so that they wouldn't start making jokes about her being a 'prank to her mother'. So, she celebrated her birthday on the 31st, unless the 1st of April happened to be on a Sunday.
She walked into the small dining room/kitchen area of the apartment, and set about making a special birthday breakfast: pancakes and toast. She started to sing a song she saw once online,
"Don't let the wolf into your bed
He'll take your soul then eat your head
Inside the honey hollow space
Licking his fingertips of cake.
He brings the whirling deep in your heart
Then sings as twirling demons of dark
To take you down beneath the ridge
To where is found his silent bridge-"
She was interrupted suddenly by her mother shouting from another room, "Georgiana, will you for for ONCE shut up with your singing?! I can't stand the fact that you think it's okay to be up and about early in the morning!" She wished her mother had a busier schedule.
She finished making her breakfast, and sat down to eat. She mulled over what she should do today. She liked to wait until two o'clock or later to go into town, so maybe she could walk around the apartment complex? There could be something interesting going on, and she was always curious. First she would measure herself, of course. It had been a tradition ever since she remembered. And it was only a year or two after she remembered that her mother had stopped participating in the special tradition. She thought she was around five at the time.
After she ate, she washed the dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. It wasn't fancy, but it did the job. Usually. She then went back to her room, and peered at the wall next to her door. There were some lines that started low to the floor and went to about five inches from the ground. Give or take. She smiled, and skipped to the wall. She grabbed a pencil that was dangling from the ceiling with string, and spun around. She pressed her back to the wall, and steadily drew a line right over her head. She bit her lip, took a step forward, and spun around to look at the wall. She frowned. The line matched the line from last year. Better luck next time, Georgiana.
She let go of the pencil, grabbed her little purse, slung that over her shoulder, and skipped out of the room. Just as she reached the living room she heard her mother shout again, "For the love of god be QUIET!"
She paused, and called out, "I'm heading outside momma. I won't be back until later. Call me if you need anything, okay momma?"
"Okay, whatever. Come back in one piece." Georgiana smiled. No matter how much her mother swore at her or yelled at her, she knew the woman deep down inside cared about her. In her own weird little way, obviously. She walked to the door, grabbed the keys, and opened it. She walked outside, spun around, and quietly closed the door to Apartment 105. She locked it behind her while continuing the song she had been singing,
"Still is the water green and thick
He'll drag you under with his stick
See flaxen gold floats there through the mist
He killed someone's daughter with his wick
An arm with grey skin bobs slowly in the pit.
No don't let the wolf creep in your door
He'll take you in sleep to his chamber of horror
Are you dreaming?
No use pleading
Are you dreaming?
He'll soon be feeding."
She didn't notice if anyone was around her at the time, since she was so focused on her plans for the day. She would visit Cuppycakes and get her work schedule and a birthday cupcake, and perhaps she would visit the coffee shop to grab a smoothie. She would have to see.
((OOC: The song is from the game called The Path))
