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Post by Mabel on Jul 17, 2007 21:06:39 GMT -5
Mabel's eyes widened at the gregarious girl before her. "I- um, hello." She responded cautiously, "I'm Mabel Fitzpatrick."
She considered the girls offer to help her with the suitcases- while she could obviously use the help, Mabel wanted to avoid another quip from Hawkeye about her belongings.
"No, I think I can get them up okay myself, thanks." Mabel declined politely, staring at the suitcases in hopes that she'd be able to will the luggage up the staircase. Ah, no such luck.
Mabel shook her arms out before hoisting up two of her suitcases and began to shuffle at an amusingly slow pace towards the staircase.
The first step wasn't miserable. Neither was the second. Everything went awry on the third. To say there was a crash would be an understatement.
Mabel groaned in a tangle of leather suitcases and limbs
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Post by Hawkeye on Jul 17, 2007 21:25:35 GMT -5
Hawkeye covered her mouth with her hand, attempting to suppress her laughter. Finally, she cleared her throat awkwardly and walked around the desk. She offered a hand to help Mabel up.
"You sure you don't want some help?" The fact that she was grinning didn't make her offer sound very sincere, but- as fun as it was to watch people topple down stairs, Hawkeye felt a little bad, seeing as it was clear that this wasn't her "thing."
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Post by Tempest on Jul 17, 2007 21:31:14 GMT -5
Tempest frowned. "Are you alright?" Seeing that Mabel wasn't in tears she assumed she was OK. She resumed talking a million miles a minute. "Come on," she said taking a suitcase and proceeding to drag it up the staircase. "I once fell down a stair case. I sprained my ankle and I had to go to the hospital, the doctors were really nice though. There was this boy there too, except I'm pretty sure he was pretty loony...."
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Post by Mabel on Jul 17, 2007 21:43:35 GMT -5
Mabel pulled herself from the pile of suitcases, her once delicately pinned hair falling comically across her frowning face. She hesitantly took Hawkeye's hand and pulled herself to her feet.
"It's not funny. I could've died. Those stairs are far too steep." Mabel replied briskly, smoothing out her now rumpled dress. "And..." Mable began, eyes dropping to the floor, "I wouldn't object to a little help."
She then stole a glance towards the staircase where the energetic girl from before was happily dragging one of her suitcases up the stairs, "Oh. Thank-you!" Mable wasn't all too sure the girl had heard her as she had yet to stop talking.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 17, 2007 21:56:49 GMT -5
Temp tilted her head. "Youre welcome. Anyway, he was like 'the fish atacked me i swear!!' and I said to him 'you're kidding right? Fish cant atack you!' but he was convinced it did so thats when I decided he was going to be my best freind. Da didn't like him though..."
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Post by Hawkeye on Jul 17, 2007 22:09:34 GMT -5
Hawkeye leaned down to pick up one of the two remaining suitcases. She lifted it up, then put it back down, "What did you put in here? Rocks?" She stared down at the bag, surprised that one suitcase could actually weigh that much.
She struggled to pick it up again, then started to make her way to the stairs. She looked up at the other girl who was babbling cheerfully as she clambered upstairs. Hawkeye slowly turned around to Mabel and arched an eyebrow. A small smirk appeared on her face, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
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Post by Mabel on Jul 17, 2007 22:21:13 GMT -5
"I'm not one for packing lightly," She replied. Upon arriving to the sparse bunk room she pursed her lips, "But apparently the lot of you are used to not having much."
Much to her shock, the girl with her other suitcase was still rambling on. "Gracious..." She muttered, glancing over at Hawkeye who was obviously equally surprised by the girl's tenacity.
"Well, then-" Mabel pulled her suitcase over to an empty bottom bunk. "Thank-you both for your assistance. It is much appreciated." The 'thank-you' felt more rehearsed than sincere.
Mabel then knelt next to one of her suitcases and opened it to reveal neatly pressed clothes, a plethora of books and other necessities (and not-so-necessities).
