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Who: Edie Steinlen[Snow White] and OPEN.
Where: Meeting Rooms, Pentameron.
When: Wednesday, Mid-day.
What: Cleaning, chatting- Pending depending on who happens upon her.
Rating: Pending.
Wednesday rolled around quicker than Edie seemed to think that it would, and so it was time for the Antheneum's favourite neatnik to arrive with her ipod in hand to clean up those bits of the Pentameron that the rest of the actual residents always seemed to avoid. First and foremost almost always seemed to be the meeting rooms wherein sweeping and dusting just seemed to be more than an arduous task for all of the benches and corners that it held.
"I dont care for walkin downtown, crazy auto-car gonna mow me down....Look at all the people like cows in a herd. Well, I like...Birds."
For the girl whose O.C.D. was not yet diagnosed however, it was a dream. And so Pledge and chamois in hand she took to polishing the bases of the benches after a good thorough sweep and mopping. It seemed as if the sparkling clean was happening as if by magic, to anybody who happened to pass by since it seemed at first glance to be devoid any any people. Really, it was just the constant attention to detail of the small girl that kept her hidden behind the benches. Though, if one lingered just long enough, they would hear the soft voice emanating from behind the wood as Edie found herself unconsciously indulging in that habit of singing as she worked.
"If you're small, and on a search...well I've got a feeder for you to perch on.." If they ventured in further they might find the backside of a faded and well worn pair of jeans and the tour dates on the paint splattered and bleach stained teeshirt from the Eels with Strings Concert Tour as the petite form lay bent over the benches actually dusting out the cobwebs from the corners of the bottom of the seats.
"I've got a feeder for you to perch on..."
Where: Meeting Rooms, Pentameron.
When: Wednesday, Mid-day.
What: Cleaning, chatting- Pending depending on who happens upon her.
Rating: Pending.
Wednesday rolled around quicker than Edie seemed to think that it would, and so it was time for the Antheneum's favourite neatnik to arrive with her ipod in hand to clean up those bits of the Pentameron that the rest of the actual residents always seemed to avoid. First and foremost almost always seemed to be the meeting rooms wherein sweeping and dusting just seemed to be more than an arduous task for all of the benches and corners that it held.
"I dont care for walkin downtown, crazy auto-car gonna mow me down....Look at all the people like cows in a herd. Well, I like...Birds."
For the girl whose O.C.D. was not yet diagnosed however, it was a dream. And so Pledge and chamois in hand she took to polishing the bases of the benches after a good thorough sweep and mopping. It seemed as if the sparkling clean was happening as if by magic, to anybody who happened to pass by since it seemed at first glance to be devoid any any people. Really, it was just the constant attention to detail of the small girl that kept her hidden behind the benches. Though, if one lingered just long enough, they would hear the soft voice emanating from behind the wood as Edie found herself unconsciously indulging in that habit of singing as she worked.
"If you're small, and on a search...well I've got a feeder for you to perch on.." If they ventured in further they might find the backside of a faded and well worn pair of jeans and the tour dates on the paint splattered and bleach stained teeshirt from the Eels with Strings Concert Tour as the petite form lay bent over the benches actually dusting out the cobwebs from the corners of the bottom of the seats.
"I've got a feeder for you to perch on..."