Feb 01, 2011 00:25
[Down went the PCD, screen flickering on in a matter of moments. It's landed on the hardwood this time, alerting the girl from her noon-shift at the far end, brush in hand. She'd started, green eyes wide as saucers before--]
Oh, darnitall.
[With brush still in hand, half-brushed hair coiled around her wrist, she makes her way over to retrieve the fallen device. Of course she doesn't quite get that far, considering the hair in her hand is acting quite like a pulley.]
[And dragging across all the twists and turns it's created in her brushing spree.]
[Down went Rapunzel, yelping all the while. Her hair has effectively tripped her up, and with the scramble to right herself again, she's gone and looped a good few feet of tresses around her shoulders. ..And dropped the brush. An annoyed sort of snort leaves her in a huff as poor Rapunzel turns in a good few circles in search of her lost weapon-of-choice. -- In the end, she only ends up completely tangled, and entirely brushless.]
W-Whoa! [Down she went again, this time close enough to have landed flat on her face, and right in front of the sideways PCD.] ...Of course the red light is on. [Grumble. Red light on only meant one thing.]