Song's Digs [Closed]
Aug. 13th, 2014 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
songholladayIt's been just a few days since she first stepped foot into Siren Cove, an attempt to live closer to her father, and Song already has her digs in place and decorated just the way she likes.
Finally satisfied with everything, she adjusts her glasses and whips out her small digital camera. It was a gift from Herc when he first dropped her off at college in California and Song's made a habit out of sending her dad small videos to update him and cheer him up whenever they were apart. She hits the record button and smiles.
"Hi, dad! I've done a lot of work since you were here the other day, you know, with your muscles and the lifting and the being a badass and all that. You weren't much help decorating though, gotta say. Soooooo since you won't be back for a few weeks, I thought I'd give you a tour? And also remind you how I still hate that I moved from California to Maine to be near you and the week I move in, your job makes you travel to California for two weeks. What's up with that, dad? Did you really retire from the military?
Anyway! Look! Look at what I did all by myself!" She shifts the camera, disappearing from view, and shines it onto the living room.
"Ta-daaa! I painted that grey-blue colour you didn't like, and look, dad, look at this! It's amazing. See dad? Lifetime in military housing is no excuse for those white walls in your house now."
She hums and shuffles off into the master bedroom.
"Painted this room too. And yes, I'm keeping that picture of you from the 80's. It's priceless. Don't try to steal it, I have copies. Oh!" Song flips the camera back to her face. "And thanks for the bedding, I love it!"
Panning over the corner of the room, she quickly flips the camera to herself again. "Uhhh...you didn't see all those shoes, okay?"
She moves to the bathroom, lingering only for a minute, nothing too special there.
Moving along, she stops at the dining room.
"I'm holding you to the Friday dinners. Plenty of room for us just like old times."
"And the reason why I picked this place...
...the kitchen! It's my favourite room so far. I need to go to the local market and buy a bunch of groceries, but for now, it's microwave dinners just like Dad used to make," she laughs. "Sorry, that was a cheap shot. But really, your cooking is awful."
"Okay, you were out here when I moved in, but I added some things." She opens the green door in the kitchen and steps outside, focusing the camera on her new balcony.
"Look at those awesome decorating skills. They certainly do not run in the Holladay genes." She quickly raises her eyebrows at the camera before moving back inside.
"Don't think I forgot you though, dad." She opens the last door of the apartment and pans the camera.
"I made a nice spare bedroom if you ever miss my face too much." She sits on the bed and turns the lens back to herself, smiling. "You're welcome to stay here anytime you'd like, seriously. Anyway, I better get back to work. I have just a few more boxes to unpack then I'll be settled. Give me a call when you're headed back, okay? I love you!" Song waves at the camera like she has for many years and flips it off, setting the device down on the bed. She sighs, already missing her father. But she does actually feel like she's at home finally.
Finally satisfied with everything, she adjusts her glasses and whips out her small digital camera. It was a gift from Herc when he first dropped her off at college in California and Song's made a habit out of sending her dad small videos to update him and cheer him up whenever they were apart. She hits the record button and smiles.
"Hi, dad! I've done a lot of work since you were here the other day, you know, with your muscles and the lifting and the being a badass and all that. You weren't much help decorating though, gotta say. Soooooo since you won't be back for a few weeks, I thought I'd give you a tour? And also remind you how I still hate that I moved from California to Maine to be near you and the week I move in, your job makes you travel to California for two weeks. What's up with that, dad? Did you really retire from the military?
Anyway! Look! Look at what I did all by myself!" She shifts the camera, disappearing from view, and shines it onto the living room.
"Ta-daaa! I painted that grey-blue colour you didn't like, and look, dad, look at this! It's amazing. See dad? Lifetime in military housing is no excuse for those white walls in your house now."
She hums and shuffles off into the master bedroom.
"Painted this room too. And yes, I'm keeping that picture of you from the 80's. It's priceless. Don't try to steal it, I have copies. Oh!" Song flips the camera back to her face. "And thanks for the bedding, I love it!"
Panning over the corner of the room, she quickly flips the camera to herself again. "Uhhh...you didn't see all those shoes, okay?"
She moves to the bathroom, lingering only for a minute, nothing too special there.
Moving along, she stops at the dining room.
"I'm holding you to the Friday dinners. Plenty of room for us just like old times."
"And the reason why I picked this place...
...the kitchen! It's my favourite room so far. I need to go to the local market and buy a bunch of groceries, but for now, it's microwave dinners just like Dad used to make," she laughs. "Sorry, that was a cheap shot. But really, your cooking is awful."
"Okay, you were out here when I moved in, but I added some things." She opens the green door in the kitchen and steps outside, focusing the camera on her new balcony.
"Look at those awesome decorating skills. They certainly do not run in the Holladay genes." She quickly raises her eyebrows at the camera before moving back inside.
"Don't think I forgot you though, dad." She opens the last door of the apartment and pans the camera.
"I made a nice spare bedroom if you ever miss my face too much." She sits on the bed and turns the lens back to herself, smiling. "You're welcome to stay here anytime you'd like, seriously. Anyway, I better get back to work. I have just a few more boxes to unpack then I'll be settled. Give me a call when you're headed back, okay? I love you!" Song waves at the camera like she has for many years and flips it off, setting the device down on the bed. She sighs, already missing her father. But she does actually feel like she's at home finally.
