Post by Diane Ames on Aug 29, 2011 0:05:14 GMT -8
Time: Day Five, Early Morning (as the sun rises)
Weather: RAIN
Warnings: Guess who’s home?
Characters: Diane Ames
Stiletto heels tapping on the concrete, a slender figure walked up the steps to Muses Gallery. It was early, and she had driven all night to return to her home so she was exhausted. She had been gone for what seemed like a very long time. It was a side effect of her work. And she loved her work, and she loved travel. But it was good to be home, none-the-less.
Diane pulled her keys from her coat pocket and unlocked the door. Closing and locking the door behind her, she strolled into the main foyer of the gallery, footsteps loud on the marble floor.
“I’ve returned, my lovelies,” she called, her voice echoing in the silent building. Talking to the paintings and sculptures that filled the halls and rooms would probably strike some as insanity, but she didn’t care. This was what all her hard work had been for. This place. She took her time saying hello to each and every one of the paintings, fingers trailing lightly along their frames.
Weather: RAIN
Warnings: Guess who’s home?
Characters: Diane Ames
Stiletto heels tapping on the concrete, a slender figure walked up the steps to Muses Gallery. It was early, and she had driven all night to return to her home so she was exhausted. She had been gone for what seemed like a very long time. It was a side effect of her work. And she loved her work, and she loved travel. But it was good to be home, none-the-less.
Diane pulled her keys from her coat pocket and unlocked the door. Closing and locking the door behind her, she strolled into the main foyer of the gallery, footsteps loud on the marble floor.
“I’ve returned, my lovelies,” she called, her voice echoing in the silent building. Talking to the paintings and sculptures that filled the halls and rooms would probably strike some as insanity, but she didn’t care. This was what all her hard work had been for. This place. She took her time saying hello to each and every one of the paintings, fingers trailing lightly along their frames.