Preview for seven_strangers Lemme know what y'all think?
I arrived at the house, and got out of the car, staring up at the mansion. When I had heard 'big house'... I hadn't thought big house. This was... almost a castle.
I glanced around, making notes of where everything was. A garden was in full bloom off to my right, and I couldn't help but look over there, drift that way. The flowers were full of color- hopefully, I could find a window in the house looking out, so I could draw them later on. It was one of my hobbies, to sketch things that caught my eyes. Today, the flowers, just peeking around the edge of the beautiful house, had definitely caught my eye.
Walking up the drive, I paused at the door. It was heavy, I could tell; a nice, antique door... I would never have the chance to have a house anywhere near as beautiful as this, so I took in the view while I could. This was heaven, compared to my tiny apartment, especially because I got to get away from my annoying neighbor, who played nothing but rap all day. Made me want to rap the guy on his head, preferably more than once.
I would move, but it wasn't like drawings and writing got you very far these days. I had a few short books in consideration for publication, but nothing too big. My drawings were enough to get me recognized, but nothing big enough to really earn money.
Hopefully, this reality-TV thing would give me ome peace and quiet... I wasn't too sure why I had signed up. My friend Darla had dared me... and being me, sucker for her pretty face that I am, I went for it. Never thought they'd choose the literal 'starving-artist' for this... after all, almost everyone had jumped at this.
So, now here I was, about to live in this huge, beautiful old house, with a bunch of strangers. Great... they'd probably all be loud and obnoxious- a lot of people are. I wasn't very social- more of what you'd call an outcast. I preferred books to people, and drawing to talking; just the way I was...
Hopefully the other six people wouldn't be too annoying or anything.
I sighed, then pushed open the door, shivering (in the good way) at the creak from the door. It made just the sound you'd think it would, for being a solid wooden door, as heavy and old as it was. I stepped into the large entry-way, glancing around the huge hall.
Instantly, I could feel my fingers itching for a pencil, to either draw this, or start writing about it. It was... beautiful. Hopefully, I could sketch this before I left, or describe it, commit it to memory, so I could later on.
I wondered if anyone else was there yet...
I glanced around, making notes of where everything was. A garden was in full bloom off to my right, and I couldn't help but look over there, drift that way. The flowers were full of color- hopefully, I could find a window in the house looking out, so I could draw them later on. It was one of my hobbies, to sketch things that caught my eyes. Today, the flowers, just peeking around the edge of the beautiful house, had definitely caught my eye.
Walking up the drive, I paused at the door. It was heavy, I could tell; a nice, antique door... I would never have the chance to have a house anywhere near as beautiful as this, so I took in the view while I could. This was heaven, compared to my tiny apartment, especially because I got to get away from my annoying neighbor, who played nothing but rap all day. Made me want to rap the guy on his head, preferably more than once.
I would move, but it wasn't like drawings and writing got you very far these days. I had a few short books in consideration for publication, but nothing too big. My drawings were enough to get me recognized, but nothing big enough to really earn money.
Hopefully, this reality-TV thing would give me ome peace and quiet... I wasn't too sure why I had signed up. My friend Darla had dared me... and being me, sucker for her pretty face that I am, I went for it. Never thought they'd choose the literal 'starving-artist' for this... after all, almost everyone had jumped at this.
So, now here I was, about to live in this huge, beautiful old house, with a bunch of strangers. Great... they'd probably all be loud and obnoxious- a lot of people are. I wasn't very social- more of what you'd call an outcast. I preferred books to people, and drawing to talking; just the way I was...
Hopefully the other six people wouldn't be too annoying or anything.
I sighed, then pushed open the door, shivering (in the good way) at the creak from the door. It made just the sound you'd think it would, for being a solid wooden door, as heavy and old as it was. I stepped into the large entry-way, glancing around the huge hall.
Instantly, I could feel my fingers itching for a pencil, to either draw this, or start writing about it. It was... beautiful. Hopefully, I could sketch this before I left, or describe it, commit it to memory, so I could later on.
I wondered if anyone else was there yet...