4 Apocalypse Avenue; The Apartment [ 03/11 ].
Usually, Charlotte loved having great big windows in the living room that overlooked the docks and the water. The view had been one of the main reasons she'd bought the property at 4 Apocalypse when she moved here.
Today? Charlotte was really hating ever having thought of putting in giant picture windows, but feeling very glad that she'd used very top quality and durable glass. In a way, it was sort of a blessing that those...those...those things out there had thrown so much crap at the window that she couldn't see them out there, flapping their disgusting wings and trying to hit the glass and scratch it with their claws, but then there was just the fact that there was gobs of God knew what all over her nice windows now!
This really was all way, way too much for Charlotte to handle right now. She was spending the rest of the day in one of her closets in the bedroom, where there were no windows, and where she could keep Elizabeth Taylor back from trying to go out there and bark her head off at the monsters, comforted by the presence of all that Chanel and Prada and Vuitton and telling herself it'll all be over soon, soon, soon...
To think, things had almost started feeling nice and normal around here, too.
[[ Establishy, but open, too! ]]
Today? Charlotte was really hating ever having thought of putting in giant picture windows, but feeling very glad that she'd used very top quality and durable glass. In a way, it was sort of a blessing that those...those...those things out there had thrown so much crap at the window that she couldn't see them out there, flapping their disgusting wings and trying to hit the glass and scratch it with their claws, but then there was just the fact that there was gobs of God knew what all over her nice windows now!
This really was all way, way too much for Charlotte to handle right now. She was spending the rest of the day in one of her closets in the bedroom, where there were no windows, and where she could keep Elizabeth Taylor back from trying to go out there and bark her head off at the monsters, comforted by the presence of all that Chanel and Prada and Vuitton and telling herself it'll all be over soon, soon, soon...
To think, things had almost started feeling nice and normal around here, too.
[[ Establishy, but open, too! ]]