Post by Austin/Aisling on Jul 5, 2006 19:21:28 GMT -5
Upon first glance, one might think this room was hit by an abnormal tornado. On one half of the room was a twin size bed with pink bedding, a small desk with a laptop and a lava lamp (tres retro;D), a small green and pink flower area rug, and some neatly arranged posters on what would otherwise be sparse walls. On the other lies complete mayhem. Another bed (unmade) with blue and green bedding falling over the sides onto the floor, a desk cluttered with a large stereo, a small television, and other miscellaneous items, none of which for the original purpose of the piece of furniture, clothes on the floor, and the walls covered with enough posters to the point of overlapping. Loud, heavy rock music is coming from the stereo, a sandy haired boy was bobs his head to it from his lounging place on the bed.
“Austin! Turn down your music, I’m trying to study!”
Shouted the brown haired girl at the neat desk, spinning around from her seat in front of her laptop to glare at him.
“Turn down your brain, Aisling, I’m trying to listen to my music.”
Austin replied sarcastically in the same critical tone.
You’re a nimrod.
You’re a bigger nimrod.
“Oh wow, great comeback.”
Aisling stood from her chair, walking across their room, stepping over all of the junk his floor and grabbing onto the opposite desk for support as she reached for the stereo. She turned the volume knob down, the cacophony of music retreating to a dull roar. Turning around, she trudged back to her side of the room, kicking some of the clothes and papers on his floor in his general direction as she did so.
“Ugh, Austin, you’re such a pig.”
She grumbled, returning to her work. Austin merely shrugged in response, flipping through a magazine he’d found stashed between his bed and the wall.
“And you’re a bookworm.”
Aisling looked over her shoulder and gave him another glare that Austin countered by sticking out his tongue.
“Austin! Turn down your music, I’m trying to study!”
Shouted the brown haired girl at the neat desk, spinning around from her seat in front of her laptop to glare at him.
“Turn down your brain, Aisling, I’m trying to listen to my music.”
Austin replied sarcastically in the same critical tone.
You’re a nimrod.
You’re a bigger nimrod.
“Oh wow, great comeback.”
Aisling stood from her chair, walking across their room, stepping over all of the junk his floor and grabbing onto the opposite desk for support as she reached for the stereo. She turned the volume knob down, the cacophony of music retreating to a dull roar. Turning around, she trudged back to her side of the room, kicking some of the clothes and papers on his floor in his general direction as she did so.
“Ugh, Austin, you’re such a pig.”
She grumbled, returning to her work. Austin merely shrugged in response, flipping through a magazine he’d found stashed between his bed and the wall.
“And you’re a bookworm.”
Aisling looked over her shoulder and gave him another glare that Austin countered by sticking out his tongue.