07/09/2012

[bythewall]

WHO: 2012 Persona Users + Oscar
WHERE: Dormitory attic
WHEN: July 9th, 10AM-ish
WHY: Attic cleaning! And beginning of what will be a terrible disaster.

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[inthatwild]

(OOC NOTE: Okay, everyone post to this one thread so no one gets confused and out of the loop. ♥ Also, fyi, I usually avoid strict posting orders. Feel free to set one up amongst yourselves if you need to, but for the most part just post at your leisure. So no one gets held up and all that, ya know? :D)Yes, Emi knew she had to be up early. And, yes, she knew that she would be cleaning an attic with others. However, you wouldn't know it by looking at her when she finally entered the door. She had spent about an hour and a half in the bathroom preparing for the day that was likely to be a long one. Her hair was in perfect pigtails, and though she was wearing shortalls, they were her nice gray fitted ones. Not the kind you expected to get dirty in. To top it all off, she stood in the doorway with a Starducks iced mocha latté in her hand. Even if she had been pushing for time after spending forever getting ready, she was not going to last the day unless she ran to the Starducks down the street first

[skinnendesol]

"Dunno, never cleaned anything in my life." If anyone saw the state of his and Ezra's dorm room, they might actually believe him, too. Speaking of Ezra, he was right in the middle of a gaggle of girls-- that dog. He waved back to his roommate, then glanced over at Emi. "Though, you might be on the right track."

Pause.

"Got enough caffeine there?" he asked with a bemused smile.

[megas_alexandr]

Standing around near the door, Dominick's greeting had turned into a muffled "Urnf!" as someone nearly his own size bowled into him from behind. Staggering, he bounded away from the door to see Rolf, Emi trailing quickly behind him. "Hey man, sorry about the...huh?"

Realizing he'd grabbed a hold of the heavy-looking shelving as support, he tried not to look too embarrassed around the group of girls. "Eh heh, now I don't suppose you all were trying to move this rickety bulk around, were you?"

[azuranthine]

Well, that worked out well. Lillian suppressed a giggle and nodded.

"We could use some help. It looks a little too heavy for us to lift," she added, pointing to herself then Zoe and Heather. Lillian shifted from one foot to the other a little nervously. Rolf was here now and another girl with pigtails named Emi, she thought. Between all the clutter and the growing cluster of people, Lillian was beginning to feel a little... cramped.

"Um, if you could move it for us, we'd greatly appreciate it," Lillian finished with a sweet smile.

[turnofthewheel]

Lester glanced at Ama and then back at Ezra. A leg up? He smiled a little and nodded. "All right."

He held his hands in front of himself much like Ezra, hoping, very much hoping, that that this leg up business wouldn't take very long. If not only for his sake but for the other two's sake as well. The fiasco with the fan carrying had done enough to prove his lack of strength.

"Let's get this over with." The cleaning and the leg up. Please don't fall. Please don't fall. Please don't fall.

[alalma]

Amalia placed one sneakered foot in Ezra's hand first, about to do the same with Lester's when she heard the oh-so-familiar voice of her oh-so-familiar roommate, who was probably pampered and preened and not-at-all prepared for this cleaning adventure.

Sure enough, when she glanced over, her suspicions were confirmed. The sigh under her breath was a resigned one, almost amused at how different they were. Emi's hair was in neat pigtails, Ama's had been tamed by a few brush strokes and was now starting to stick to the back of her neck, and one was sipping some kind of latte while the other one was... using a pair of boys as step-stools.

Speaking of which--

"Welcome to the party, Emilinda!" she called out, turning her attention back to the task at hand. Using their hands, Ama was able to get the boost she needed to grab the box on the very top-- as she'd expected. What she didn't expect was that the boxes underneath it had been shifted by the earlier moving, and they were starting to wobble

[bythewall]

(Combining Emi and Oscar posts in one, just because I can. Lame post is lame anyway, soooob. Mod will try to brain better.)

Emi gave Rolf a totally unimpressed glance. She took a drink of her coffee while thinking of an appropriate response to that comment. "Got enough dumb smile there?" Yes, that would do. Siiiiip. Though she did acknowledge that she was on to something. By the looks of it they were just moving things around. Or getting the other people to do it for them. With the coffee in her hand, she quickly tried to think of the best way to get on the latter team.

She watched as Ama struggled "Don't call me that!" She knew no Spanish herself and, while she sometimes regretted taking French in place of Spanish as her language credit requirement, it was easier just to yell at Ama without actually knowing what the word meant. She was a bit peeved that Ama hadn't waited for her, after all. It bothered her ever-so slightly being the one to show up last and alone, but whatever. She had coffee and they didn't. And Ama looked like

[skinnendesol]

Rolf couldn't help but chuckle at Emi's eloquent retort, and he shook his head. The smile on his face wavered, however, when he finally got a good look at the state of the attic-- yikes. Boxes of random crap, furniture, dust everywhere, and he thought he just witnessed a human pyramid for a moment there. Yeah, his first day back at school was going just as expected.

