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davidshaw's new place
Feb. 17th, 2004 02:38 pmClay manages to find David’s loft from the address left on a slip of paper for him. David doesn’t seem to be home but there’s no lock on the door so Clay enters, whistling loudly, just to make sure that anybody there knows he’s coming. The shrill sound ricochets from the bare walls and his left leg is immediately attacked by Spartipuss.
There’s a nest of blankets in the corner but otherwise the place is empty.
Clay pokes around for a bit and mentally composes a list of things that need to be done. There’s no heat and no electricity. There are a couple of sockets but David probably hasn’t noticed them and when Clay screws one off to check the wires he’s grateful that that is the case. They’re a fire waiting to happen. He decides to take care of that first since he’s been provident enough to bring a small electrical heater. That’ll be two things solved, then.
Spartipuss is curled up on the blankets, quietly asleep now that her displeasure has been made public.
When Clay returns from the store the place is still empty and the darkening sky is making the windows seem invisible. He stands for a bit enjoying the view before setting to work, getting a torch out of his bag and carefully replacing all of the wires running through the walls. It takes forever especially because he is on his own, but after a couple of hours – and a not quite legal tap from the main power line, Clay is able to turn the heater on as well as a small lamp he got from the $2 bin. It’s made of translucent plastic and shaped like an egg but it casts a soft glow that makes the blanket nest, complete with cat, look quite appealing and cosy.
That’ll do.
There’s a nest of blankets in the corner but otherwise the place is empty.
Clay pokes around for a bit and mentally composes a list of things that need to be done. There’s no heat and no electricity. There are a couple of sockets but David probably hasn’t noticed them and when Clay screws one off to check the wires he’s grateful that that is the case. They’re a fire waiting to happen. He decides to take care of that first since he’s been provident enough to bring a small electrical heater. That’ll be two things solved, then.
Spartipuss is curled up on the blankets, quietly asleep now that her displeasure has been made public.
When Clay returns from the store the place is still empty and the darkening sky is making the windows seem invisible. He stands for a bit enjoying the view before setting to work, getting a torch out of his bag and carefully replacing all of the wires running through the walls. It takes forever especially because he is on his own, but after a couple of hours – and a not quite legal tap from the main power line, Clay is able to turn the heater on as well as a small lamp he got from the $2 bin. It’s made of translucent plastic and shaped like an egg but it casts a soft glow that makes the blanket nest, complete with cat, look quite appealing and cosy.
That’ll do.