Serious business.
CHARACTERS: Lauritz Andresen (Denmark
yndigt_land ) and anybody else - totally open.
WHEN: The morning of September 19th and all day September 20th (Saturday)
WHERE: Lot 310; Lauritz's large home.
WHAT: Bored a bit with the neighborhood, Lauritz decides to give people a reason to celebrate; if only they'd play along.
RATING: TBA
NOTE[S]: Any character is honestly welcome, as there will be plenty of reasons for them to stop by.
The sidewalk burned his feet the moment he stepped onto the plain and unattractive concrete. Even when he gazed out the large sliding glass doors (which were also unattractive, he thought, running a finger across the glass so that it streaked), he could see the waves of heat coming off the pale slabs. Though he hurriedly stood under the only tree in the yard to save the soles of his bare feet, he frowned up at it distastefully, knowing it was the same tree that blocked the sunlight from flooding prettily into his state of the art yet still stylish kitchen.
This backyard had to go.
He yawned, a hand on his lower back massaging the muscle there, stopping suddenly to swat at a fly on his bare calf.
In fact, the backyard didn't exactly have to go, he just needed a few more things. Like. . .a pool with a swim-up bar, an ultra-cozy lounge area with a fireplace (decorated appropriately, of course), some slick landscaping, certainly an outdoor shower . . . . just a few small things like that would make this backyard a place worth spending time in.
Oh yes. And a spa. There was no way he'd leave that one out.
He stretched, happily plotting the last few details of a work that he'd been seriously considering ever since he'd seen this pitiful excuse for a yard. It was certainly big enough, yet little else was appealing. But he'd bought the home for it's potential, right? He was a businessman, after all, and this was an investment! He could use those entrepreneurial smarts and make it something jaw-dropping -- and for all the right reasons too, not like one house he'd seen across the development. He still wasn't sure what one would call that color, but it was surely the thing of nightmares. Every bad dream he'd ever had started with a house and walls that color, seriously! He laughed a little uneasily at the memory.
With a few pats to the tree (he'd only move it, not get rid of it) he walked quickly back inside, yet again saving his feet from the burning concrete, already on his cell phone. He'd been planning this for a month or more, and he knew exactly who to call.
"Today's the day!" he said happily to the contractor on the other end of the phone, and nothing else could be heard as he closed the ugly sliding glass door with a bang.
Within a few hours several vehicles pulled up to his home on the corner. All that day, and part of the next morning, steady jack-hammering could be heard from his backyard as they removed that horrible ugly concrete. Other workers tore up the sod and much of the bad landscaping. Lauritz himself had decided to spend most of that day in the city at work; he arrived home around 3:30 pm to check on the work, utterly delighted when the contractor showed him this. It was just like he'd remembered from when he'd met with the designer.
