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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Jun 15, 2009 21:32:41 GMT
This is the room belonging to Damaris Y Blaidd. It is smallish and sparsly furnished, but comfortable enough.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Jun 15, 2009 21:40:43 GMT
((Continued from the Gym))
Damaris opened the door to her room, casting about for her falchion. She spied it, slung over the back of the wooden chair in the corner of the room. Leaving the door open, she walked over to it and picked it up, running a hand fondly over the rough leather scabbard that held the sword she'd stolen from her father so many years ago.
As she turned to leave, she caught sight of her reflection in the wood-framed mirror and sighed at the loose hairs strewn around her face. She laid the sword down on her bed and pulled her hair loose from the braid.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Jun 21, 2009 0:37:33 GMT
Damaris swept her hair back off her face again and tied it tightly at the nape of her neck in a ponytail. She picked up her sword from the bed again and left, letting the door swing shut behind her.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 21, 2010 11:46:12 GMT
Damaris stepped into her own bedroom first - she wasn't comfortable with wandering around other peoples rooms, even if they weren't occupied any more. She threw the lights on, illuminating the room; it had a minimalistic feel to it - her bed, wardrobe and a few other items of furniture were scattered around, but there wasn't a lot of other decoration. A pair of light green curtains hung over window frame accompanied by a line of crystals hung at different lengths and a UV strip light she'd added above the window which subsituted the sun and threw rainbows dancing across the otherwise blank walls, one of the few additions she'd made to her own space in the last year.
Her bow and a quiver of arrows was slung over the back of a chair and to this she added her falchion - there was no need to wear it while she was here. She unstrapped the gun from her leg and threw it down on her bed before opening her wardrobe and rifling through her clothes. She found a plain yellow fitted t-shirt which she had never worn and was slightly too small for her anyway, but she had less luck finding any trousers to fit Zin - they would all have been too long in the leg.
An idea struck her and she checked under the bed - there was a box under there which she had used to store all the clothes she'd damaged during various fights and never gotten around to fixing. She was in luck, halfway down the box she found a pair of white trousers she'd managed to buy in the wrong size and just never exchanged. She pulled them out and examined them. They'd do nicely.
Opening a drawer, she produced a pair of scissors and a sewing kit. A few minutes later, the trousers were a few inches shorter and properly hemmed. She grabbed the shirt off the bed, flicked off the lights and made her way back down the stairs, hoping Cindy hadn't managed to make some horrible faux-pas while she was gone.
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