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Kennedy's only just arrived in Siren Cove. She flew in from Georgia and had to take a taxi the rest of the way to the small town off the coast of Maine. It's beautiful--the weather a bit gloomy but a hell of a lot better than how she had painted it after a premonition. As she stands in the bare living room, she notes to sell that one in the shop, maybe the residents will love it. To her, it makes her nervous. She doesn't want to look at it anymore.
The movers have already left--having barely any furniture to her name and only art supplies, they just had to move some boxes and canvases. The head mover didn't even charge her, something that bothered Kennedy. At first she thought her aunt North had somehow bewitched this man into moving her junk for free, but he just smiled patronizingly at her and said she "looked sad" and that he's "always happy to help a little lady in need." Fuck that guy. She put on her sweetest smile and thanked him for being such a hero, rolling her eyes so hard behind his back, Regina George would be proud.
She sighs as she glances around the room. "Guess I should start unpacking." With a flick of the wrist, she dumps the five boxes out--paints, brushes, notepads, mason jars, everything falling to the distressed hard wood floors and rolling around the room. "Welp, I'm overwhelmed!" It really doesn't take much. The thought of setting up her apartment by herself makes Kennedy anxious and she quickly grabs her purse, a few rolled up paintings, and gets the hell out of dodge. Why worry about it now when I can worry about it later?--an odd adage for a girl who literally saw the future every single day.
Shirking her responsibilities, Kennedy runs down the stairs of the complex and out into the streets. People are out, it's a pretty Saturday, and they all seemed relieved about something. She only half notices a few buildings are falling apart. Must be doing construction work. She tugs a paper out of her back pocket and unfolds it, ignoring a car horn as she blindly enters the street, and heads for her destination--the Boardwalk. Shopping for her apartment was more of an afterthought when it came to her brand new shop. She worked with a realtor over the phone, emailing back and forth, as they found the perfect location for an art shop. Organizing it was too much for her already busy brain, so the realtor set everything up for her, working tirelessly with a man on the outside of town whose expertise was in something art something economics whatever. All she cares about is that her shop is completely set up, organized, the books ready--all she needs to do is hang some work and hope people want to buy some art.
Kennedy finds it. A cute little space on the boardwalk, the door emblazoned with "KeKe's Art-ifacts" and she smiles. This is where she'll spend most of her time, and the front already makes her happy. She appreciates that the realtor has put a little sign on the sidewalk announcing its grand opening and all the services offered. She pulls the key out of her pocket and slowly unlocks the door, peeking inside. "Oh, wow," she whispers before stepping inside, leaving the door propped open behind her. Everything she needs is there, out on display. She frowns when she sees the empty white wall for her paintings.
"Alright then, let's get you situated, shall we?" Kennedy drops the bag off her shoulder and pulls out a roll, carefully rolling it out on a nearby table and hanging the piece with clear clips. She hangs the rest of her paintings--why she's chosen these, she has no idea--and takes a pen from one of the displays, signing the bottom of each piece. She takes a step back to look over the wall.
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The movers have already left--having barely any furniture to her name and only art supplies, they just had to move some boxes and canvases. The head mover didn't even charge her, something that bothered Kennedy. At first she thought her aunt North had somehow bewitched this man into moving her junk for free, but he just smiled patronizingly at her and said she "looked sad" and that he's "always happy to help a little lady in need." Fuck that guy. She put on her sweetest smile and thanked him for being such a hero, rolling her eyes so hard behind his back, Regina George would be proud.
She sighs as she glances around the room. "Guess I should start unpacking." With a flick of the wrist, she dumps the five boxes out--paints, brushes, notepads, mason jars, everything falling to the distressed hard wood floors and rolling around the room. "Welp, I'm overwhelmed!" It really doesn't take much. The thought of setting up her apartment by herself makes Kennedy anxious and she quickly grabs her purse, a few rolled up paintings, and gets the hell out of dodge. Why worry about it now when I can worry about it later?--an odd adage for a girl who literally saw the future every single day.
Shirking her responsibilities, Kennedy runs down the stairs of the complex and out into the streets. People are out, it's a pretty Saturday, and they all seemed relieved about something. She only half notices a few buildings are falling apart. Must be doing construction work. She tugs a paper out of her back pocket and unfolds it, ignoring a car horn as she blindly enters the street, and heads for her destination--the Boardwalk. Shopping for her apartment was more of an afterthought when it came to her brand new shop. She worked with a realtor over the phone, emailing back and forth, as they found the perfect location for an art shop. Organizing it was too much for her already busy brain, so the realtor set everything up for her, working tirelessly with a man on the outside of town whose expertise was in something art something economics whatever. All she cares about is that her shop is completely set up, organized, the books ready--all she needs to do is hang some work and hope people want to buy some art.
Kennedy finds it. A cute little space on the boardwalk, the door emblazoned with "KeKe's Art-ifacts" and she smiles. This is where she'll spend most of her time, and the front already makes her happy. She appreciates that the realtor has put a little sign on the sidewalk announcing its grand opening and all the services offered. She pulls the key out of her pocket and slowly unlocks the door, peeking inside. "Oh, wow," she whispers before stepping inside, leaving the door propped open behind her. Everything she needs is there, out on display. She frowns when she sees the empty white wall for her paintings.
"Alright then, let's get you situated, shall we?" Kennedy drops the bag off her shoulder and pulls out a roll, carefully rolling it out on a nearby table and hanging the piece with clear clips. She hangs the rest of her paintings--why she's chosen these, she has no idea--and takes a pen from one of the displays, signing the bottom of each piece. She takes a step back to look over the wall.
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