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Post by Kayla Ramsey on Oct 26, 2010 22:02:45 GMT -5
I couldn't sleep, the bed was hard. This wasn't the first night that I hadn't slept soundly. I mentally added buying a new, softer, bed to my to-do list. I was almost able to fall asleep when I heard, "Meow, meow, meow." at my door along with scratching. It was my cat scratching at the door wanting to go out. I glanced at the time, it was 7:00, there was no way I would fall back asleep so I decided to get up. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before scooping up my cat and bringing her into the kitchen. After Penne ate her breakfast I let her go outside so she could freely roam. I looked inside to fridge trying to decide what I had for breakfast for those staying at the Bed and Breakfast. I had some yogurt, orange jus, and milk. I knew I had dry cereal in the cupboard, but not everyone liked it. It would be hard to make pancakes for everyone since they all got up at various times and I really wanted to go to the barn to paint. What's quick to cook? I thought to myself, and fun to make. Blueberry muffins! I decided. I took the ingredients out to make the muffins and turned on my iPod. I started mixing the ingredients together to make the muffins while dancing and singing along to my music. Off key and not that loud, since I didn't want to wake the guests, but I was enjoying myself. Also I had an idea that our taste in music was very different. "Now that I've lost you it kills me to say, I tried to hold on as you slowly slipped away. I'm losing the fight. I treated you so wrong now let me make it right. I'm not insane I'm not insane." I threw back my head and let out an evil laugh. "I'm not insane I'm not - not insane." I thought I heard a noise behind me so I turned around.
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Post by J. Atticus Rhodes on Oct 26, 2010 22:26:07 GMT -5
The sun rose too early in the morning in Atticus' opinion. There was a faint meowing out in the hall, and it wandered down the hall then stopped. Strange thing. He turned over and pulled the thin white sheets over his head, mindful of the sun that was streaming into his window. He had left the curtains open in case he had the opportunity to see the moon the night before, but as luck had it, there had been no such sighting and he had consequently been rudely awakened by the light. His camera lay on the bedside table, the strap curled up into a tight ball and held there with an elastic.
He looked at it, groggily contemplating about whether or not to get out of bed. Eventually though, since he could not ever go back to sleep when he woke up, he rolled out of bed and hunted through the chest of drawers to find a clean shirt. Blue with a collar, and the logo of a fish on it. Why a fish, he did not know, but it fit him all right so there were no complaints. After bathing and pulling his clothes on, he quickly checked himself over in the dresser mirror before running a comb through his hair. A slight dark curl popped down the side of his forehead. He smiled brightly, not at all feeling that today would hold anything unusual, and dropped the comb before grabbing up his camera and heading downstairs.
Kala, the new owner of this transformed farm house, had kindly told him that he could root around in the fridge if she was not there. He took the invitation to heart most of the time, but today there was a light, delicious scent coming from the kitchen as well as the off-key sound of a feminine voice. He wandered down the stairs and into the room, camera swinging in the bag from his shoulder. He stopped at the door, watching the redhead spinning around in the kitchen, slightly amused but more engrossed with the way she simply cackled for no reason. The sound was a bit strange. He tapped on the frame of the doorway with his knuckles, making himself known.
Kayla spun around. "Hi," Atticus greeted, giving a small salute. "Need any help?" Not that she looked like she needed any since the batter was already mixed and there was nothing else but dirty dishes on the counter. Atticus crossed over to the cupboard and fixed himself a glass of juice, keeping an eye on his eccentric host.
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Post by Kayla Ramsey on Jan 10, 2011 22:03:01 GMT -5
After seeing Atticus, my brain stopped working. I felt totally mortified that someone had walked on me singing, horribly off key to boot. I felt my check flush but knew that I wouldn't be blushing noticeably. "Sorry about that." I manage to say after several uncomfortable minutes of silence. "The muffins are just about to go in so you could help me finish the dishes. If you want. You don't have to." I started to blab on. If only I didn't feel nervous in front of people I barely knew. I just want to go and paint! I thought to myself. Its too early to deal with people right now. I managed to compose myself enough to turn around and start doing the dishes. Even if Atticus decided to help, they still needed to get done. Also, the sooner the dishes are done, the sooner I could go out and paint.
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Post by J. Atticus Rhodes on Jan 19, 2011 8:44:41 GMT -5
Atticus turned around with his glass in hand, hand on hip as he watched Kayla start a small single-man conversation. He smiled, standing there, waiting for her to stop as he sipped his drink. It was amusing, and to top it off, she had flour on her cheek. He debated on telling her or not, then decided to leave it be as the girl started on the dishes by herself.
"I'll help. It's only fair. You made the muffins I'm going to be pigging out on!" He grinned. He quickly set his glass down on the counter beside the stove then crossed over to grab up a drying cloth as the first dish was set into the drying rack. He took it out and began to sort them and pile them beside the dish rack, ready to be put away. When the girl only had the bowl left, he flung the ends of the cloth together and draped it carelessly over the side of the rack before picking up the two plates and the few utensils and searching out the right cupboards and drawers to the respective items. Once those had been put away, he collected the cups.
"Alright," he said with a resigned sigh. "Now I'm left with nothing to do but wait." He adjusted the camera on his shoulder and took up his glass again, eyeing the girl. She probably had no idea she had flour on her cheek, and he was having the grandest time simply watching her continuing along as if everything was normal. He glanced out the window. It was fairly sunny outside and not too warm yet, but what he really needed was something to entertain him that would not be photography. After all, when your profession was the only thing you did, it became a horrible thought after the first few minutes of thinking of it.
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Post by Kayla Ramsey on Jan 22, 2011 15:16:35 GMT -5
"Thanks for the help." I said to Atticus. I put the muffins into the oven and started a timer. "The muffins should be ready in about 18-20 minutes." I felt full of energy & didn't want to stay in the house for much longer. However, I had little choice because I wanted to make sure the muffins didn't burn. The only sure way to make sure that the muffins didn't burn was to make sure i do them myself.
I opened one of the many drawers in the kitchen and took out a small sketchbook and a pencil out. I sat down on one of the kitchen table chairs. I opened my sketchbook randomly and found the first empty page and started to sketch. "So, any plans for today?" I asked Atticus.
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Post by J. Atticus Rhodes on Mar 10, 2011 12:02:10 GMT -5
"No problem," he replied, and took a sip of juice. It was sweet and tangy, as all good orange juice should be. He raised an eyebrow as Kayla retrieved a sketch book and pencil from a drawer in the kitchen. Honestly, who kept art supplies in a kitchen? Strange. He bounced over and quietly sat opposite the woman, wondering what she was drawing. It must have been something good or she was just bored. It did not effect him too much and he had a clear shot at the white smudge on her cheek.
He shook his head. "I'm not planning anything. I'll probably go into town and try to find a job. Or freelance if I can't find one," he told her. He stared at her for a bit then set down his glass and fiddled with the camera bag around his neck, removing the digital SLR and flicking it on. The screen popped up and he quickly aimed it at her, zoomed in and then out a bit, then hit the shutter button. It went off with a loud click! Then after the picture was captured, he smiled. "And you've got some flour on your face."
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