It had taken a few weeks, and a lot of dumpster diving, but her little squatters paradise was starting to look livable.
The first thing she had done was to clear out the window of the broken glass- she didn't feel the need to cut up her arms any more then she had the first night. Fortunately, the wooden frame of the window still was working, although deprived of glass and the cross-section pieces. She had took a trip down to the first floor and struggled for up to an hour to get the wood off one of the windows down there.
She had tore up her fingernails pretty good but it had been worth it in the end. Taking the salvaged wood back up the fire escape she had re-nailed it- without a hammer she had used one of her doc marten boots- to her window frame. That done, she had rigged up a little system with a bike chain she had at the bottom of her hiking bag and a padlock. Wahlah! She had reinvented home security. It wasn't much, but it would hopefully keep people out.
The other broken window in that first room of her attic was covered with what looked to be someone's old, ripped, bed comforter. She wasn't too concerned about someone scaling the side of the building to get in that way and it kept the cold air out well enough.
The front room itself did not have many furnishings. She had snatched up a few plastic egg crates which were now filled with whatever books she had on her when she arrived in RhyDin and some clothes and set up along the left wall under the other broken window. Straight across from her entrance window was the tiniest, and dirtiest, fireplace. For now, a pile of blankets (or what were at one time blankets) was set up before that along the right wall.
In that far left corner was the door leading off into the makeshift bathroom- she had yet to do anything with that but would soon have to deal with it. For now, there was a somewhat rusty bucket resting under the outdoor style waterspout that was inside the bathroom. She didn't know where the water came from or why it was still running- didn't want to ask either. It was cold but seemed clean enough, that was all that mattered.
In the right wall was the door that led to the third room of the little attic. This room was very bright. It faced the street with two fully intact, yet very warped, windows. Another was set in the right wall. The majority of the light came from a slight light that, though covered in bird droppings, warmed up the whole room.
The room was devoid of any signs of life at the moment. Eileen was leaving it alone until she figured out just what she wanted to use it for. In the back left corner was an antique of sorts- an old black stove thingy whose name escaped her. Franklin, maybe? She remembered studying Benjamin Franklin in her American Lit class last semester, but she had slept through that class soooo she wasn't really sure if he had invented the ugly black stove or not. In the grand scheme that was her life, it didn't really matter.
The only other thing of note in the room was the trapdoor in the close left corner. It led to the downstairs. She had placed a few bricks over it for now, really needing to get another chain and padlock to keep away unexpected visitors.
The first thing she had done was to clear out the window of the broken glass- she didn't feel the need to cut up her arms any more then she had the first night. Fortunately, the wooden frame of the window still was working, although deprived of glass and the cross-section pieces. She had took a trip down to the first floor and struggled for up to an hour to get the wood off one of the windows down there.
She had tore up her fingernails pretty good but it had been worth it in the end. Taking the salvaged wood back up the fire escape she had re-nailed it- without a hammer she had used one of her doc marten boots- to her window frame. That done, she had rigged up a little system with a bike chain she had at the bottom of her hiking bag and a padlock. Wahlah! She had reinvented home security. It wasn't much, but it would hopefully keep people out.
The other broken window in that first room of her attic was covered with what looked to be someone's old, ripped, bed comforter. She wasn't too concerned about someone scaling the side of the building to get in that way and it kept the cold air out well enough.
The front room itself did not have many furnishings. She had snatched up a few plastic egg crates which were now filled with whatever books she had on her when she arrived in RhyDin and some clothes and set up along the left wall under the other broken window. Straight across from her entrance window was the tiniest, and dirtiest, fireplace. For now, a pile of blankets (or what were at one time blankets) was set up before that along the right wall.
In that far left corner was the door leading off into the makeshift bathroom- she had yet to do anything with that but would soon have to deal with it. For now, there was a somewhat rusty bucket resting under the outdoor style waterspout that was inside the bathroom. She didn't know where the water came from or why it was still running- didn't want to ask either. It was cold but seemed clean enough, that was all that mattered.
In the right wall was the door that led to the third room of the little attic. This room was very bright. It faced the street with two fully intact, yet very warped, windows. Another was set in the right wall. The majority of the light came from a slight light that, though covered in bird droppings, warmed up the whole room.
The room was devoid of any signs of life at the moment. Eileen was leaving it alone until she figured out just what she wanted to use it for. In the back left corner was an antique of sorts- an old black stove thingy whose name escaped her. Franklin, maybe? She remembered studying Benjamin Franklin in her American Lit class last semester, but she had slept through that class soooo she wasn't really sure if he had invented the ugly black stove or not. In the grand scheme that was her life, it didn't really matter.
The only other thing of note in the room was the trapdoor in the close left corner. It led to the downstairs. She had placed a few bricks over it for now, really needing to get another chain and padlock to keep away unexpected visitors.