Post by Skye Ellington on Dec 7, 2012 14:50:27 GMT 1
Outfit
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Saturdays seemed to be the best day of the week for Skye. She didn't work on Saturdays, parking in town was half price if you managed to find a parking spot between the rush hour times and this particular Saturday, as it was growing close to Christmas, every bakery had the sweet, distinctive smell of mince pies that lingered in the cold air as you walked by.
She had spent the afternoon in the town centre, spending her last bit of cash on presents and hot chocolate. She had stocked up on mince pies and other sweet niceties and even brought herself a tasteful bottle of wine. Usually she would have gone home, taken a shower and changed into something a little more appropriate for clubbing but tonight, with her lack of funds, she had been forced to sitting in her newly furnished apartment with her bottle of wine in one hand, the TV remote in the other and a pizza on its way.
Looking outside her window, the heavy rain made silver waterfalls down the panes as the street lamps reflected of them. She could see by the poorly kept gardens that it was windy as one of the old flower pots was blowing around making a slight racket. She could hear the next door neighbour’s TV which didn’t surprise her as the elderly lady was hard on hearing and usually had her TV on up until the very last minute before she went to bed. Luckily, that was never too late.
Hearing her doorbell ring, announcing the arrival of her pizza, Skye placed the bottle and remote on the coffee table in front of her and took what was left of her change. She quickly ruffled her hand through the front of her hair to attempt a more presentable look but having changed in to her pyjamas earlier; it didn’t do much in making her look productive. Apparently, her favourite pizza place had got a new delivery driver because this bored looking teenager was not the usual 23 year old guy that usually let her off paying full price.
Skye took the pizza and handed the change in her hands to the kid before closing the door to her apartment without even bothering to check she’d given the right amount. Settling herself down on her plush, black sofa, she opened the box and immediately felt her mouth water. It had been one of those days where she hadn’t yet had chance to eat anything other than sweets and chocolate yet and she couldn’t wait to start pigging out on the 12inch Hawaiian.
She reached forward to grab a piece whilst her eyes were glued on the TV. Well, she tried.
Once she had managed to feel her way around the pizza box and finally placed a slice to her lips, the lights went out. So did the TV and anything else electrical that sat around her. For a moment she sat in the darkness which the pizza still against her lips, blinking in confusion before she put the pizza back inside the box and stood up. She tried the lamp on the coffee table but nothing happened, nor did it when she tried the main light switches.
Her power was out.
On a Saturday night.
Why did it have to be a Saturday night?
After the initial shock wore off, Skye stumbled around the room trying to find the door to the hallway whist trying to work out what to do. She wasn't a handyman or an electrician but she wasn’t stupid enough not to know where to check first. After a good fumble from room to room with the help of her lighter and a few bruised knees, Skye finally found her fuse box and came to the conclusion that it was only her apartment that was having the difficulties.
A good few cusses later and Skye finally decided to go find someone who could help. It wasn’t like her apartments was prone to power failures, not when she made the effort to pay her bills two weeks in advance should anything like this happen.
Ironic to say the least.
Now never in her life had she met the occupants of the apartments in her building other than the loud elderly lady next door and the nice family at number 11. Skye opened her front door and was relieved to see the lights still lit up the corridor that lead to the stairs. She had no idea where to start. The elderly lady probably wouldn’t understand a word she was saying and the last she had heard, the family in number 11 had gone on holiday until after Christmas.
Groaning, she ran her hand through her long, blonde locks again before allowing her feet to grow a mind of their own and start walking. If there was one thing Skye hated more than anything it was asking for help. She also hated talking to strangers but on this particular occasion it seemed the only option she had.
Choosing any door at random, she hesitantly knocked on it, lightly at first but after hearing nothing move on the other side she grew impatient and tried again, only this time with a lot more force. She bit her lip and twisted strands of hair through her fingers as she waited, all the while glancing up and down the corridor anxiously as she found herself hoping someone would turn up soon.
