Room 327, Saturday Morning
So Juliet had mixed feelings about being in a bedroom all of a sudden. (She assumed it was another plan of her father's to keep her safe, which .... really, Daddy?) The bad parts were: No grass, no Nanette to talk to, none of her family, no flowers, no sky.
The good parts were: Whoever had lived here before, she had left a lot of girly stuff. Like, a lot. Juliet rappelled up on the dresser via a scarf and put herself to work testing the make-up. Once she had a suitably sophsticated look (and hands covered in glittery eye shadow, but that didn't really matter), she began to sing, watching herself in the mirror:
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
She'd need to figure out how to get out of the room and back to her garden sooner or later. But for right now, this wasn't a bad place to be at all.
[OOC: Door closed, post open! Also, Gnomeo & Juliet is the bomb.]
The good parts were: Whoever had lived here before, she had left a lot of girly stuff. Like, a lot. Juliet rappelled up on the dresser via a scarf and put herself to work testing the make-up. Once she had a suitably sophsticated look (and hands covered in glittery eye shadow, but that didn't really matter), she began to sing, watching herself in the mirror:
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
She'd need to figure out how to get out of the room and back to her garden sooner or later. But for right now, this wasn't a bad place to be at all.
[OOC: Door closed, post open! Also, Gnomeo & Juliet is the bomb.]