Painting House (Damen)

[peanutpie]

Aina Jawlotter
Plastic laid on the carpet, tucked in carefully to the seams inbetween the wall and the seam of the carpeting. All the furniture in the dining room had been removed, leaving the blank white walls that I could change with a paintbrush. Was I that daring to choose a deep blue, or should I stick to beige? The question circled my head like vultures, and I looked at the mangy paint cans I had scrounged from the discount store on the other side of town. I had probably gotten fourty cans for less than it cost for twenty, even though the colors could look a little off. The blue was a little purplish, the green a little yellowish, the beige a little darker. They were all lined up against the wall, waiting patiently for me to work magic on the white walls in my familys house. I was hoping Gage was going to show up, just not to help, more to protect me from the snarling of my sister, who locked herself in her room, which was draped with black curtains on the wall. She refused for me even to paint the walls grey and add black accent swirls on the wall, but what can you do? She was a little moody since last night when she spotted me kissing a boy on the cheek. She was known as the tomboy, one of the boys. She said they viewed her as a little sister, but I didnt believe her. I could see the boys that glanced at her in a way, like when she lit her fireworks. We were artists in our own way, hers just being more and more dangerous than my painting skills that I found to be my favorite part of well, me.

Adena Jawlotter
Locked up in my room, I curled up under my blankets even more. With the blackout blinds pulled taught, and I was warm, I would be fine for a while. I sometimes wonder why im not my sister. She has a talent for something other than blowing things up, she is prettier than I am, and last but not least, guys actually like her. I mean, she isnt a magnet. She isnt drop dead hot, she isnt the next Leonardo De Vinci, but she still is a lot better than me. She is out there, painting the walls before Dad gets back from work. She is such a goody two shoes. Helping Dad with this, with that. But, I bet if she heard my thoughts, they would retaliate against me in a way of "But Dad loves you more. You have his skilled hand, not to light something on fire that will explode on your face. Your a risk taker, I stick to a paintbrush that cant do anything but get me dirty. You, could die, but you dont, because Dad loves you more." Of course, I know that he perfers my skill over hers, but saying "he loves you more" takes it a bit far. But, if I would respond, which I wouldnt, because I would be trudging upstairs by then, carrot stick in hand, ready to work on the next project in my small series of fireworks I was planning on setting off the night of the reaping. if I was reaped, I would leave the fireworks to my Father, who would probably cringe in sorrow, in the corner. If Aina, he would probably do the same thing. Its not likely one of us is going to be reaped, nor is it unlikely. So I finally deicded to rouse myself and hop down the stairs.

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I replay yesterday's moments in my head. The courage I had as I stepped closer to kiss her. The warm feeling that I felt in the pit of my stomach. The feeling as she kissed me back, even if that meant she would be more soaked than she already was. A smile arrives, and I laugh quietly. I should probably go see her, after suddenly kicking her out last night. I take my glasses off, place them on the table, and head to the door. My fingers wrap around my light jacket, and I pull it onto my shoulders. I'm out the door, and heading down the empty streets in no time. It's still a bit early, and people like to sleep in on the weekend. I find my way towards Aina's house. I wonder if her sister Adena is home too. She was mentioned a few times by her sister, and I couldn't help but try and imagine how she was. In no time, I'm standing in front of the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"It's the cleaning lady."
I say, trying to make my voice as high-pitched as possible. I had lessons a few months back. We had to listen to his singer in class. His name was Justine Beaver or something. Anyways, we learned how to alter the tones to make it deeper, and to sound like speech, not singing. I imitate his voice, and it comes out scarily real. I can hear the noises in the house showing that somebody was coming to the door.

(OOC - Make it Aina xD Pweaaase)

[peanutpie]

(OOC: Ah-kay. Adenas in such a bad mood she wouldnt even answer the door)

Aina Jawlotter
I stop staring at the walls, and open the door that is in the front of the house. Of course, my absentmindedness about how my sister was stomping down the stairs as usual lead to me thinking it really was some sales person. I like to torture them, but anyway. I opened the door to see Gage, who was wearing a light jacket. I smiled. "Want to come in? Were painting the walls today!" I cry in enthusiasm. I quickly usher him in, thankful that i dont need to do this by myself. Most likely, Adena is going to be lounging around the house in her pajama bottoms or making things explode on the front lawn. Most likely the latter, so I look at my options: I can have two people help me, one of them in a sour mood, or I can have one help me, and have my sister taking my credit for painting the walls. I choose option number one, and walk to my sister, who is jumbling down the stairs, her dark hair pulled into a bun. She is wearing her usual uniform. She smirks, turning her head towards me and wandered into the kitchen. I hear cabinets slamming against eachother, pouring a thing of cereal into the ceramic bowl that I made for her when I was younger. "Thats my sister. Shes almost always in a bad mood. I apologize for her moody behavior." I chirp, grimacing at the kitchen that I would assign her to, because, its the hardest to paint. Let the games begin Adena. Let the games begin.

Adena Jawlotter
Oh, its HIM. My face looks disgusting, I am sure. I clamp down the stairs, and look at my sister, who is obviously starstruck. Oh, god, why does that remind me of the replusive justin Beiber? I shudder and remember the time when we fought over a toy. A toy horse to be exact. It frutrated me so much that I was unable to go and play with a toy, since me and my sisters had unrelated tastes in toys. She liked the artsy things, I enjoyed things that whirred and I could chase. Not until I learned the craft of fire crafting did I let that toy go. My sister, with her short attention span and unrealistic fantasies, I am sure she really didnt have much going up in her mind. But, she got better grades than me, so I assumed that was intellectual smarts. She was an airhead, I would think. I continued walking towards the kitchen, where I grabbed a random bowl from the counter and poured cereal in it, followed by milk. I was slamming the doors, yes, but I wasnt mad. Just simply annoyed by my sisters newfound friend.

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My eyes lock on Adena. This is the first time I've seen her. She looks like her sister in a way. The only difference is that she looks more rebellious, if you could look rebellious.
"I'm Gage Coo-" I begin, but she disappears into the kitchen. I hear a door slam, and I flinch.
"Now I know what you mean when you say she's moody."
I laugh, and take off my jacket.
"Here, let me help you out. I'll go distract Adena so you can get a few constructive minutes of painting. Then I'll come help you."
I lie slightly. I'm good at covering up lies. Nobody ever knows when I lie. To be honest, I don't just want to help Aina out. I want to meet Adena a bit more, and find out what she's like, behind her moody wall. I walk towards the kitchen, and push the door open.
"Adena. I'm Gage Cooper."