Pinguinum
07-11-2007, 12:37
OOC: This is for my storyline only. You can use it as a reference. Any posts made in this thread may be ignored.
ICish Narrative:
0650
A light mist had come down on the road that morning. Mrs. Waddle looked out the window onto Wateredge Lane. She sighed. "Peter darling, it's a bit gloomy outside".
Peter Waddle had lived with his wife in No.1a for almost ten years now. He remembers to this day when he was voted in by the people and blessed by His Majesty King Dwight.
He got out of bed and looked out the window too. "Oh yes dear, it is rather."
He also saw the Wateredge penguin waddling past. No one knew where it came from. They can only assume it was a pet once and was released onto the street.
"Martha, I've got a meeting today with some of the ministers and I will be downstairs in my office all morning."
"Okay darling, I'll ask for breakfast to be made."
She exited the bedroom into the upstairs landing. The landing was done with walls of a lavender colour.
There was a mahogany table just outside the door with a picture at the back of Mr and Mrs Waddle on their wedding day. In front of this was a bowl of lavender pot pouris. The fragrance wafted through the air.
Opposite the table was the banister, which went from around near the bathroom door to the other side of the landing and then down towards the 1st floor where the offices were located.
Also downstairs right at the back was a communal passageway which joined all three houses of No. 1 Wateredge Lane.
0655
Martha had a shower. Martha liked to sing in the shower and she did that now.
"I'm all lost in the supermarket, I can no longer shop happily..."
There she was singing, standing upright naked with the lather rushing over with the water as it urged from the shower. She stood there all wet and worked the soap into every crevise before immediately rinsing it out. In went to shampoo. Running her slender hands through her soft brown hair, she worked the shampoo lather in and out. Ducking her head into the stream of water, she rinsed her head of hair. She turned off the tap and shook her head to displace some of the water.
Out of the shower, she rubbed her self down with her mauve towel and wrapped it around her body.
She then wrapped a hand towel around her hair and replaced her slippers.
ICish Narrative:
0650
A light mist had come down on the road that morning. Mrs. Waddle looked out the window onto Wateredge Lane. She sighed. "Peter darling, it's a bit gloomy outside".
Peter Waddle had lived with his wife in No.1a for almost ten years now. He remembers to this day when he was voted in by the people and blessed by His Majesty King Dwight.
He got out of bed and looked out the window too. "Oh yes dear, it is rather."
He also saw the Wateredge penguin waddling past. No one knew where it came from. They can only assume it was a pet once and was released onto the street.
"Martha, I've got a meeting today with some of the ministers and I will be downstairs in my office all morning."
"Okay darling, I'll ask for breakfast to be made."
She exited the bedroom into the upstairs landing. The landing was done with walls of a lavender colour.
There was a mahogany table just outside the door with a picture at the back of Mr and Mrs Waddle on their wedding day. In front of this was a bowl of lavender pot pouris. The fragrance wafted through the air.
Opposite the table was the banister, which went from around near the bathroom door to the other side of the landing and then down towards the 1st floor where the offices were located.
Also downstairs right at the back was a communal passageway which joined all three houses of No. 1 Wateredge Lane.
0655
Martha had a shower. Martha liked to sing in the shower and she did that now.
"I'm all lost in the supermarket, I can no longer shop happily..."
There she was singing, standing upright naked with the lather rushing over with the water as it urged from the shower. She stood there all wet and worked the soap into every crevise before immediately rinsing it out. In went to shampoo. Running her slender hands through her soft brown hair, she worked the shampoo lather in and out. Ducking her head into the stream of water, she rinsed her head of hair. She turned off the tap and shook her head to displace some of the water.
Out of the shower, she rubbed her self down with her mauve towel and wrapped it around her body.
She then wrapped a hand towel around her hair and replaced her slippers.