He cringed when he heard that gigantic iced coffee hit the floor, and he spun around to see the puddle of coffee just reach his shoes. "Careful. Try not to make more work for us, yeah?" As much as he wanted to just step over the spill, he couldn't just leave Emi with the mess. With a quick scan of what was closest to him, he pulled some rags out of a box and began soaking up the liquid and gathering the ice. Upon closer inspection, the rags looked to be part of an old costume in another life. Whoops.

As he cleaned, Rolf glanced over his shoulder at the principal. "Ghosts? If they'll take all this stuff, I'll give it a try."

[azuranthine]

Lillian glanced toward the mailboxes. She hadn't noticed them at first and wondered now how she could've missed them. They were so pretty, elegant, and old-fashioned. If she'd had her sketchbook with her and not been in the middle of sorting through a box of old chipped knick knacks, she might have sat down to draw them.

"Maybe if we put things in there and they stay, other students will find them someday."

The unicorn lunchbox full of trinkets and treasures Lillian had buried in her backyard when she was five was still there, waiting to be found if her parents ever sold their house.

[andsheletsgo]

Heather got more nervous as more and more people gathered. Usually it was already bad enough to be stuck in the middle of crowds of people in school, but with the limited space in the attic it was even worse. She only recognized a few faces as people in her year as well.

She turned her attention towards the mailboxes when Oscar moved and spoke, glad to have a distraction for a moment from all these people gathering. The thing he said wasn't as well received though. "G-ghosts? Do you mean ghosts came here and took those things..?" Heather nervously glanced around her as if one could pop up from behind a box any moment. She was usually a pretty logical person but the idea of ghosts scared her nonetheless. Perhaps she never really had grown out of it.

[turnofthewheel]

"Ghost stories?" Lester repeated, turning over his shoulder in attempt to get a better look at whatever the principal was talking about. He was still holding Ama up with Ezra. If he wasn't, maybe he would have made his way over to get a look at those mail boxes himself. Little stories like that were amusing. Sometimes. But right now he had to focus on keeping Ama up there an not on him and Ezra. Along with the boxes. Oh that wouldn't be fun.

"Almost done there, Ama?"

[alalma]

It took a few minutes to absolutely ensure that nothing was going to topple over, but Amalia nodded when Lester asked. The one box was still held on her hip, but at least everything else would stay put. There was also the fact that the principal had just mentioned ghost stories, and if that wasn't enough to warrant her attention, then nothing was! She just had to... get down first.

And roll her eyes again at her roommate freaking out over something and making another mess, but that could come later.

"I've got it," she replied now, almost radiating excited energy; she definitely wanted to check these mailboxes out. "Thanks, guys, you can drop me now."

[megas_alexandr]

Dominick straightened up and dusted off his hands. "Not a problem," he answered at the request, meeting Lillian's smile with one of his own. He looked over the heavy shelving unit; it was nearly caked in dust and looked as if it had been shuffled around quite a bit in its day. Placing his hands on either side to test its weight, Dominick grinned. "Oh yeah, this won't too bad at all, but--"

He looked over his shoulder at the sudden turn of conversation. Glancing at the mailboxes, he just shook his head. "Come on everyone, that's just one of the old campus pranks. A few troublemakers spreading rumors isn't enough to get excited over."

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra listened to the goings-on with a quirked brow, stealing a glance when he shifted to a steadier stance. Despite being the focus of everyone's attention, the mailboxes looked pretty ordinary and un-haunted to him. He'd never been one for ghost stories like some troublemakers he'd known back home, though.

After Ama finished making sure they weren't going to be buried, Ezra dropped his half of the support gently and clasped his hands behind his head in a stretch. Overhearing Lillian's question, Ezra decided to play along.

"Like what? If we put something inside, it should be worth finding later." Something interesting or useful. He glanced around the uninspiring attic thoughtfully.

[azuranthine]

"Maybe something personal? Like a letter? They are mailboxes..."

A letter saying hello to the ghosts seemed a lot more polite than just dumping stuff on them, unasked. If Lillian was a ghost, she'd prefer to be asked if she minded taking some clutter off of a person's hands first. If ghosts existed, wouldn't they have feelings, too?

"There might be paper in one of these boxes..."

Lillian abandoned the box of knick-knacks and started rummaging through another box looking for a notebook and something to write with.

[skinnendesol]

Dominick was probably right, but a little entertainment couldn't hurt. Rolf scooped up the ice and coffee-soaked rags, and dumped them into small wastebasket that would never in a million years hold all the trash in the attic. Oh well.

"Paper?" Rolf hrm'd aloud as he, too, began picking through a box with now sticky hands. Oh, hey. He pulled out a small notebook and quickly flipped through it. It looked like there were some notes already written into some of the pages, but the ones in the back were blank. He flipped the notebook open to the blank pages and glanced over at Lillian.

"Lillian, catch!" And he tossed the notebook over to her.