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Post by Hawkeye on Jul 17, 2007 22:32:03 GMT -5
Hawkeye rolled her eyes at Mabel's comment about not packing lightly, "Clearly not." She dragged the suitcase to the bunk and hastily dropped it at the foot of the bed. Running a hand through her hair, she said, "Right, well, I'll be downstairs if you need me." She gave a short wave and trudged back down the stairs, headed back to her chair.
She flopped down, then picked up her newspaper and coffee and continued to skim the article, half expecting to hear some loud complaints about dust coming from upstairs interupting her reading. She grinned slightly, amused by the thought, and sipped her coffee.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 18, 2007 10:29:38 GMT -5
"Sorry about Hawk." Temp said bouncing on the bed next to Mabel. "Shes to critical for her own good. I think you're nice though! So what brings you to our humble abode? Oh my name's Tempest by the way, I guess I forgot that...
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Post by Mabel on Jul 18, 2007 11:13:04 GMT -5
Mabel looked up from her suitcase, "What? Oh. Yeah, I suppose she is- granted I never really thought I'd see eye to eye with the people here."
She bent her head so she could inspect beneath her bunk and came up with a displeased pout. "Doesn't anyone clean around here? Ridiculous..."
She returned her attention to the girl named... Tempest?
"You people and your strange names. And thank-you. I've always thought of myself as an agreeable sort of person." She continued to rifle through her belongings. "Money's a bit tight for the moment, I'm afraid, and my parents thought it best I get a job... just for the moment though- I imagine I'll be back home in no time."
She laid out her nightdress across the foot of the bed, neatly tucking her suitcases under her bunk. "Right. Well, what exactly does one do for recreation around here, Tempest?"
She made her way towards the staircase, assuming Tempest would follow her.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 18, 2007 11:19:09 GMT -5
"Well, we could got to the park, or the woods. Or we could play a game." Tempest thought for a moment, while fiddling with her necklace. "My real name's Cassandra, if you would prefer to adress me as such." she said queitly. "Our ya can just call me Temp!" She said bouncing down the stairs after Mabel.
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Post by Mabel on Jul 18, 2007 11:31:37 GMT -5
Mabel walked carefully down the stairs she had since deemed 'too steep', "Cassandra- now that's a proper name."
Upon reaching the bottom step she paced across the room, clasping her hands behind her back. "The park could be nice... the woods, though? Most certainly not." She pursed her lips in thought, "And no games come to the mind."
What Mabel truly longed for was a piano to practice. She used to receive lessons everyday from her mother and she'd become quite fond of playing. Ah, but Mabel doubted she could get her hands on a proper piano around here.
She glanced over at Hawkeye who had paid neither of them any mind when they came down the staircase. "Hawkeye," She'd never get used to this nickname spiel, "Do you have any suggestions? How do people spend their free time around here?"
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Post by Hawkeye on Jul 18, 2007 11:50:27 GMT -5
Hawkeye had heard the two coming downstairs, but had continued reading. When she was addressed, she looked up from her paper and shrugged, folding it and putting it down on the table by her, "Anywhere, really," she said, "The racetrack, the park, Irving Hall if you like music, restaurants," she paused, then added, "Or just around the lodging house." She raised an eyebrow curiously, "What'd you do before coming here?"
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Post by Mabel on Jul 18, 2007 11:59:52 GMT -5
Mabel tilted her head to the side, "Well, I-... I read and practiced piano and, well, there was school of course. School took up a lot of my time." To be entirely frank, Mabel hadn't done much of anything in the first eighteen years of her life. Every once in awhile she'd show up at some event her family planned, dressed to the nines, to engage in dull conversations she could care less about. This is not to say she didn't enjoy life before now... merely that there hadn't been much to her daily routine.
She swung her arms awkwardly at her sides, "Irving Hall? That sounds enjoyable."
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Post by Tempest on Jul 18, 2007 12:09:34 GMT -5
"You'll love Medda!! She's so nice and pretty too!!! I love her songs." Temp said dancing around humming.
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